Target: Kenpachi Zaraki

In the Second Division barracks, Dōsan Hanyū sat in his seat, feeling bored without any official documents.

Previously, Gin Ichimaru and his group were imprisoned in the Second Division the Jail, but not long after, they were taken away by the Tsunayashiro Clan.

The experimentation with objects possessing Spiritual Power did not cause any stir within the Seireitei.

Not only the Central 46, but Captain-Commander Yamamoto's tolerance of Ichimonji Tsunayashiro also greatly exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Hello, Acting Captain." Second Division Soul Reaper passing by would greet the Dōsan Division barracks in a friendly manner.

He single-handedly wiped out an entire squad, earning the respect of the Shinigami (Soul Reaper) for this acting captain.

Class background and strength earned Dōsan Hanyū sufficient respect.

There was absolutely no explanation from Ganju Brother about workplace violence in the workplace rules.

But because of this, he had no reason to fight.

"Well."

Dōsan slumped over the table, sighing repeatedly.

In the past few days, Dōsan Hanyū's bloodlust has continued to grow.

He suspected that he had a psychological problem.

Just then, Dōsan raised an eyebrow and saw an advertisement in the corner of the latest issue of the Seireitei Communication.

[For mental health advice Soul Reaper, please contact the president of the Shinigami Women's Association – Yachiru Kusajishi]

Is he Lieutenant Kusajishi of the 11th Division?

Dōsan Hanyū's eyebrows relaxed, and he even took his Zanpakuto before setting off.

The 11th Division.

Dōsan remembered the man with bells tied in his hair.

If psychotherapy doesn't work, try physical therapy.

Not long after Dōsan Hanyū left.

His subordinate, Ittōbō Murashita, the sixth seat of the Second Division of the Correction Corps, came to Dōsan's room.

Murashita, seeing that the room was empty, was about to leave when he noticed that the Seireitei Communication on the table was not placed properly, with Ikkaku of the correspondence even being largely obscured.

Ittōbō Murashita's heart felt like it was being tickled. He turned around, biting his lower lip, and lifted his foot but couldn't take a step. He shook his head to make sure no one was around, then used his Shunpo to jump to the table and straighten the communication device.

"Whew... that feels good."

The communications were neatly arranged on the table, and the advertisement for Yachiru was clearly displayed.

[For support regarding the mental health of female Soul Reaper death gods), please contact the president of the Shinigami Women's Association – Yachiru Kusajishi]

The current sixth seat of the 11th Division, Daichizō Muragai, gently wiped his Zanpakuto with his face.

Having just been released from the Second Division the Jail for violating the sword ban, Muragai was in high spirits. He had been feeling restless and bored without his beloved sword for a while.

"Sixth Seat, why are you carrying a sword again? Don't let those guys from the Second Division catch you again." The underling beside him, who had served time in prison with him Muragai, was very nervous.

"Damn Second Division, what kind of Soul Reaper is Soul Reaper if he doesn't carry a sword?" Muragai's expression was both arrogant and disdainful.

As the strongest man in the 11th Division, if it weren't for respecting the laws of Seireitei, he would have slashed him with his sword back then.

As the strongest, there's no way around it; he's just someone who likes to give face.

It was also because he was the most accommodating that he was released from prison the earliest.

Because Captain Zaraki, Lieutenant Kusajishi, Third Seat Madarame, and Fifth Seat Ayasegawa can only be called monsters.

Therefore, he is the strongest man in the 11th Division Muragai.

"Hello, is Lieutenant Kusajishi here?"

A silent sound came from behind, startling those Muragai. They reacted faster than they could think, using the 11th Division's signature facial expression to nearly touch Dōsan's face.

"Huh? Who are you... Acting Captain Hanyū!"

Upon seeing Dōsan Hanyū, the team members around him were so frightened that they quickly took a few steps back and distanced themselves from the sixth seat.

He hurriedly retreated Muragai, his smile fading. He realized he was still holding Zanpakuto in his hand. He looked around hastily, then pulled down his pants and stuck the sword inside.

A normal Soul Reaper would definitely give him some face Muragai, but this guy in front of him clearly wants to be categorized as a monster, just like the captain and the others.

"Lieutenant Kusajishi is in the first barracks over here. Would you like me to take you there?"

Dōsan looked at the team's quarters in front of him, then at the Muragai who was clutching his groin in pain from being too excited. "Thank you very much, but I can walk by myself."

Dōsan took two steps, then stopped as if he had remembered something. "Oh, right, violating the ban on knives results in a fine of 20,000 and seven days in jail."

In a moment of excitement, the Ittōbō Murashita slammed the scabbard in his crotch, hitting a vital spot. Enduring the excruciating pain, he bent down Muragai and saw Dōsan's No Cause tucked into his waistband.

This...

"According to the Soul Reaper Management Regulations, carrying a sword is permitted after approval by the captain."

As he spoke, Dōsan Hanyū even produced the approval document.

Upon closer Daichizō Muragai, one can see large, bright red characters in the lower right corner.

[Dōsan Hanyū Reflection]

It seems like there's nothing wrong, but it also seems like there are problems everywhere.

"Six seats? What should we do then?"

"What do you mean, 'what to do'? Go to the Second Division. I'm the kind of person who likes to give people face."

"Thank you for your hard work, Gin."

No, it wasn't hard at all. I was the first to surrender.

Silver's attention was entirely focused on the lab bench.

A humanoid test subject, which can be tentatively considered a living being, was placed on the experimental table.

To the naked eye, it is indeed a soul.

However, he possessed a rather complex Spiritual Pressure, including Spiritual Pressure of Soul Reaper, a Hollow, and a Quincy that Yin had never sensed before.

The test subject's face bore several stitches, and his body appeared to be pieced together from scraps of cloth.

Come and see our new partner— Inorei Hikaru!

Although Ichimonji doesn't have the same obsessive love for scientific masterpieces as Nemuro, this is Soul King he created himself, a god he created!

"What a pitiful sight. Congratulations, Captain Tsunayashiro."

"No, Gin, it's still a little short of congratulations." Tsunayashiro's smile faded. "Inorei Hikaru's own spirit is too fragile. I need to use the spirit of a strong person, preferably a particularly strong one, for my experiments."

Tsunayashiro put down the scalpel, smiled at Gin, and said, "I have a suggestion. How about Dōsan Hanyū? Perfect timing, you can kill him yourself and vent your anger."

In Tsunayashiro's eyes, Gin had only surrendered because of their grand plan.

Yin's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably. If I dared to fight back, would I have surrendered so easily before?

"I don't think Dōsan Hanyū is strong enough. If possible, could we use Captain Aizen as this test subject?"

"Aizen? No, he's too cowardly. I don't want my Soul King to be a cowardly and incompetent fellow."

It's possible that Dōsan Hanyū's strength and physique did not meet the requirements of the experiment.

"Then let's change our target to Kenpachi Zaraki, the captain of the 11th Division."

Fortunately, an opportunity has recently arisen.