Fifth-Class Reiatsu!

Behind the hidden door of the captain's office, Uchiha Yato sat cross-legged, quietly sensing the changes in his body.

There was none of the intense reaction he'd expected—no burning body, swelling head, or unbearable pain. It only felt like a breeze brushing his face, cool and refreshing, as though raindrops were falling onto his skin.

Nourishing everything in silence.

Once the food entered his mouth, the power Kirio Hikifune had placed within it transformed into the most primal essence of the soul, nourishing Yato.

His Reiatsu flourished in the newly born soil, finally breaking through its shackles and advancing to the next level.

"Haa..."

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At some point, Yato suddenly opened his eyes. The six-pointed Mangekyo in them glowed faintly as black flames danced joyfully in his palm, turning into lotuses one moment and birds the next.

His mastery of Kagutsuchi and Amaterasu had already reached its peak!

Likewise, if he used Susanoo now, the skeletal giant would not only have grown flesh and skin, but would also be clad in armor and able to wield special weapons.

There was only one reason for these tremendous improvements—

Yato had now reached Fifth-Class Reiatsu!

In the Soul Society's common understanding, Fifth-Class Reiatsu was a threshold.

Within the Gotei 13's organizational structure, only captains and vice-captains could be called the captain class.

Among them, vice-captains possessed Reiatsu between the fourth and fifth classes.

Captains capable of achieving Bankai generally possessed Third-Class Reiatsu.

Breaking through from Sixth-Class Reiatsu to Fifth-Class Reiatsu wasn't merely a leap in quantity; the quality of one's Reiatsu would also be greatly enhanced.

Fifth-Class Reiatsu was an obvious dividing line.

Other than great nobles born with enormous Reiatsu, ordinary Soul Reapers had to temper their souls over a long period before they could hope to touch this threshold.

Uchiha Yato's talent for Reiatsu wasn't particularly outstanding. He'd thought he would need at least another ten years of training before he had a chance to break through this barrier.

Yet unexpectedly, only eight months after graduation, his Reiatsu had already reached vice-captain level.

"I owe Captain Hikifune a favor... perhaps Captain-Commander Yamamoto too?"

Uchiha Yato sighed and stood up.

His muscles were a little sore. Rubbing his hands, he walked out of the hidden room.

Kirio Hikifune was nowhere to be seen outside. After thinking for a moment, Yato didn't go looking for her. Instead, he returned to his Third Seat residence to bathe and sleep.

Because of the temporary assignment, Kirio Hikifune had specifically granted Yato a day off, which was just enough for him to get some rest.

He slept from day until night. By the time he woke up, it was already the next day.

After washing up, Yato headed for the 11th Division barracks.

The 11th Division was located on an open stretch of land east of the Seireitei. As a division dedicated to combat and frontline assaults, everyone from the captain to ordinary members was a fierce warrior who would draw their blades at the slightest provocation.

The place was usually bustling. Several large open-air sparring platforms stood in the middle of the 11th Division barracks, and anyone who wanted to exchange pointers could come up and fight, regardless of background. Members from other divisions were welcome too. In that regard, the 11th Division and the 4th Division were the least exclusionary.

But today, the 11th Division's grounds were unusually deserted. Even the sparring platforms, normally packed with people, were empty.

"I'm Uchiha Yato, Third Seat of the 12th Division." The young man approached the guard at the entrance.

"Under the First Division's orders, I've come to support you."

After a brief inspection, the guard ushered Yato inside and had him wait in the reception room.

Before long, a burly man wrapped tightly in bandages limped into Yato's view.

"Third Seat Yato, sorry to let you see me like this. I really look..."

"Huh?" Uchiha Yato examined him several times before barely recognizing him from the outline of his face.

"Ninth Seat Takeda Akihiro?"

"It's me, Third Seat Yato. Your eyes really are incredible. If I didn't speak, no one would know who I was."

"Isn't that obvious?" Uchiha Yato said irritably.

"When we sparred on the platform last month, you were skinny as a stick. Thirty days later, how did you get so huge?"

"I'm not huge. I'm fat." The 11th Division's Ninth Seat lowered his head, his voice growing quieter.

"I followed the captain on an expedition to Hueco Mundo and was seriously wounded. I almost died. I was only brought back to the Seireitei last week."

"You didn't go to the 4th Division for treatment?"

"I did. It's strange—their medicine works well, but the side effect is that all my muscles swell up. I'm like an inflated balloon now, changing every day..."

Uchiha Yato chuckled inwardly. He knew this fellow had always been overbearing and had probably bullied the 4th Division plenty of times. The doctors had clearly decided to make him suffer a little on purpose.

"Third Seat Yato, let's get to business." Takeda Akihiro understood what had happened as well. Embarrassed, he scratched his head and spread out a map.

"At present, more than seventy percent of our 11th Division members are in Hueco Mundo and can't fulfill their usual combat duties. So we requested support from the First Division, asking powerful Seated Officers to come assist us."

Uchiha Yato looked thoughtful.

"Has it been especially unsettled lately? Is there going to be fighting in the Soul Society?"

"Third Seat Yato, the situation could be called... extremely dire."

Takeda Akihiro was quite an interesting fellow. After being subtly taught a lesson by the 4th Division, he'd become much more restrained, and even his way of speaking had turned refined.

"While a large number of our division members were heading to Hueco Mundo, Ryoka entered."

"Normally, when that happens, we'd take the lead, with the Second and Tenth Divisions assisting, to eliminate them. But because we're short-handed now, we haven't gained any advantage in our several clashes."

"The Captain-Commander flew into a rage and convened a Captains' Meeting. He officially designated these Ryoka as [Villains], informed every member of the Gotei 13 to prepare for battle, and even permitted the captain class to release their Soul-Cutter Swords..."

"Wait a second." Uchiha Yato interrupted with a frown.

"How did I not know about something this major?"

"Huh? You should have. Yesterday, the Ninth Division used Tenteikūra to broadcast the Captain-Commander's speech..."

Right. Uchiha Yato clicked his tongue softly.

He'd slept through the entire day yesterday and lost contact with the outside world.

"Go on, Ninth Seat Takeda."

"All right... In short, the powerful Seated Officers sent as reinforcements will be used to deal with these Ryoka. You'll be stationed at several locations and act freely, waiting for the signal before wiping out those Villains in one stroke!"

"Understood. Where am I stationed?"

"Blood Slaughter Mountain, located in Zaraki, District 80 of Northern Rukongai."

Zaraki?

Uchiha Yato was a little speechless, thinking of a certain fierce man who was still out in the wilds.

Vaguely, he felt this mission would probably encounter a few twists and turns.

"...Give me the map and the detailed mission orders."

"Sorry for the trouble, Third Seat Uchiha... Oh, right, there's one more small matter." Takeda Akihiro said with a smile.

"For the stations in the east, south, west, and north, vice-captains will guard them alone. But if it's a Third Seat, then two people will be paired together."

"So I have a companion?"

"That's right. I heard you know each other too. It's Kaien Shiba, Third Seat of the Thirteenth Division."

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