Zaraki's Intuition, Truly the Captain I Chose!

Near the Eighth Division barracks, north of the Seireitei.

A burly figure darted through the various alleyways, his Captain's Haori fluttering in the wind, its jagged hem particularly eye-catching.

Spiritual Pressure surged and churned around him, faintly showing signs of solidifying into something tangible.

Before long, a three-way intersection appeared ahead, causing the charging figure to slow.

"Left, middle, right..."

Kenpachi Zaraki wore a ferocious expression. "Choices like this really piss me off!"

Just as he hesitated, a tiny pink-haired girl poked her little head out from his shoulder.

A cute blush colored the little girl's cheeks, her face brimming with excitement, while her short legs dangling below kicked restlessly.

The Lieutenant of the Eleventh Division, Yachiru Kusajishi.

"Hey, Kenny, pick the right one!"

Pointing ahead, she shouted, "The guy who took Little Baldy must be in this direction!"

"You're way too damn noisy!"

Kenpachi Zaraki replied unhappily, but his body honestly ran into the alley on the right.

The large and small figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

From the rooftop of the Eighth Division barracks, a calm gaze watched the two until they vanished from sight.

"Well, that's certainly enviable."

A lazy voice sounded from the rooftop as Shunsui Kyoraku raised his cup of sake in salute.

"New recruits who've just joined the Gotei 13 are usually this full of energy."

"Only..."

Scratching his chin without the slightest concern for his image, he mused, "If I remember correctly, isn't this direction the Noble District of the Sixth Division?"

"Are they really navigating entirely by instinct?"

Just as Shunsui Kyoraku sipped his sake and enjoyed the farce, a broad, fleshy face poked up from below the roof.

"Captain Kyoraku, the inauguration ceremony is about to begin. It's time for you to set off..."

Before he could finish, a beam of Reishi shot off the rooftop and landed squarely in the speaker's mouth.

"What an inauspicious thing to say, Enjoji, Third Seat."

Shunsui Kyoraku drifted lightly down from the rooftop and entered the room through the skylight, his pink Captain's Haori settling over his back.

He glanced at Enjōji Tatsufusa, who had been restrained by a Bakudo spell, and sighed helplessly.

"You should learn the art of speech from your seniors, or perhaps subscribe to a few issues of Seireitei Communication."

"Rose-Colored Path, which is serialized in it, is quite educational."

"The only flaw is that it doesn't quite suit your image..."

Ever since Lisa Yadomaru had defected from the Soul Society, Shunsui Kyoraku had been forced to endure the torment of this Third Seat, Enjōji Tatsufusa.

Speaking without restraint had always been the biggest problem with a rough man like him.

Shunsui Kyoraku shook his head with a sigh, then vanished from the room in a Shunpo.

He had already begun considering whether he should look for a new Lieutenant.

Ninth Division barracks.

Captain's quarters.

When Su Feng returned from the Prison yesterday, Third Generation Kuroemon Tsujiyo, the weaver, delivered the Captain's Haori he had recently rushed to make.

As the weaver serving the exclusive nobles, Third Generation Kuroemon Tsujiyo's tailoring skills were quite exceptional.

Besides Captain's Haori, the expensive garments exclusive to the major noble clans were often made by him as well.

For example, the Ginpakukazahana of the Kuchiki Family, and the pale blue haori of the Tsunayashiro Family.

The value of his creations was also astronomically high.

Any single piece was worth as much as several buildings in the Seireitei.

At Su Feng's request, his Captain's Haori had the Tsunayashiro Family crest added to it, along with two blue tassels at the collar.

Its overall design somewhat resembled Byakuya's later Captain's Haori.

In terms of looks alone, Su Feng was more than capable of holding his own.

Whether in the Tsunayashiro Family or the Kuchiki Family, there were basically no ugly people.

In that regard, the Five Great Noble Clans seemed to be no different.

Even the entirely dark-skinned Shihoin Family had remarkably high overall looks.

The only one lagging behind

was perhaps the current Family Head of the Shiba Family's younger brother, the Crimson Bullet of West Rukongai.

Ganju Shiba.

Of course, that was only in comparison to people like Su Feng and Byakuya.

Compared to ordinary people, Ganju Shiba was fairly handsome as well.

With practiced ease, Rangiku Matsumoto helped Su Feng into his haori and straightened his collar. At last, she admired him with a satisfied expression.

"Honestly, even after all these years, you're still incredibly handsome."

Ever since she had been discovered in Rukongai by servants of the Tsunayashiro Family and brought back to the Noble District, she had grown up alongside Su Feng as his playmate.

Their relationship was also far closer than it appeared on the surface.

Su Feng knew full well the importance of striking first.

By the time he used his family's influence to beat someone else to it, Rangiku Matsumoto had not even met Gin Ichimaru yet.

As for why Gin Ichimaru had still gotten involved with Aizen, Su Feng had no idea.

The only imperfection was that Aizen had still taken the Soul King's fingertip.

Perhaps it had been Kyoka Suigetsu, or perhaps some other method.

Everyone in the Tsunayashiro Family had been like blind men, completely unaware of what had happened.

And Su Feng had been too weak at the time, powerless to do anything.

That sense of helplessness was something Su Feng never wanted to endure again for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, everything was now on the right track.

As for when he would face Aizen head-on, he believed that day was not far off.

"Of course."

Su Feng looked as though it were only natural, without the slightest hint of modesty.

"Hmm, it feels like something's still missing."

Rangiku Matsumoto pressed a finger to her lips and studied him seriously.

"The Kenseikan!"

She turned, picked up the Kenseikan from the table, and used it to gather Su Feng's loose hair.

"Just as expected of the captain I chose!"

After fixing his hair, Rangiku Matsumoto nodded in satisfaction. "Just in terms of looks, you can easily crush Isshin Shiba!"

After changing divisions, this woman's sense of shame had only grown weaker and weaker.

"Alright, let's go."

Su Feng glanced at his reflection in the mirror. "The inauguration ceremony is about to begin."

"If we're late again this time, I can't guarantee Captain-Commander Yamamoto won't lose his temper."

During the previous Assessment Battle, Su Feng had been half an hour late because of his disciplined training.

Before the Captain Inauguration Ceremony, Yamamoto Genryusai had already taken that into account and pushed the ceremony back by an hour.

Clearly, if they were late again, it was entirely possible that Ryujin Jakka would be released on the spot.

Seemingly imagining that outcome, Rangiku Matsumoto's face showed lingering fear. She immediately grabbed Su Feng's hand and hurried out of the division barracks.

"Walking won't make it in time. Let's use Shunpo instead."

Su Feng glanced at the time, then pulled Rangiku Matsumoto in front of him.

Amid her stunned expression, he slipped one arm beneath her knees and lifted Rangiku Matsumoto into a princess carry.

Shunpo activated, and the two vanished from the spot in an instant.

When the Ninth Division members busy cleaning the courtyard saw this scene, they were immediately left dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock.