Spreading Legal Awareness in the Seireitei
"Hey, you two, stop right there."
The next day, at noon.
Two Soul Reaper, carrying Zanpakuto and sake bottles, were drunk and bleary-eyed when they were approached by Ōmaeda gold chain around his neck.
The two Soul Reapers looked extremely arrogant, showing no fear whatsoever.
"Hey, isn't this Third Seat Ōmaeda? Instead of thinking about making money, what are you doing in my 11th Division?"
The hierarchy of Soul Reaper is strict, but they place even greater emphasis on strength.
There are always a few powerful individuals, or those who believe they are powerful, who dare to challenge others by crossing class boundaries.
These people are mainly concentrated in the 11th Division.
Despite being the Third Seat, Ōmaeda was generally looked down upon by Soul Reaper for his notoriously cowardly nature.
"According to the Soul Reaper Management Regulations jointly promulgated by Central 46 and the Soul Reaper, carrying a sword without any abnormalities will result in imprisonment for more than seven days."
The two Soul Reaper gulped down a mouthful of wine, then stuck their heads out, their foreheads almost touching Dōsan Hanyū.
One of them, eyes wide and tongue lolling out, asked in an exaggerated tone, "Who are you, you white-browed brat?!"
Dōsan Hanyū remained calm and composed, saying in his usual tone, "I'm just an ordinary legal professional."
"Ha?"
The 11th Division Soul Reaper inexplicably felt that Dōsan Hanyū's tone was arrogant, and he couldn't stand it. He reached out, grabbed Dōsan's collar, and lifted Dōsan up.
The man let out a burp at Dōsan, "Do you know who I am?"
Ōmaeda, then took out a wooden shoulder tag, wiped it with his hand, and hung it on Dōsan's shoulder.
"I don't know who you are, but standing in front of you is the acting captain of the Second Division, Dōsan Hanyū."
The 11th Division member loosened his grip and put Dōsan Hanyū down, his face twitching uncontrollably.
The vice-captain and the Seated Officer are not in the same league at all.
Even with their greatest courage, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant towards a deputy captain.
"Ignoring the ban on knives, attacking Patrol Corps, and assaulting your superiors, you are hereby sentenced to seven days of confinement and a fine of 20,000. Do either of you have any objections?"
Dōsan's voice was cold. At first, he still had some moral bottom line, but after trying to stage accidents for money all morning, he had long since become numb.
The other Soul Reaper looked completely innocent; although he was also a bit arrogant, he didn't lift a finger the entire time.
However, since no action was taken, there was no opportunity to appeal.
Patrol Corps members were already behind them and apprehended the two men. Although they had taken the money, they still needed to do business with other people and couldn't expose their location.
Don't let the fact that the 11th Division are all roughnecks fool you; they're all incredibly wealthy because the Soul Reaper get substantial rewards for defeating Hollows.
The reward for defeating a Lower-level Menos Grande might be more than an ordinary Soul Reaper could spend in ten years.
"How much did you earn this morning?"
"Five hundred and thirty thousand, Captain Dōsan, let's keep it up!" Ōmaeda's eyes gleamed; he'd never made money so quickly in his life.
"It seems like the 11th Division won't be able to pull off many more shots."
There are only so many people; they'll pluck Kenpachi Zaraki a bit.
The reason why the two are so fond of the 11th Division is mainly because the 11th Division members are stupid, rich, and don't even read the newspaper.
"Hey, you guys, stop right there."
Repeating his old tricks, Dōsan paid the price of having all the empty rooms in the Second Division, and successfully paid off his loan almost completely.
Another target was spotted, but this time the enemy group was quite large, consisting of six people.
They met the day before yesterday, and the two hurriedly went forward to stage an accident using the same old trick.
Faced with Ōmaeda's provocative questioning, the Grim Soul Reapers not only did not retort, but instead looked at the man in the middle.
Ōmaeda didn't notice until the man in the middle spoke up, "Ōmaeda, didn't you see me?"
The man's words startled Ōmaeda.
Dōsan looked over; he had a crew cut mustache, wore black sunglasses, and had the insignia of the Seventh Division's lieutenant hanging on his shoulder.
This is the Seventh Division Vice-Captain, Tetsuzaemon Iba.
"Iba, brother, when did you get here?"
"Damn it, I've been here the whole time!"
Iba reprimanded Ōmaeda, then looked at Dōsan Hanyū and extended his hand, "Hello, I am the vice-captain of the Seventh Division, Tetsuzaemon Iba."
While Dōsan was still figuring out how to squeeze some money out of these good-natured Soul Reapers, he heard Ōmaeda beside him remind him, "Lieutenant Hanyū, the Vice-Captain Iba is saying hello to you."
Only then did Dōsan Hanyū notice that a rather weathered-looking middle-aged man was standing in front of him. He quickly extended his hand and said, "I am Dōsan Hanyū. Nice to meet you. I'm so sorry I didn't notice you earlier."
These words, Dōsan spoken, plunged the Iba into deep self-doubt.
Am I really that insignificant?
A new volume begins. For the sake of the plot, the following characters have been adjusted (contains minor spoilers).
Sōsuke Aizen: Epic buff, gaining the most unbeatable ability in the book.
Gin Ichimaru: Enhanced, gains a poison that can kill with a single blow.
Tachikawa Magaki: Epic buff, two Zanpakuto, two Bankai.
Inorei Hikaru: Epic enhancement, fusion of the powers of Soul Reaper, Hollow, Quincy, but the Tsunayashiro Clan's technology seems to have some major side effects.
Dōsan Hanyū: Weakening. Although he learned Bankai, it is difficult to cover up the continuously increasing cost.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto: Reputation weakened, the title of strongest Soul Reaper in a millennium is undeserved.
New character King Above Kings: He attempts to open a passage between the Three Realms and become an existence above the Soul King (unnamed, begging for a good name).