Undercurrents in the Seireitei

I must win, I can win.

Kōiku, this woman, has no idea how much effort she has put in, Dōsan Hanyū has no idea about his talent and strength!

"The King! A mask of flesh and blood, all things, soaring with wings, bearing the name of humanity! Scorching heat and strife, rising southward across the sea, marching forward!"

Hadō 31: Shakkahō! x2

Their eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and wherever their gazes fell, sparks of intense rivalry ignited; neither was willing to give an inch.

After the incantation was completed, the two fireballs interacted, and at the center of the fireballs, two enormous Spiritual Pressures collided and spread.

In the blink of an eye, the two Shakkahō determined the victor, and Kōiku's Shakkahō arrived in front of the Harano.

Before Dōsan Hanyū's evaluation, no one believed that the senior Harano would actually be defeated in the Kidō.

They scorned Harano's talent, but acknowledged the ability of someone who had repeated several years.

"Really? The gap between the two is just too big."

"I clearly feel that the Shakkahō in the Harano is more powerful!"

"Lord Hanyū, are you really able to spot the two most unique ones among dozens of Shakkahō?"

The truth is, when you compare them, Kōiku Yu's Shakkahō is indeed superior to theirs.

There's really no way to refute Lord Hanyū's choice.

Just as the Shakkahō was about to hit the Harano, Dōsan stood in front of him, stretched out his hand, and silently blocked the attack with his Mirror Reversal.

"Okay, those four people..."

"Captain Hanyū, please help me." Harano suddenly knelt down behind him and hugged Dōsan Hanyū's leg, snot and tears falling onto Dōsan's trouser leg. "I really tried my best, Dōsan, I really trained seriously every day."

Every day after I finish my studies, I practice meditation for two hours.

"I've relaxed a bit lately, spending ten hours a day practicing meditation in addition to my necessary work."

Two more hours for legal study.

Harano loosened his grip on her thigh.

Ten hours?

Wouldn't it be better to go drinking or meet up with a romantic partner at this time?

We are Soul Reaper, the elite of men!

Including Harano.

He had considered becoming the Soul Reaper through Soul Reaper, or through connections, but he never imagined that he would achieve it through hard work and cultivation.

"You still have plenty of room to grow. With an extra ten hours a day, you could become the Soul Reaper without any problem."

Having said all he needed to say, Dōsan ignored the Shunpo technique and left.

The Iba tested the trainees' overall strength, and a few outstanding individuals were selected from among the less capable ones.

In the end, including a few students who had successfully completed the Shikai, the total number was twenty-five.

The next step was to inquire about the individuals' willingness to join the team.

Compared to the year-end selection by the Thirteenth Division, the perk for these young geniuses is that they can freely choose from all divisions except the First Division and Fourth Divisions.

Of these trainees, the fewest chose to join the Thirteenth Division, with fewer than two. The Seventh Division had five, while the Second Division had an astonishing eight.

The Second Division is not a good place to go; it's the only Second Division with daily training missions.

But Dōsan Hanyū's performance today was truly outstanding. A vice-captain with enough talent always brings a sense of security.

Moreover, he comes from Rukongai.

Among those who chose the Second Division, some were minor nobles, but most were commoners. A leader who was also a commoner seemed more approachable.

"Kōiku, do you want to join the Twelfth Division?"

"Yes, because my mother didn't want me to go to those dangerous squads."

The Twelfth Division you're thinking of is the truly dangerous one.

Isaba, a former Soul Reaper Iba, was disdainful; he had no idea what kind of state the Twelfth Division was in now.

Although there is no clear evidence.

But he was certain that Mayuri Kurotsuchi had indeed killed other Soul Reaper who opposed him.

However, as a deputy captain, he dared not say such things.

"If it's for safety, the Fourth Division would be a good place. Judging from your information, you should have the ability to Kaidō."

"It's just the Fourth Division, and there's absolutely no chance of fighting." Kōiku somewhat awkwardly.

This kind of emotion Dōsan understandable.

I want to fight, but it can't be too dangerous.

As for Kōiku, he was also conflicted. Dōsan Hanyū's attitude was clear: asking this question was telling him that he did not support Kōiku joining the Twelfth Division.

The acting captain spoke so bluntly that even though Kōiku was from a minor noble family, he was willing and dared not disobey.

Let me tell you a story.

Dōsan is completely devoid of personal feelings; is he a petty person?

It's all for the students' development.

"Ugh... Acting Captain Dōsan, Captain Kurotsuchi is so mean! I want to join the Second Division."

Kōiku was completely immersed in the story that Dōsan had slightly modified.

The other trainees were also wiping away tears; it was estimated that before long, news of Nemu Kurotsuchi's death would spread throughout Seireitei.

"Mayuri Kurotsuchi is so wicked, I'm going to write him into my book."

"I will also include him in my Seireitei Communication."

A familiar voice suddenly appeared in his ear, startling Dōsan Hanyū into standing up.

Ninth Division, Honrō Useki, an unscrupulous reporter, was recently promoted to the Third Seat of Ninth Division.

However, Dōsan believed that this guy had gotten to where he was because of those shameless rumors.

"Hey, as expected of Captain Dōsan, following you always brings new news."

As for whether Nemu Kurotsuchi is alive and well, what does it matter to him? He's just an editor, why would he care whether people are alive or not? As long as there's news, that's enough.

As for whether or not it will offend Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

He wasn't even afraid of Soi Fon for the sake of news, so why would he be afraid of these things?

However, Honrō Useki, who had recently been tracking Gin Ichimaru, the vice-captain of the Shin'ō Noble Guard, sensed that big news was brewing.

This is truly big news, big news that could even change the history of Soul Society!

It can no longer be described as news.

Gin Ichimaru, the Tsunayashiro Clan, and even Sōsuke Aizen.

The three seem to be connected by an invisible thread.

Having been a reporter twice, Honrō Useki could even sense the undercurrents within Seireitei, and he didn't even dare to report it to his Captain Tōsen.

If this undercurrent really gets going, even Captain Kaname Tōsen will be crushed to pieces.

The only one who could truly stop this from happening was Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

Therefore, to report a team leader, one needs, and must, obtain conclusive evidence.

For a journalist and an editor, the temptation was simply irresistible.

Now, at the easiest point of entry, where the undercurrents converge, Honrō Useki raised his head.

It's you!

Dōsan Hanyū!