To Soul Reapers, time was the cheapest thing there was.
The greater their spiritual pressure, the slower they aged. Their companions changed little as well, making it easy to overlook the passage of time.
Nearly a year had passed since Uchiha Yato was discharged from the hospital.
As the 11th Division's expeditionary forces gradually returned to the Soul Society, the Seireitei regained its peace. The various divisions performed their respective duties, safeguarding the One King and Five Great Noble Houses.
Yato maintained the intensity of his training. Besides completing his duties as Third Seat, he occasionally did some dirty work for Aizen.
The facts proved that he was indeed gifted at being a double-agent salaryman.
Over the past year, the First Division had commended Yato several times. Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto had even broken precedent by summoning him personally and praising him face-to-face. Aizen Sosuke had also offered him guidance on multiple occasions, resolving the doubts he encountered in training.
Yato's abilities improved steadily. There had been no explosive leaps, but the progress was constant and enduring.
Now, if he wanted to spar with someone, ordinary seated officers could no longer provide any meaningful training. He was clearly far stronger than them.
Thus, Yato occasionally went to Rukongai to seek out Zaraki and trade blows with him. At the very least, his opponents were Byakuya Kuchiki or Hiyori Sarugaki, ensuring he kept up the intensity.
That evening, at the 12th Division's open-air training ground.
"Bastard! Ugly freak!" The Lieutenant with the golden ponytail sticking straight into the air shouted as she leaped high. Reishi gathered beneath her feet to form footholds, and she dove down fiercely.
"Cut him down, Head-Cutting Serpent!"
The massive blade with serrated notches came slashing down, but Uchiha Yato remained completely calm. The six-pointed Mangekyo flashed with