Some Are Born in the Heavens

"Esteemed sages, this is Rizukihime Kasumiōji, and this is Dōsan Hanyū."

Central 46.

In addition to the forty-six sages, there are also Shunsui Kyōraku, representing the god of Soul Reaper, Jūshirō Ukitake, and Ichimonji Tsunayashiro, representing the Tsunayashiro Clan.

Several Soul Reapers serving in the Central 46 are projecting events happening in the West District 49.

Of the forty-odd students, only these two truly deserved the sages' attention.

"Thinking about it carefully, the Kasumioji Clan has also fallen into depravity."

"He's just a nouveau riche, what's the point of talking about being decadent or not?"

Kyōraku Lala straw hat.

The Zero Division and the Five Great Noble Clans hold a transcendent status in Soul Society, so nominally, the rulers of Soul Society are these forty-six sages, each with a noble group behind them.

Apart from a few accidental deaths, there has been no change in the number of sages in the Central 46.

As time went by, the Central 46 was no longer the loyal hound of the Five Great Noble Clans, nor their spokesperson.

Instead, it became a special circle formed by the Central 46 and the aristocratic groups behind them.

"I know Dōsan Hanyū. My son seems to be looking for a son-in-law."

"Oh, he has connections with the Shiba Clan, and Soi Fon also seems to have a special relationship with him."

For some reason, hearing the name "Shiba" from these old guys made Ichimonji Tsunayashiro feel extremely nauseous.

From their words, one could not sense the slightest respect for the Shiba Clan or the Five Great Noble Clans.

Hearing the sages discussing Dōsan Hanyū, Ukitake's mind stirred, and then he felt a sudden discomfort in his chest and began to cough violently.

After all, he's Yamamoto's disciple; we have to give him this much face.

"You actually believe those little things the Ninth Division sent out? Besides, compared to us, any smart person would know how to choose between Soi Fon and us."

They acknowledged Dōsan Hanyū's talent and wanted him to become their son-in-law, even if it was a marriage into the family. Ninety-nine percent of the men in the entire Soul Society would be overjoyed.

In their eyes, this was already the highest recognition and the greatest honor.

But how strong can a person's fighting ability really be?

Indeed, some almost invincible powerhouses have emerged in Soul Society, attempting to overthrow the rule of Seireitei, to destroy Hueco Mundo, and to become Soul Kings.

Those powerful individuals might be impossible to defeat without two members of the Zero Division.

But what happened? These invincible powerhouses ended up in "Muken Hell," each serving a sentence of at least ten thousand years.

"Speaking of which, I see the decline of the Five Great Noble Clans in the Shiba Clan."

It is unknown which sage uttered such a declaration at this moment.

The hall fell silent instantly, the lights dimmed, and the aged faces of the wise men were vaguely visible.

Below the stage was a man who claimed to be the head of the Tsunayashiro branch family, the head of the Five Great Noble Clans, Ichimonji Tsunayashiro.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive, Ichimonji Tsunayashiro remained silent.

"Haha, just kidding." Another sage couldn't help but laugh it off.

Ichimonji raised his head and said, "You bunch of worthless cowards, do you think you can ride roughshod over the heads of the Five Great Noble Clans just because you judged Yoruichi Shihōin?"

Fifteen years ago, it wasn't just Soul Reaper who suffered a major blow to public trust; the Five Great Noble Clans also did.

The Central 46, acting as a lubricant between the Soul Reapers and the Five Greats, gained its current power by currying favor with the powerful about fifteen years ago.

"Just kidding, Head of the Tsunayashiro Clan, please don't take it to heart."

"Watch the show, Captain Tsunayashiro. Your No. 66 Artificial Soul just exploded."

"Sacrificing just one Modified Soul saved two Soul Reapers."

Surprisingly, Tsunayashiro did not retaliate.

So, all I want is to take back what's rightfully ours.

'In this world, there must be someone who should be born in heaven.'

Meanwhile, a look of sorrow flashed across Ukitake's eyes. He covered his mouth, coughed twice, and spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

As Kyōraku looked at the scene before him, he was reminded of an old friend.

His plan was to transform the "organized" into elite soldiers, but both the Thirteenth Division and the Central 46 opposed it, and he was imprisoned in the Muken for this.

A century later, someone has proposed a similar plan again, but with a different outcome. It's ironic how reality can be.

This could be described as a game of pleasing Central 46, and the first victim of this game has emerged.

The number of people who actually crawled out of the Garganta was not as large as one might imagine.

Even so, even the Rizukihime Kasumiōji didn't dare to be too reckless, Dōsan and his group cautiously approached the location of the void.

And not far from them, an explosion occurred.

A surge of Spiritual Pressure rapidly expanded, finally erupting.

It differs somewhat from the spiritual pressure of the Grim Reaper, but it's definitely not an illusion.

Dōsan's expression was serious. Even though Honrō Useki had been quite blunt, he probably only now realized the cruelty of this experiment.

"What's going on?" Rizukihime's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Dead." Number 7 rarely chimed in.

"Dead?"

It's only been half an hour! Rizukihime was so surprised that she forgot to bicker with Number 7.

"But don't worry, it wasn't Soul Reaper died."

Number 7 calmly uttered these words, the wind blowing through her long green hair. Although her expression remained unchanged, Dōsan and the other man felt a strange mix of emotions.

"The previous Soul Reaper didn't finish the story. Modified Souls are both vanguards and sacrifices. We are a suicide squad created to ensure the survival rate of the Soul Reapers."

"The outcome of this mission was already decided: all forty members of the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts survived. The cost was the sacrifice of all twenty experimental subjects of the Artificial Soul Corps."

A Hollow with twin snake tails and a body length exceeding two meters sensed the Spiritual Pressure emanating from the group and flew over from a distance.

Number 7 stood in front of the two, extending his hand. Since he already knew his fate, why should he struggle?

Without sorrow or fear, Number 7 opened his arms as if breaking free from nature's retribution.

"Hadō 31: Shakkahō"

A single fireball from the Shakkahō annihilated the Void in front of Number 7.

"Whether I am the Soul Reaper or a nobleman, I have no option to ignore a suffering person."

Facing the sunlight, Rizukihime stood with her hands behind her back, showing the two her back as she secretly calculated when she would turn around to earn Number 7's tearful gratitude and Dōsan Hanyū's astonishment.

"My pride was severely hurt by the help I received from trash." Before Rizukihime could even finish imagining the situation, Number 7 began to attack.

Modified Soul? I won't stoop to your level.

And there's also the White-Browed Imp.

I unleashed the Thirty-First Kidō once again without chanting, which must have stunned him.

With a flick of her golden hair, before Rizukihime could fully turn her head, Dōsan was already standing beside her. "Mirror Reversal."

A giant white claw struck the silver mirror constructed by Dōsan, causing the space to tremble and the Spiritual Pressure to surge, then recede like waves.

Rizukihime turned her head and saw that the body of a Hollow had been shattered to pieces from her side.