Complete Suppression, Holding Fast and Adaptation

Binding Spell Number Sixty-One cast with Incantation Abandonment, combined with its fully incanted complete version.

The Rikujōkōrō Byakuya Kuchiki had released in haste was vastly weakened, not even reaching a third of its usual power.

But Shunsui Kyoraku had already been gathering spiritual pressure and chanting the Kido Incantation on his way here. Thus, when the Rikujōkōrō appeared, the sky around the street was dyed in dazzling golden light, as if another sun had risen.

"Hey, hey!"

Kenpachi Zaraki roared furiously, "You bastard have no sense of honor! You actually interfered in someone else's fight!"

"Shunsui Kyoraku, let me go!"

"Let me cut down that pretty boy! Cut him down!"

The two Rikujōkōrō sealed Kenpachi Zaraki's limbs and body, pinning him firmly in place.

Under these circumstances, he could not possibly break free without suddenly unleashing greater power.

"Any and all fighting is forbidden in the Noble District."

Shunsui Kyoraku glanced over the damaged street and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the main buildings were unharmed; only parts of the road had been destroyed.

"Captain Zaraki, Su Feng has only just taken office as Captain of the Ninth Division. It would be best not to cause him more trouble."

Shunsui Kyoraku soothed him. "Third Seat Madarame is still being held in the Prison."

"If his punishment is increased, he may be sent to the Chamber of Penance or the Central Underground Great Prison."

"When that happens, you'll need to find another Soul Reaper to serve as the Eleventh Division's Third Seat."

At those words.

Kenpachi Zaraki's ferocious expression froze, and his muscular body, which had still been struggling, gradually calmed.

Though he loved battle and slaughter, his personality was actually quite simple.

Kenpachi Zaraki did care about Ikkaku Madarame, who had sworn to follow him to the death.

If Ikkaku Madarame came to harm because of his reckless behavior.

No matter how broad-minded Kenpachi Zaraki was, he would still feel guilty.

"Tch, then I'll cut him down next time..."

Kenpachi Zaraki snorted coldly, his expression deeply dissatisfied.

"So, which way is the Ninth Division barracks?"

"Seems some guy pointed me in the wrong direction..."

Realizing he could no longer continue fighting Byakuya Kuchiki, Kenpachi Zaraki returned to his original purpose and set his sights on Su Feng once more.

He had come here for only two things: fighting and rescuing someone.

Although he usually did not show Ikkaku Madarame a pleasant face, he had undoubtedly acknowledged that bald man in his heart.

"Hmm, before coming here, Captain Su Feng asked me to handle this."

Shunsui Kyoraku spread his hands helplessly. "As for Third Seat Madarame's punishment, he will formally notify the Eleventh Division in the coming days."

"But rest assured, Third Seat Madarame has not committed any particularly serious offense. Before long, he will be able to return to the Eleventh Division."

To quiet the beast before him, Shunsui Kyoraku lied without even blushing.

In his view, as long as the goal could be achieved.

A few lies were inconsequential.

Meanwhile, Byakuya Kuchiki watched the scene before him with surprise. In his understanding, once Kenpachi Zaraki became immersed in battle, he would never easily abandon his opponent.

Yet Shunsui Kyoraku had calmed everything with only a few words, even settling his fighting spirit.

It was truly quite remarkable.

"Tch!" Kenpachi Zaraki snorted disdainfully again. "Who would care about that useless subordinate!"

Though he said that, his spiritual pressure actually receded and returned to normal.

A textbook case of saying one thing and meaning another.

Seeing this, Shunsui Kyoraku released the Rikujōkōrō's restraints, with Byakuya Kuchiki following suit.

Countless golden spirit particles shattered into the air, blending into it like rain.

A battle vanished without a trace, and the Noble District escaped its fate of destruction.

"This one can't be cut, and that one can't be cut."

Kenpachi Zaraki rolled his neck, producing a teeth-grating series of cracks.

His eyes shifted, ferocity spilling across his face, while his savage aura nearly solidified into substance.

"I might as well go find that old man Yamamoto Genryusai!"

Kenpachi Zaraki hoisted his serrated Zanpakuto onto his shoulder and said unhappily:

"Let's go, Yachiru!"

A small, pink-haired girl leaped down from a distant rooftop, landing with perfect accuracy on his broad back.

"Ken-chan is really unhappy this time!"

As if she could see through Kenpachi Zaraki's thoughts, Yachiru Kusajishi's bell-like voice echoed through the street:

"Then let's set off for the First Division!"

Then, wearing a thoroughly bored expression, Kenpachi Zaraki headed out of the Noble District, completely ignoring the figures gradually appearing on the nearby streets.

With his personality, he would never place these so-called nobles in his eyes.

He would cut down even Byakuya Kuchiki without hesitation, let alone some Upper or Lower Aristocrats.

Watching his retreating back, Shunsui Kyoraku sighed in relief, and his tone became flippant once again:

"That was close. If you two had fought for a few more rounds, it would have affected the Kyoraku Family estate."

Byakuya Kuchiki turned back to look, and realization flashed through his eyes.

"My apologies, Captain Kyoraku!"

"I failed to stop Kenpachi Zaraki in time."

As the heir of the Kuchiki Family, he had been instilled with countless teachings about strictly observing rules. He had never thought much of those who acted recklessly.

"Well, these things can't be avoided."

Shunsui Kyoraku waved a hand. "As long as you do your best to make up for your mistakes afterward, it's never too late."

Byakuya Kuchiki fell into thought.

"If everyone only tried to prevent rules from being broken, then the whole world would become dull and tedious."

Shunsui Kyoraku adjusted his straw hat and cloak, continuing without even raising his head. "It would be like an oil painting stripped of its colors—pale and empty."

"Old Man Ginrei has restrained you too much, and it has become excessive."

"As someone who has been through it, let me offer you a word of advice: there are no rules that must be defended to the death, only souls that do not know how to adapt."

"I'm leaving. If I don't get to the Fourth Division soon, these handsome lips of mine may turn into sausages..."

By the end, Shunsui Kyoraku's voice had already become somewhat muffled.

With Kenpachi Zaraki's threat dealt with, he did not linger any longer and left the Noble District with Shunpo.

Byakuya Kuchiki watched his retreating figure, confusion flickering in his eyes.

"Adapt before the rules?"

As a senior, much of Shunsui Kyoraku's life experience was worth considering, yet the teachings of his grandfather, Ginrei Kuchiki, often lingered in his mind as well.

For a time, Byakuya Kuchiki could not tell which of the two was right and which was wrong.

Ninth Division barracks.

Captain's Office.

Su Feng knew nothing of what had happened in the Noble District, nor did he have the mind to concern himself with it.

Having completed the inauguration ceremony, he had officially become the Captain of the Ninth Division.

Now, faced with a division waiting to be rebuilt from the ground up, there was only one best way to change it:

Strike with an iron fist!

I got back from overtime too late today, so there will only be one update for now. I hope all you readers can forgive me. Being a corporate slave is really hard...