Regulations, Aren't They Just Meant to Be Changed?

The sudden turn of events left the Eleventh Division members completely dumbfounded.

Having swaggered around the Seireitei for so long, they had never expected things to unfold like this.

"What kind of joke is this? We're getting taken away just for saying a few harsh words?"

"That's right, Captain, we were only speaking casually..."

"Even as the Captain of the Ninth Division, you still have to follow Soul Society law, right?"

After witnessing Ikkaku Madarame's miserable state, these men had clearly gained a bit more respect in their words.

But in this situation, even their resistance seemed weak and powerless.

Su Feng lowered his gaze and calmly asked, "Fujio Ryukawa, isn't there a relevant provision in Soul Society law?"

At this moment, the exhilarated Fujio Ryukawa had completely lost his earlier fear.

Uncharacteristically, he spoke bluntly. "Reporting to Captain, there is a provision for disregarding the law, but if it's merely verbal remarks, it doesn't rise to the level of arrest."

Su Feng nodded thoughtfully. "In that case..."

Upon hearing this, the Eleventh Division members all breathed sighs of relief and relaxed.

Being locked up in the Prison was no pleasant experience.

"Then starting today, the laws are changed. What I say goes."

Su Feng raised a hand and pointed at the onlookers. "Those few—cuff them all and take them away."

The moment those words fell, everyone present was left dumbfounded.

He was actually revising the law on the spot?!

Was this Captain of the Ninth Division planning a rebellion?!

Even Fujio Ryukawa hesitated, cautiously saying, "Captain, amendments to the laws must be submitted to Central 46."

Hearing this, Su Feng said disdainfully, "By the time that bunch of old fossils approves it, the Eighth Kenpachi will have finished his sentence and been released."

As the Tsunayashiro Family's chief heir, he did not regard Central 46 in the slightest.

What was more, Su Feng deeply despised those old fools occupying their posts without doing any real work.

"Cough, cough cough!"

Fujio Ryukawa nearly choked to death on his own saliva.

Though he had already witnessed his Captain's outrageous statements, hearing something so blatantly rebellious still left him unable to accept it.

By comparison, the former captain, Kensei Muguruma, was practically a well-behaved child.

"W-We..."

The few men who had been singled out wore conflicted expressions, seemingly unwilling to accept it.

But when Su Feng's gaze swept over them, an icy, bone-gnawing sensation instantly enveloped them.

A chill coursed through their entire bodies, shooting from the soles of their feet straight to the tops of their heads.

"You..."

Su Feng's expression was calm to the extreme, like a deep pool. "Would you also like to try resisting arrest?"

In an instant, these rugged-looking Eleventh Division members subconsciously raised both hands over their heads and repeatedly shook them.

"No, absolutely not."

"No matter what orders this Captain gives, we'll cooperate."

"That's right, that's right!"

Fujio Ryukawa looked astonished. He had actually seen flattering expressions on the faces of the unruly Eleventh Division members.

Sure enough, for thorny troublemakers like these, the Captain's methods were far more effective!

Before long, he swaggered forward and used the Fourth Binding Spell to tie up the men with their hands raised, while also slinging the unconscious Ikkaku Madarame over his shoulder.

"Captain!"

Fujio Ryukawa's expression also carried a hint of ingratiation.

Compared to working under Kensei Muguruma, Su Feng's Style undoubtedly excited him far more.

"Take them back to the Prison."

Su Feng instructed, "Also, compile the details of this mission into a dossier. Remember to send a copy to the First Division."

"Yes, sir!"

With this mission concluded, Fujio Ryukawa's loyalty had soared to an extremely high level.

Though to Su Feng, it was of no damn use.

First Division Barracks.

Captain's Office.

The room was steeped in an antique style. Fragrant tea wafted through the air, several bamboo practice swords hung on one wall, while calligraphy and paintings draped the other, lending the office a touch of artistic refinement.

Yamamoto Genryusai, his aged face stern and imposing, sat before his desk as he sorted through the day's official duties.

As the sliding door to his left opened, a figure hurried into the office. The middle-aged man's expression carried a hint of anxiety.

"Lord Genryusai, the Ninth Division has sent over today's dossier."

The speaker had white hair, golden eyes, and two small black mustaches.

The First Division's Lieutenant, Chōjirō Sasakibe.

"Is it a detailed account of Captain Su Feng's reorganization of the Ninth Division?"

Yamamoto Genryusai remained unruffled as he said indifferently, "Set it aside for now. It will not be too late for this old man to review it later."

Hearing this, Chōjirō Sasakibe hesitated before saying helplessly, "You should read this dossier first."

"On his first day in office, Tsunayashiro Su Feng went to the Eleventh Division Barracks and arrested seventeen Shinigami Soldiers, including Third Seat Ikkaku Madarame."

"The situation has developed somewhat beyond control."

Yamamoto Genryusai's writing hand suddenly stopped, and his previously smooth line of writing stalled halfway through.

He accepted the dossier Chōjirō Sasakibe handed him and began reading it with a grave expression.

As he progressed through the written account, Yamamoto Genryusai's half-lidded eyes gradually widened.

A moment later, he closed the dossier and took a deep breath.

"This brat..."

"He has truly injected new life into this stagnant pool of water."

Yamamoto Genryusai then looked at Chōjirō Sasakibe and instructed, "Leave him be."

"As long as he does not violate Soul Society's laws, handle everything as usual."

"Also, notify Third Generation Kuroemon Tsujiyo. The sewing of the Captain's Haori should be put on the schedule."

Chōjirō Sasakibe lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Yes, Lord Genryusai!"

The Assessment Battle had only just ended. Although Captain Su Feng's status had already been acknowledged by the other captains and Captain-Commander Yamamoto, his inauguration ceremony was still being prepared.

The main reason was that sewing the Captain's Haori required several days of preparation.

Though it appeared ordinary, its actual value was no lower than the Kuchiki Family's Ginpakukazahana—perhaps even slightly greater.

Rukongai, Junrinan, North District 1.

On its most prosperous red-light district street.

As the Rukongai district with the best public order, it was frequented year-round by Shinigami Soldiers and even members of the nobility.

This had also allowed the red-light district to rise with the tide.

Among them, Su Feng had once provided a considerable amount of financial support for its development.

After settling the matters of the Eleventh Division, Su Feng did not return to the Ninth Division Barracks. Instead, he made his way to the red-light district with practiced familiarity.

Floating Life Dye.

The largest izakaya in the red-light district.

Not only were its geisha quite beautiful, but the quality of its alcohol was also superb.

Su Feng stepped inside, yet ignored the welcome of the exquisitely made-up geisha and headed straight for the long counter at the center.

At that very moment, his eyes held only that...

slender figure with short orange hair.