The Second Division Wiped Out

Ōmaeda has never lacked confidence.

Around them, a group of team members lay on the ground, none of them able to stand up, regardless of the severity of their injuries.

Before he even started fighting, his momentum had already faltered by three points.

"Aren't you going yet?"

Soi Fon raised an eyebrow, Ōmaeda hurriedly gripped his Zanpakuto. He was usually insecure and never Zanpakuto out of his sight.

"Wait, you bastard, are you going to draw your sword against your superior?"

Looking at the seemingly invincible Dōsan Hanyū Ōmaeda, Ōmaeda's throat muscles chuckled. "But... Dōsan Hanyū has taken down so many of our team members. We should... subdue him."

"Shut up." Soi Fon raised her hand. "It takes two to tango, and there must be another reason why Lieutenant Hanyū is in this state."

It is indeed wrong to disobey one's superior.

With a wronged expression, Ōmaeda used Shunpo to appear in front of Dōsan Hanyū, his voice timid yet ingratiating.

"Hello, Lieutenant Hanyū, I am..."

Dōsan's head was throbbing, and his vision was filled with a hazy gray. In his eyes, just like the dream of being devoured a month ago, he was surrounded by a group of swaying diners.

Unlike his carefree state in his dreams, Dōsan was now filled with even greater fear as he was devoured by these "diners."

From Ōmaeda's perspective, before he could even finish his introduction, Dōsan had already thrown a straight punch.

"Don't underestimate me, I'm also the Third Seat of the Second Division."

Ōmaeda displayed a speed completely disproportionate to his obese physique. With a jerk of his fat, he instantly appeared behind Dōsan, revealing a perverted smile, and reached out to grab Dōsan Hanyū's shoulder.

"Duang!"

Without turning around, Dōsan punched Ōmaeda in the chin with the Ōmaeda.

Don't hit me in the face!

The Hakuda rained down on Ōmaeda's face like a storm. In a battle between experts, falling into a disadvantageous position after just one strike means losing all chance of turning the tide.

Including Ōmaeda, who was "ambushed" by Dōsan, the Second Division was now completely wiped out.

Seeing how useless Ōmaeda was, Soi Fon shook her head and chose to personally separate the two.

Ōmaeda scrambled to his feet, looking up with a mournful expression, "My face... it's not disfigured, is it?"

Ōmaeda Soi Fon and swollen, with tears and snot still sticking out, and said, "No, it's not considered plastic surgery."

"I'm so sorry, Soi Fon- sama, it's all my fault."

It wasn't until Soi Fon laid Hanyu Ittōbō Murashita Dōsan Hanyū, lying on the stretcher, looked dejected. He had already thought something bad was going to happen, but he hadn't expected things to escalate to such an even bigger level.

Apart from the First Division of the Punishment Force and half of the Second Division Patrol Corps who were on field missions, the remaining three squads were almost completely wiped out.

He couldn't even imagine a student from the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts bearing such a responsibility.

After listening to Ittōbō Murashita's account, Soi Fon Ittōbō, instead of offering words of comfort in the face of Murashita's self-reproach, surprisingly nodded with an air of seriousness.

Prepare to accept your punishment.

Ōmaeda, whose face was already swollen, was stunned. Wasn't it said that "it takes two to tango"?

After a while, Isane and the members of the Fourth Division arrived late.

"Really? This is the Second Division!"

"Who on earth did this? Even that Third Seat Ōmaeda..."

"There are seriously injured people here! Someone come quick!"

To be honest, the Second Division is more terrifying to the members of the Fourth Division than those thugs from the 11th Division.

The 11th Division is like a bunch of thugs; at most, they're louder, they might tug at someone's collar, or act like scoundrels.

We're all Soul Reaper, so there's no need to go to extremes.

But the Second Division is an assassin organization.

Dogs that bite don't bark. The Punishment Force's mission is to execute their comrades. The Correction Corps is in charge of managing the Soul Reaper the Jail Maggot's Nest. Under the leadership of Third Seat Ōmaeda, the Patrol Corps isn't as terrifying as it used to be.

Based on this viewpoint, many people believe that, in terms of squad members alone, the Second Division might even be slightly stronger than the First Division and 11th Divisions.

But this Second Division was completely wiped out, and judging from their injuries, it seems like it was all done by one person.

Isane wasn't as gossipy as her teammates; she was more concerned about their injuries than these trivial matters.

"Ouch..." Dōsan Hanyū woke up clutching his head, and the first thing he saw was Ittōbō Murashita lying on a stretcher.

Looking at the bruised and swollen Ittōbō Murashita, he rubbed his own unharmed face, thinking that he had saved himself from disaster.

Move.

Dōsan reached out and gripped Murashita's broken right hand tightly until Murashita's face contorted from the grip.

"Sixth Seat Murashita, next time it's my turn to treat you to drinks."

After Murashita's hands were broken, he stubbornly blocked Dōsan Hanyū. At this moment, his chest collapsed, and he tried to get up, but he was sweating profusely and making indistinct "Ura ura" sounds.

"Dōsan Hanyū."

The girl captain's voice made him involuntarily tense up, "The order of the Thirteenth Division is hereby conveyed: effective immediately Dōsan Hanyū, a third-year graduate of the Shin'ō Academy of Spiritual Arts, is appointed as the vice-captain of the Second Division Third Division Correction Corps, and also as the vice-commander of the Punishment Force."

Unlike the deputy captain who needs the approval of the Captain-Commander.

Soi Fon, the team leader of the Correction Corps, can decide on her own.

However, he was the deputy commander of the Punishment Force.

There has never been such a position before.

Ōmaeda, with his pig-like head, glanced at Dōsan was still unconscious.

He could sense the captain's trust in the boy.

"Thump." The Ittōbō Murashita gave up struggling completely and lay flat on the stretcher.

He was the acting team leader of the Correction Corps.

Now, the culprit who beat him up like this, the number one enemy of the Soi Fon Fan Club, has actually become his direct superior.

Murashita, his hand trembling, reached out and put away the Bee Fan Badge, worth three thousand rings, which he had purchased from Ōmaeda and pinned to his inner lining.

From today onwards, I am Dōsan Hanyū's dog.

The members of the Second Division, who were stunned but still conscious, were hit.

Just now, we hit our vice-captain?

Um?

In this era, this group of Second Division members, through their own comprehension, grasped the "reciprocity of forces."

Dōsan Hanyū was also stunned; he hadn't even finished his studies yet, and he was already going to be the vice-captain.

"Lieutenant Hanyū, I don't have time to congratulate you, but you're about to come with me to the World of the Living to carry out a mission to hunt down the Muken fugitive." This time, Soi Fon is acting with an extraordinary sense of justice.

I acted rashly and believed Ōmaeda's advice, recommending Dōsan Hanyū as vice-captain because of his proximity to the company. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing for Dōsan Hanyū.

As the vice-captain, he has to work with me to rectify the prisoner escape caused by the Second Division's mistake.

But that one is someone whose existence is not even recorded in the history of Soul Society!