Subjugation Mission

"What are you talking about? How could we agree to such a thing?"

In the dean's office, Ganju stared in astonishment at the strangely dressed madman before him.

Beside Ganju, Kūkaku, seated in the dean's seat, interrupted her brother, her voice indifferent, "Go and carry out the order, Captain Kurotsuchi of the Twelfth Division."

"Wait a moment, Captain Kurotsuchi."

Yin suddenly spoke up. As the deputy captain of the guard directly under the Central 46, even though Yin was still only Nie's deputy in this mission, he had the full force to supervise and speak.

Accompanying them was the Fifth Seat of the Ninth Division, the renowned reporter Honrō Useki, whose eyes were shining as he didn't want to miss a single word of their conversation.

"If I remember correctly, our planned experimental location was supposed to be East District 23, so why has it changed to West District 49?"

"Yin, when did you become so serious and responsible?" Nie rolled his bloodshot eyes. "It's just because West District 49 is better, and the impact will be Little Ichi."

Hearing Nie's "praise," Gin's narrowed expression remained unchanged. "Is that all? I remember that Dōsan Hanyū was born in what seems to be the West District 49."

Upon hearing this, Kūkaku and Ganju's pupils contracted, and their expressions became even more somber and hostile.

"What? The Great Expedition to West District 49? Why?"

"That was awesome!"

"I love cutting down Hollows the most."

The instructor this time is the same woman in the leather jacket from yesterday, but she seems a bit down today. She doesn't know how many trainees will be lost in this activity, which is ostensibly a training session but is actually an experiment.

"Don't be too happy yet." The female teacher tapped the wooden sword. "This round, we, the third-year students, will only send two teams of six people each. The rest still need to do some practice and coordination."

"Ah..." The trainees groaned in pain. Some of them, who considered themselves not strong enough, felt regretful that they could not participate in such an exciting activity.

However, there were also students who were capable enough but didn't want to participate, sitting there somewhat nervous.

Sōji Sanjō is one of those who might be qualified but doesn't want to get involved.

However, after joining the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, they became trainees for Soul Reaper, and all they could do was obey.

"Team 1, Number 7 (Third-time graduate)."

The trainees turned to look at the strange woman with green hair; they still didn't know who this Number 7 really was.

"Third-round graduate, second team, Rizukihime Kasumiōji."

At first, Sōji Sanjō felt a sense of despair, which indicated that the Kasumioji Clan's status was insufficient for the Gotei 13 to grant them special privileges.

When Rizukihime heard that she was to participate in this somewhat dangerous activity, she didn't react excessively; she was confident in her abilities.

But this team assignment infuriated the Jinmao- haired guy, making his hair stand on end. "Why did I have to be teammates with this weirdo?"

The female teacher ignored her and continued, "The third person in the first team, Dōsan Hanyū."

When he heard the teacher call his name, Dōsan simply raised his white eyebrows and nodded.

"Another annoying person," she thought to herself, but Rizukihime quieted down at this point.

If I just plug my ears at the crucial moment, with Dōsan Hanyū's skill level, he would definitely be a qualified teammate.

"Second team: Inorei Hikaru, Sōji Sanjō, and Number 21."

The combination of two classes of students and a strange woman left the four chosen individuals completely bewildered.

"Alright, both teams, step forward. The Soul Reaper leading the teams will inform you of your mission."

The six people split into two groups, with Dōsan Hanyū. The six of them were led by the teacher in the leather jacket to the door of another room.

"Handsome boy, don't die!"

The female teacher in the leather jacket was at the very back. As she turned to leave, she patted Dōsan's butt, stuck out her tongue, and gave him a flirtatious wink.

Dōsan was momentarily embarrassed and somewhat at a loss.

"Alright, it's time to go in." Rizukihime glanced at the spineless Dōsan, wondering if he had managed to put on a good act this time.

When he entered another small house, a male Soul Reaper dressed in a Shinigami uniform was already waiting there.

"Hey everyone, I'm Honrō Useki, the Fifth Seat of the Ninth Division. Welcome to the Ninth Division after you graduate."

Honrō Useki's cheerful attitude made the group feel much more relaxed.

"Come, Dōsan, sit next to me."

Aside from Rizukihime and the two new classmates, everyone else in the Dōsan Guild had gotten used to the inexplicable preferential treatment they received.

Even Dōsan is no longer as hesitant as before, and sat down next to Honrō Useki.

The leader of the Soul Reaper team wasn't difficult to get along with, and Dōsan breathed a sigh of relief until Honrō Useki's hand touched his thigh, and he couldn't help but squeeze it.

"What are you doing?" Dōsan's hair stood on end, and he stood up to stand opposite Honrō Useki.

Even Sōji Sanjō, who considered himself to be quite good-looking, felt a chill.

He was pondering whether making such a sacrifice to climb the ladder would be worthwhile.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just that it's the first time I've met you face to face, and I got a little excited." Honrō Useki apologetically.

Seeing that Dōsan didn't understand, Honrō Useki began to reveal his true, proud identity. "I am actually the deputy editor-in-chief of the Seireitei Communications. The love story between Mr. Dōsan Hanyū and Captain Soi Fon is my masterpiece."

How dare he admit it?

"That's all fake! There's absolutely nothing between me and Captain Soi Fon!" Dōsan protested, but even he himself had doubts about his own words. Was there really nothing between him and the girl group's captain?

"I know, of course it's fake." Honrō Useki shamelessly grabbed Dōsan's hand, "But it's all for Seireitei."

When did Seireitei need to rely on scandalous news to save it?

Dōsan San released No Cause's hand, searching his memory. He was now a scholar studying law. "According to the regulations of the Thirteenth Division, those who spread rumors and cause trouble can be punished with a maximum penalty of 10,000 rings. You have slandered a captain, which is definitely the maximum fine."

Unexpectedly, Honrō Useki didn't hesitate at all, pulling out a wad of cash from his pocket and stuffing it into Dōsan. "This is all I have right now. I'll pay you 20,000 rings first, and use that to cover the cost of the next round of spreading rumors."

After all, the story of that shogi game wasn't reported.

He averted his gaze, pursed his lips, and after studying the law for two days, he discovered a principle that was very applicable to the current situation.

If I kill him, and nobody knows...

I haven't broken the law.

Unaware of what was happening, Honrō Useki smiled and looked at the others who had been ignored. "As per Captain Kurotsuchi's instructions, we will be heading towards our destination shortly. Let me give you a brief explanation of the mission."

"First of all, these two young ladies are from the elite force of the Soul Reaper, specializing in Modified Soul. This mission requires you to work in groups of three, cooperating with each other."

"The objective of the mission is to eliminate the void that has appeared in West District 49."