Accordingly.
The three of them immediately turned their eyes toward the newcomer.
A slightly thin figure wore a white Captain's Haori, with two locks of black hair hanging before his face. His pale complexion made him look as though he had not seen daylight for years.
Embroidered on the back of the haori was the character "Eleven."
"Eleventh Division..."
Byakuya Kuchiki's calm expression cracked as he failed to understand what was happening.
Could it be that Central 46 had already selected a new captain for the Eleventh Division without notifying them?
He knew that Kenpachi Zaraki had been imprisoned in Mugen.
Yet the man now wearing the Eleventh Division captain's haori was certainly not that beast, Kenpachi Zaraki.
More precisely, the two were like complete opposites.
One was madness taken to its extreme; the other, calmness taken to its extreme.
"Eh, did Central 46 decide on a new Eleventh Division captain so quickly?"
Gin Ginjiro pushed up his glasses, his face full of confusion. "The First Division didn't issue any notice."
Only Ginrei Kuchiki tensed the moment he saw the man. Vast spiritual pressure surged around him as he instinctively shielded Byakuya Kuchiki behind him, his expression wary.
"Azashiro Soya, your sentence should not have ended yet, should it?"
Hearing this, the other man looked at the wary Ginrei Kuchiki and replied calmly:
"I merely came out to do what I ought to do."
Azashiro Soya paid little attention to the Kuchiki grandfather and grandson. Instead, he walked over to Gin Ginjiro, who still had not figured out the situation, took a money pouch from his robes, and placed it on the table.
"This is the compensation and interest that should have been paid to your family one hundred and fifty years ago."
Gin Ginjiro's expression tightened slightly as he