I Don't Want Any Damn Love, I Just Want to Make Money!

[Location Check-in: Unohana Retsu's private infirmary]

[Obtained 1,000 points in Kendo, Kendo level increased, current level: lv20]

[Obtained exclusive trait: Miraculous Hands]

[Miraculous Hands: Exceptional medical skills, restoring vitality, firmly believing that as long as one is not dead, there is a glimmer of hope. Kaido effectiveness increased by 100%!]

An unexpected windfall!

Kisaragi Akira's eyes lit up, and he even forgot the bone-chilling pain in his right hand.

He had assumed that only significant locations like the Shin'o Academy would meet the criteria for check-ins; he hadn't expected that a so-called private infirmary would also qualify.

Kaido.

As a branch of Kido, while it lacked lethality, it was an indispensable presence in the field of logistics.

The Fourth Division was, after all, the most populous division in the Gotei 13!

Unlike Kisaragi Akira, who stared at the black-haired woman sitting in front of him with an extremely offensive gaze, Aizen felt his body tense up the moment he noticed her presence, instinctively suppressing his own immense Reiatsu.

The pure white, oversized captain's haori embroidered with the character "Four" hung down, and her thick, jet-black hair was braided and draped over her front, concealing her proud figure.

A gentle and kind smile appeared on her exquisite and beautiful face, giving off a natural sense of approachability.

It was not hard to see from the respectful and longing gazes of the nearby Shinigami guards and Fourth Division members that her status within the Fourth Division was incredibly high.

Fourth Division Captain, Unohana Retsu.

However, in Aizen's eyes, it was an entirely different scene.

An overwhelming, heavy sea of blood crashed down, and an extreme, bone-piercing chill lingered in the surroundings. Endless killing intent seeped into his body from every pore, reaching deep into his internal organs.

It was enough to make one shudder!

He subconsciously ignored her beautiful and gentle face, as if the person sitting there was not the most beloved Captain Unohana, but a brutal, vicious demon returned from the depths of hell!

Is this the true worth of a Gotei 13 captain?

Aizen had never encountered other captains; Unohana Retsu was the first captain he had seen since arriving in the Seireitei.

The slight sense of contempt he had previously held vanished completely at this moment.

If those captains were all like this Unohana Retsu, perhaps the Seireitei was not as boring as he had imagined.

He suppressed his inner thoughts and helped Kisaragi Akira walk up to Unohana Retsu.

Two strange youths wearing the blue and white Shin'o Academy uniforms.

One had a rather offensive gaze, while the other was wary of everything in the surroundings.

How strange.

It seems that not a shred of the respect they should have is visible on them.

"This student, please come closer."

Unohana Retsu said in a gentle voice, "Your injuries cannot afford to be delayed any longer."

Hearing the reminder, Kisaragi Akira snapped back to reality, sat directly opposite her, lifted his right hand—which had completely lost all sensation—and placed it on Unohana Retsu's lap.

Due to the seating arrangement, this was the most accessible spot for Kisaragi Akira.

Unohana Retsu was slightly stunned, though she did not pay it much mind. Upholding her professional ethics, she earnestly examined the injuries on his right hand and began the healing process.

She extended her fair hands, her ten fingers moving lightly. A vibrant green light of Kaido bloomed from her fingertips, and intense Reiatsu acted upon the deep purple skin.

A tingling sensation constantly sprouted from deep within the bones, and accompanied by a series of crisp cracks, the twisted, fractured bones returned to their original positions.

What surprised Unohana Retsu was that during the treatment, Kisaragi Akira acted as if nothing were wrong, not letting out a single cry of pain.

As the Fourth Division captain with the most profound Kaido and medical skills in the Soul Society, she had treated countless wounded and patients, and had seen innumerable people with iron wills.

But she was seeing a contradiction like Kisaragi Akira for the first time.

From his offensive gaze, it was not hard to judge that he was essentially the same type of person as Shunsui Kyoraku.

Yet, the willpower of such people is usually limited.

Because lust clouds their hearts.

A youth like the one before her, who was both lustful and possessed such iron willpower, was truly a rare sight.

Even Aizen was observing Kisaragi Akira with great surprise, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"Yare yare, no need to look at me with such worshipful eyes, Sosuke."

Kisaragi Akira grinned, "As a man, mere pain is not worth mentioning at all!"

"Even if this pain were ten times stronger, I wouldn't be moved in the slightest..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Kisaragi Akira's face suddenly twisted, his features bunching together in a display of the limits of facial expression.

"My, my, apologies. I forgot to remind you."

A gentle voice rang in their ears as Unohana Retsu smiled and said, "Correcting fractured bones requires them to be crushed before they can be restructured; only then will there be no lingering aftereffects."

Looking at the gentle face so close to his own, Kisaragi Akira had a clear realization of a devil's smile for the first time.

Black-hearted!

The healing process did not last long. The moment the light of the Kaido faded, Kisaragi Akira clearly sensed that his right hand had regained its former vitality.

"The follow-up treatment will require the assistance of medication."

Unohana Retsu ordered a Shinigami Squad Member to fetch the topical ointment and explained the usage method and frequency in detail.

"Additionally, the total cost for the treatment is one thousand one hundred and twenty-three Kan."

"Will the two of you be paying by credit or cash?"

Kisaragi Akira's eyes widened, staring at the beautiful woman before him in disbelief. He never expected such a lovely mouth to utter such vicious words.

"I never said the treatment was free, you know."

Unohana Retsu said with a beaming smile.

"Akira, it was mentioned in class before." Aizen sighed. "Except for Shinigami Squad Member who are injured in the line of duty, all other injuries and illnesses require paid treatment."

"You didn't listen, did you?"

Kisaragi Akira's face fell.

He had absolutely no interest in anything other than Zanpakuto, Hand-to-hand, Hoho, Kido.

During most classes, he usually spent his time spacing out or dozing off.

Besides, he was clearly the victim; why did he have to pay the bill himself?

"Sosuke, we're friends, right?"

Kisaragi Akira's eyes darted around. "Can you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Aizen lightly blocked whatever he was going to say next.

"No, I don't have any money."

Both being commoners, and with Kisaragi Akira being the priest of Nikkotsu Shrine, neither had managed to save up much money.

Let alone him.

His pockets were cleaner than his face right now.

Strictly speaking, Aizen didn't have much desire for money; otherwise, with his abilities, he could have easily achieved financial freedom.

Seeing his good brother abandon him, Kisaragi Akira could only bitterly choose to pay on credit, promising that if he couldn't pay it back before joining a squad, he would join the Fourth Division and start as a low-ranking member.

On the street outside the barracks, Kisaragi Akira crossed his arms, his brows furrowed.

After this incident, he realized the importance of money.

Thinking of this, Kisaragi Akira suddenly looked up:

"Sosuke..."

"Let's go make some money together!"