Dōsan Hanyū's Search for His Mother

"What's going on with the Sixth Seat Murashita?"

As members of the Soi Fon Fan Club, Dōsan Hanyū and his friends were extremely familiar with him.

As for giving Dōsan Hanyū a beating, that's what all the "Soi Fon Fans" fans are demanding.

Is the fight about to begin?

Ittōbō Murashita tried to force a bitter smile, but couldn't. Dōsan Hanyū hadn't held back; two of his team members had taken a punch from him head-on and were now being carried into the Fourth Division for emergency treatment.

Whose fault is this?

You can't blame Dōsan Hanyū; he forced alcohol down people's throats himself.

Blame me?

No, please.

Ittōbō Murashita shuddered. Judging from the situation, things were about to escalate, and his small frame couldn't handle it. It seemed his black-and-white photo might end up hanging in the Soi Fon Fan Club's meeting room.

"Everyone, retrieve your Zanpakuto!" Ittōbō Murashita shouted, his arms limp. Facing the crowd surrounding Dōsan Hanyū, his voice trembled. "Be prepared to execute him; otherwise, we simply cannot control him."

"Phew, Ōmaeda is really nice, he even treated us to drinks." Isshin Shiba, waking up from a hangover, said to Rangiku, whose eyes were also glazed over from drinking.

"That's Ōmaeda is the most generous fat guy I've ever met. From now on, he'll be my brother, my dearest friend." Having repeatedly gotten things for free, Rangiku had long since included Ōmaeda.

Isshin didn't refute it. Everyone said that the Ōmaeda Clan were all businessmen, but he never expected that there would be such a loyal person among them.

"Captain Isshin, Lieutenant Rangiku, today's Seireitei Communications have been delivered."

"Oh, the Seireitei Communication has been getting extra issues lately."

"The last preview said this issue seems to have some big news about Dōsan and Soi Fon, hurry up and give it to me." Rangiku snatched the Seireitei Communication with a maternal smile.

An ordinary yet hardworking waiter in Rukongai rises to become a match for a captain- Captain-level.

"It's not Dōsan and Soi Fon, how boring."

Upon realizing it wasn't the gossip in the preview, Rangiku tossed the Seireitei Communications aside to Isshin Shiba.

As for being able to rival a captain, can he even defeat Captain Isshin and become the captain of the Tenth Division?

Isshin opened the newspaper, and the first thing he saw was a large picture on the other side of the letter.

In the accompanying image, Dōsan Hanyū has furrowed white eyebrows, dark eyes, and holds a black sword.

Opposite him stood the captain of the Twelfth Division, his face contorted in rage, his eyes wide with fury, and a large scar on his chest.

Although Ne's face had a wide range of expressions, none of them seemed quite normal, but the Ne in front of me...

His expression contained three parts shock, three parts anger, three parts fear, and one part admiration.

What can I say about this picture?

In this era, those large and bulky cameras of World of the Living have only just World of the Living.

Image editing, enhancement, and Photoshop are useless to these Soul Reapers.

"Hahaha, that guy Nie, was he taken care of?"

Recently, a "genius" has suddenly appeared, hailed as a "once- Soul Society -millennium genius" and "the man Captain Soi Fon is in love with," among other accolades. However, no one knows the true story of Dōsan Hanyū, and every ordinary rūnin cannot help but shed tears.

[Dōsan Hanyū was born in the impoverished West District 49. Because he was not born with his parents and relatives, he suffered countless humiliations. Out of longing for his mother, Dōsan Hanyū embarked on a journey to find her.]

"This..."

After reading only two sentences, Rangiku Matsumoto was completely dumbfounded. These people from the Ninth Division were utterly shameless.

"Ugh... So Dōsan became Soul Reaper to find his mother! I've never heard him mention that before."

Isshin, standing to the side, was already sobbing uncontrollably. Rangiku rolled her eyes at him, realizing she had been completely manipulated by such a foolish captain.

What followed was even more absurd: during his search for his mother, Dōsan Hanyū was inspired by Captain-Commander Yamamoto's love, ate only one meal a day, trained for twenty hours every day, and eventually became a powerful warrior, even managing to fight the Twelfth Division Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi to a draw.

However, the accompanying image is completely outclassed by Dōsan Hanyū.

Rangiku couldn't understand how it had calculated a tie.

The entire story focuses on how hard Dōsan Hanyū worked and how difficult his search for his mother was.

The main idea is that hard work will always pay off; the whole thing is...

There was no mention whatsoever that it had only been a month since Dōsan Hanyū cultivating his Spiritual Pressure.

However, the last sentence left Rangiku completely frozen.

[As of the time of this Seireitei Communications reorganization, Dōsan Hanyū has been appointed as the vice-captain of the Second Division, and the legend of Dōsan Hanyū continues to be written.]

Although I recognize each individual character, I just can't understand it when they're put together.

Second, squad, vice, captain.

"Damn!"

"Captain Soi Fon, how was my plan this time?" Ōmaeda's greasy face scrunched up, his voice ingratiating.

"Not bad."

Soi Fon, with her back to Ōmaeda, gave a faint reply, a Soi Fon smile playing on her lips. If it weren't Muken this incident involving Mugen, she would probably be even happier right now.

"Captain," Ōmaeda, rubbing his pig's trotters, "Would you like to reimburse me for the expenses of hiring Captain Isshin this time?"

They talked about money again.

"How many?"

"135,000 rings."

Soi Fon frowned. "Put it in the books."

One person said, "I'm not afraid of being burdened by debt," while the other believed in the treatment afforded to the Thirteenth Division.

One is willing to hit, and the other is willing to be hit.

As soon as the two arrived at the Second Division's territory, they sensed multiple Spiritual Pressures emanating from the central division building, the most distinct and powerful of which belonged to Dōsan Hanyū.

Could it be that the guy who just escaped from the Muken attacked the Second Division?

The two used their Shunpo to accelerate and arrived near the barracks, where all that remained were ruins.

"This... this..." Ōmaeda's fingers trembled as he pointed at everything around him, "Captain Soi Fon, these barracks will require at least twenty, no, three hundred thousand rings to repair."

"Shut up."

Soi Fon has already taken a clear look at her surroundings.

Dōsan Hanyū stood in the circle, seemingly not in good condition, slightly out of breath.

There were over 150 members of the Second Division around him, all of them injured, and some of them were even unable to stand up.

The fact that over a hundred people were wiped out by a Vice-Captain-level doesn't seem so bad.

The main thing was that Dōsan Hanyū's condition reminded her of a somewhat embarrassing past event.

"Ōmaeda!"

"Ha."

Ōmaeda was slightly shocked by what he saw.

There was a time when he considered following in his father's footsteps and becoming the vice-captain of the Second Division, but that idea faded away later.

What if, after I become the vice-captain of the Second Division, and as the second-in-command of the Second Division, the captain asks me to waive the debt of over one million rings?

"You go and stop Dōsan Hanyū."

"Huh?"