Would You Accept a Comrade Who Is a Bomb That Could Be Sacrificed at Any Time?
"Come in, Dōsan."
Dōsan Hanyū walked to the door of the dean's office. Before he could even Dōsan, a familiar female voice inside beckoned Dōsan to come in.
Dōsan pushed open the door, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted into his nostrils.
Bottles and jugs were everywhere, but they weren't from Dōsan's fine brewing; they were just high-proof, low-quality liquors from ordinary shops. It seemed that this drinking session was just Kūkaku.
Lying face down on his desk, Kūkaku's cheeks were flushed, half of his face was looking at Dōsan, and he occasionally let out painful groans.
If this had happened to Rangiku, Dōsan wouldn't have been surprised at all.
This was the first time Kūkaku Dōsan so much.
"Did that kid Ganju send you?" The voice was somewhat shaky, but still spoke with certainty.
Dōsan had no intention of hiding anything and nodded, "He's very worried about you, and Brother Ganju also wants to know the truth."
"Among the three siblings, my eldest Kaien inherited our father's pride, I inherited his freedom, and I truly hope that Ganju can inherit our father's spirit."
"I think Brother Ganju is already a man who dares to take responsibility, it's just that Sister Kūkaku, you may have too much discipline and prejudice against him."
Kūkaku raised her eyelids to look at Dōsan, and seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she revealed a charming smile, "If only he could be like you."
Dōsan remained silent.
"My father died at the hands of Soul Reaper. Isshin and Kaien, they should have known everything, but no one ever told me!" Kūkaku slammed the sake bottle down.
In one respect, Kūkaku and Rangiku are very similar; beneath their carefree exteriors, they are both incredibly sensitive.
Despite her loathing of the Grim Soul Reapers and moving out of Seireitei, Kūkaku returns to the Seireitei and reclaims the position of headmaster of the academy they had abandoned.
Dōsan knew they were doing it for him.
Because of their unique circumstances, they might worry that something unexpected might happen to them.
"Sister Kūkaku, can you tell me the name of your enemy?"
Kūkaku raised the sake bottle, took a gulp with a "glug," and looked up at Dōsan. "What are you doing?"
"You might not believe it, but I'm actually very strong." Dōsan recalled those feelings from his memories, "Perhaps even stronger than the strongest in Soul Society."
"Bullshit." Kūkaku waved her hand. "It's time to go, kid. If you want to become a Soul Reaper, the academy will submit your application in a couple of days. You can join whichever squad you like. If you don't want to be Soul Reaper, Rukongai and hide far away."
"Has something happened?" Dōsan raised an eyebrow.
"This is none of your business. Just take care of yourself."
No matter what Dōsan asked, Kūkaku He remained silent. Dōsan gave him a concerned look and closed the door.
Dōsan's Spiritual Pressure disappeared from Kūkaku's perception, Kūkaku opened his dazed eyes again and softly uttered two words.
"Maitreya."
Walking home, it was already dark, and a gust of wind stirred up Dōsan's thoughts.
Who could it be?
Having been in Seireitei for a few days now, Mitsui-san and Sōji Sanjō are both know-it-alls, and Dōsan also knows the general situation of the current captains.
Ganju is around 100 years old, then Sister Kūkaku's father must have died more than 100 years ago.
The Soul Reaper was on duty more than a hundred years ago should have been Captain-level.
Shunsui Kyōraku and Jūsaburō Ukitake?
There are also veterans like Retsu Unohana and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
If we only consider the active-duty Soul Reapers, then the other captains are also suspects; at that time, most of them should have already assumed their positions as executive Seated Officers.
"No, that's not right. You can't think of it that way."
Because of the limitations imposed by her Zanpakuto, Kūkaku's strength can only be considered that of a top-tier vice-captain.
But what if we add Isshin Yixin and Brother Kaien as well?
In terms of strength, they are the Soul Reapers who would not inspire any desire for revenge.
I'm afraid there's only that one!
The answer is direct, clear, and straightforward.
The strongest Soul Reaper in a millennium— Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
But that's not right. We don't know Kaien's situation, but Isshin Yixin is definitely not the kind of person who can swallow his anger.
What did Kūkaku- nee misunderstand?
But as mentioned before, Kūkaku is a very sensitive person and it's unlikely she would wrongly accuse someone.
My thoughts suddenly drifted into a dead end.
Also, what was the reason that Kūkaku told me to leave the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts?
I can't quite figure it out. I'm not in the mood to train today. I'll just study the legal provisions some more.
Early the next morning.
This is the first time in the history of Soul Society.
The Thirteenth Division and the Central 46 were discussing something together.
The meeting lasted only thirty minutes, and the proposal of Tsunayo Ichimonji Tsunayashiro, captain of the Shin'ō Artificial Soul Noble Guard and head of the Tsunayashiro branch family, was passed.
Even Yamamoto, the Captain-Commander, chose to remain silent, while the young captain Soi Fon and Sajin Komamura listened in a daze.
In this darkest moment in Soul Society's history, a moment where power triumphed over justice, only Aizen stood firmly on the side of justice, yet the result was utterly laughable.
This announcement was jointly issued by the Central 46 Chambers and the Gotei 13.
After graduating from the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, the Artificial Soul Corps will enjoy the rights of ordinary Soul Reaper and will join the Gotei 13 as normal.
Originally holding the hottest trending topic in his hands, the deputy editor-in-chief of the Ninth Division, Fifth Seat Honrō Useki, once again delayed broadcasting Captain Soi Fon's gossip news after "Ikkaku Madarame was sentenced to seven days in prison".
This issue of Seireitei Communications features this article on its front page.
Would you allow your partner to be a ticking time bomb?