Shinji Hirako / Filing a Complaint

So, this kid is extremely confident in the power of his Zanpakuto?

"Fall down, Fu Ni."

Upon hearing this name, Yamabuki Chidori raised her eyebrows slightly.

At the same time, the world reversed, Yamabuki Chidori found herself with her head on the ground and her feet on the sky.

He was extremely familiar with this ability.

Shikai eliminating the boss, Bankai the minions.

It's been jokingly called the most useless Zanpakuto in large-scale army battles.

At that moment, the dark figure pounced like a cheetah, its knife aimed at Yamabuki Chidori's neck.

"How terrifying!" Yamabuki Chidori said in a panic, then flicked a Cero behind her back.

"Holy crap!" The shadowy figure nearly got hit and quickly retreated in fright.

"If I'm not mistaken, the ability of this Zanpakuto is to affect vision. When you released the Zanpakuto, there was a faint fragrance around you. You used this fragrance to cause vision problems, turning up into down, left into right, and front into back. Am I right? Fifth Division member, Shinji Hirako," Yamabuki Chidori said with a smile.

Hearing his name called out directly, Shinji Hirako's smile widened even more.

"Now that the world has turned upside down, how should you deal with it?" Shinji Hirako asked.

"Now that we know the truth about your abilities, there are plenty of ways to deal with them. Why don't you just close your eyes?" Yamabuki Chidori really did close her eyes.

Shinji Hirako wore a strange expression. How could he fight with his eyes closed?

The next instant, Yamabuki Chidori appeared in front of him, her sword slashing down with earth-shattering force.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about combat. Humans don't only fight with their eyesight. Smell, hearing, and the touch of the skin are all sensory nerves, and my senses are extremely sensitive. Within a hundred meters, not even a mosquito can escape my ears. Your breathing, your heartbeat, and the sound of the wind when you swing your sword have already given away your true location."

"Clang!!!!"

The two swords clashed, Shinji Hirako had no time to dodge. He was forced to his knees by the blow from the sword, his hands desperately trying to rise, but the opponent's strength was like that of a monster. Even though he had tried his best, he still couldn't move an inch.

"Do you want the fight to continue? Shinji Hirako, you should know that drawing your sword against your superior is a serious crime! If you don't give me an explanation for what happened tonight, I'll draw Little U all over your face and hang you here until everyone comes to watch when I go to work tomorrow!" Yamabuki Chidori said the most terrifying words with a nonchalant expression.

That would be social death!

Shinji Hirako raised an eyebrow twice; the Chief Strategist's personality seemed a little different from what he had expected.

"Alright! I'll confess! Actually, I didn't think that much about it at all. I just wanted to fight you, that's all." Shinji Hirako said, "Also, do you remember something that happened more than a hundred years ago?"

"You said it was over a hundred years ago, how could I possibly remember?" Yamabuki Chidori asked.

Chapter 138: Shinji Hirako

That happened about 150 or 160 years ago.

Shinji Hirako's parents were from a later, remarried family.

His mother was indeed his biological mother, but his father was a man he met after arriving in Soul Society.

Back then, the security situation wasn't as good as it is now, Shinji Hirako's daily job was to go out and steal people's wallets.

One day, they encountered a fat sheep, a young man dressed like an aristocrat. Just by looking at his clothes, you could tell he was different from ordinary people. He didn't even understand the principle of not flaunting wealth, and swaggered over to put a large bag of money on the restaurant table.

This naturally caught their attention.

This rich young master was easily fooled and his money was swindled away without a second thought. Just as they were about to squander the money, two harbingers of death came knocking.

Faced with that sense of desperate oppression, young Shinji Hirako thought he was doomed. You see, in Rukongai, let alone stealing money from nobles, even offending those wandering samurai could get you killed.

That young master was clearly an important person; even if someone who stole money from such a person were to die suddenly, they wouldn't be able to say anything.

His mind went blank at the time; he only wanted to protect his mother. Then the matter passed by in a daze. Although the money they stole was taken away, the whole family was still alive.

Later, when he recalled that incident, he realized that it must have been Death who took pity on him.

He seemed different from the other wandering samurai he had encountered before.

Several more years passed, and he noticed something strange: his body seemed to grow very slowly, only growing one year older every few decades, while his parents aged very quickly. By the time his mother looked seventy years old, Shinji Hirako looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

Later, when he entered the Shino Academy, he learned that the stronger a person's Reiatsu, the slower their growth rate. Although Shinji Hirako looked very young, he was actually over two hundred years old.

He completed six years of study at the Shino Academy in just one year and then joined the Gotei 13. Through investigation, he learned that the Shinigami whose wallet they stole was named Kuchiki Ginrei, who is now the Captain the Sixth Division and the head of the family of the Five Noble Clans.

Shinji Hirako felt an immense sense of lingering fear. If it hadn't been those two Grim Reapers who came looking for them back then, they would probably be buried with grass growing three feet high by now.

After extensive investigation, he learned the names of the two Grim Reapers from that year.

A man named Saitō Fubōfu, the former Captain of the Sixth Division, resigned and now runs a clothing store.

The other person is named Yamabuki Chidori.

He is said to be one of the highest-ranking figures in the entire Soul Society.

Shinji Hirako, seized by a playful impulse, wanted to test his own strength and just how much more powerful he was compared to the Grim Reaper of yesteryear, which led to the scene at the very beginning.

After listening to the other person finish telling the story, Yamabuki Chidori was somewhat bewildered. This matter was so long ago that he could hardly remember it anymore.

I only had a vague feeling that this had happened.

After all, he has a lot to deal with every day and wouldn't care whether the three thieves live or die.

"So... you're that child from back then? What about your parents?" Yamabuki Chidori asked.

A hint of melancholy appeared on Shinji Hirako's face. "They both died of old age. After all, they were just ordinary people, and their souls weren't strong enough. They should have already turned into Reishi and returned to nature."

Upon hearing this, Yamabuki Chidori showed a helpless expression. He also had some ordinary friends, but now all of them were gone.

"But you've got some nerve! You dared to openly assassinate me! Tomorrow I'll go find your Captain and have him punish you properly!" said Yamabuki Chidori.

Shinji Hirako's expression twitched slightly. Although his Captain was a kind-hearted person, he would never compromise on matters of principle.

If my Captain finds out I assassinated Yamabuki Chidori...

Being expelled from the Gotei 13 was the lightest punishment, even if they knew it was a joke.

"Please don't!" Shinji Hirako apologized with a helpless expression.

"Are you scared now?" Yamabuki Chidori yawned. "Alright, since you know you were wrong, hurry up and go home to sleep. I'm sleepy even though you're not!"

It was only then that Shinji Hirako realized that Yamabuki Chidori didn't take him seriously at all, treating him like a child.

"Alright, you should rest now. See you tomorrow," said Shinji Hirako.

After Shinji Hirako left, Yamabuki Chidori sneered. "You brat, you dare to play these tricks on me? I'll find a way to make you pay."

Obana Danjirou gets up very early every day, and facing the bright sunshine, he feels especially refreshed today.

Since the great war more than two hundred years ago, the Soul Society has maintained a very peaceful state with almost no large-scale wars. In addition, Obana Danjirou is a very gentle person, which makes him very popular among the Gotei 13.

After getting up today, he planned to visit the orphanage.

The orphanage was built at his suggestion, and he became its director. However, he was usually too busy with work to visit often, so most of the work was left to the deputy director.

He bought a lot of snacks today, intending to visit the children at the orphanage. However, when he arrived at the orphanage, he discovered that someone had arrived before him.

"Here, little sister! Try this! It's definitely better than tea!" Yamabuki Chidori poured a small bowl of chilled Wine from the wine jug and handed it to a girl who looked to be only about ten years old.

Obana Danjirou was covered in black lines.

"I appreciate that you took the time to see these poor kids, but they're not old enough to drink, are they?" Obana Danjirou said with a helpless expression.

"This is my own homemade Wine. Do you think I wouldn't know if it contains alcohol? Don't worry, drink it without worry!" Yamabuki Chidori said with a smile to the little girl.

This Wine is both sour and sweet, and it's also ice-cold, so it's naturally very popular with girls. She drinks it like Wine juice, even though its composition is practically the same as Wine juice.

The only difference between these grapes and ordinary grapes is that they cost more.

Because every time the grapes are almost fully grown, the Captain Commander has to use the Ryūjin Jakka to give them a sun massage to increase their sweetness. Of course, the first batch of Wine made from this is a gift for the Captain Commander.

Over a hundred years ago, the Captain Commander really liked the pure spirits he brewed. Unfortunately, he's gotten older these past few years and has lost interest in those spicy spirits, preferring instead sweet Wine.

"How about we grab a drink together so early in the morning?" Yamabuki Chidori said with a smile.

Chapter 139: Complaint

Obana Danjirou knew that these Wine had very little alcohol content. In fact, he usually enjoyed drinking them. He sat on the steps by the door, poured himself a bowl of chilled Wine, and slowly took a sip. He had to admit that the taste was quite good.

"It would be even better if there were some side dishes! By the way, I haven't asked yet, what brings you here to see these kids today? Or... were you waiting for me here?" Obana Danjirou asked.

Although he usually presents himself as a nice guy, the fact that he has served as the Captain of the Gotei 13 for two hundred years is enough to demonstrate his strength and maturity.

Just because he doesn't say something doesn't mean he doesn't know it.

The Yamabuki Chidori came to the orphanage to wait for him so early in the morning must mean something happened.

Yamabuki Chidori took a sip of Wine and said thoughtfully, "I was assassinated last night."

With just one sentence, the atmosphere around them instantly became terrifying. The children might not understand the meaning of the word "assassination," but Obana Danjirou knew how serious this matter was.

Yamabuki Chidori is now one of the highest authorities in Soul Society; drawing your sword against him is tantamount to declaring war on the entire Soul Society.

Obana Danjirou downed the drink in one gulp, exhaling a breath of icy air. Since Yamabuki Chidori was standing there, it meant the assassin had been dealt with.

"Who sent these assassins? Remnants of the Tsunayashiro Clan? Or a lackey of some nobleman? Have they become so audacious? The events involving the Tsunayashiro Clan over a hundred years ago are still fresh in our minds. Haven't they learned their lesson yet?" Obana Danjirou said solemnly.

The power of the nobility has been greatly diminished. In the past, a few nobles working together could control an entire region with absolute power, but unfortunately, that situation will never return.

Eighth Kenpachi, the 11th Division of the 11th Division, Chizome Souya are the best examples of power struggles.

The Chizome Souya was originally Great Noble under the Seireitei clan, renowned for their mastery of swordsmanship. However, the family members gradually abandoned swordsmanship training and instead began engaging in business, accumulating a vast amount of wealth in a short period of time.

But precisely because of this, the family members were weak in combat, making them easy prey in the eyes of these greedy nobles.

Under the combined machinations of several nobles, the Azashiro Clan was accused of treason and the entire clan was executed.

The method of execution was to lock these people and their kin in a cage and let them fight each other until one side emerged victorious.

For those who had already given up their power, this was no different from suicide. In the end, young Chizome Souya and his sister were abandoned together. To protect her Younger Brother, Chizome Souya's sister perished together with Utsuro, but the nobles in the stands still did not intend to let the boy go.

Just as they ordered the boy to be executed.

In his despair, Chizome Souya erupted, awakening his Bankai and slaughtering all the nobles present.

This led to a tremendous tragedy.

Such a thing is impossible in this day and age. After the Central 46 was reorganized, the highest judicial power was in the hands of Yamabuki Chidori and Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni. The investigation was very strict. Unless the two of them did it on purpose, the chances of these nobles joining forces to harm someone were zero.

Yamabuki Chidori shook her head.

A playful expression appeared on his face. "This person is both near and far; the assassin who sent the killer might be right in front of me."

"... You're not talking about me, are you?" Obana Danjirou chuckled.

"You're really smart, I'm talking about you. Last night I already found out the assassin's identity, he's one of your Fifth Division's men. And you still say you're not the real culprit! If you don't treat me to dinner tonight, I'm not letting you go!" Yamabuki Chidori's face revealed a fierce expression.

Obana Danjirou's face turned extremely stiff. How could it be a trivial matter if one of his men assassinated the Chief Strategist?

It's like a general's soldiers suddenly launching an assassination attempt on the emperor.

Moreover, the Yamabuki Chidori represents more than just power.

Since he took power, Soul Society has undergone tremendous changes, and these changes are at least good in Obana Danjirou's eyes.

"There's a kid in the Fifth Division named Shinji Hirako, right? You can call him over now, and we can confront him face to face. How about that?" Yamabuki Chidori said with a smile.

Obana Danjirou immediately sent someone to fetch Shinji Hirako.

Shinji Hirako was slacking off in his squad when he heard the Captain call him. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that the Captain had caught him slacking off, and he had already thought of what excuse he would use.

But when he arrived at the entrance of the orphanage, he found that Yamabuki Chidori was smiling at him, and she was smiling so happily.

Shinji Hirako immediately realized something was wrong. This bastard wouldn't have told my Captain about last night, would he? We were just joking around! Can't you take a joke?!

"Hirako, the Chief Strategist told me something..." Obana Danjirou still wore a faint smile, and outwardly showed no sign of anger. "I heard you wanted to kill the Chief Strategist last night? Is that true?"

Shinji Hirako's face turned green.

"No... it's all a misunderstanding! I've already explained it to the Chief Strategist," Shinji Hirako hurriedly retorted.

"So you're saying you drew your sword against him even knowing his identity?" Obana Danjirou.

Shinji Hirako should have already sensed that something was wrong.

This matter can be considered a big deal or a small deal. It's complicated.

To put it mildly, it's a joke.