"Congratulations on your return, everyone~" Sōgo Shihoin a banquet firework tube and presented paper flowers as a blessing to the members of the Second Division.
"So, Sōgo, you actually fooled even me?" Hōshō Ryo looked at Sōgo Shihoin with anger. "This behavior is outrageous."
"Cheer up! Today's a banquet to celebrate our victory!" Sōgo Shihoin his small fan, creating a lively atmosphere, and turned to Sōsuke to the side. "You see, I told you so, didn't I, Sōsuke!"
" Lord Sōgo Sōsuke Aizen nodded. "In a lively setting, everyone should naturally be happy."
" Aizen..." The members of the Second Division were shocked as they stared at Sōsuke Aizen in the banquet hall. "What are you doing here?!"
"Hehehe..." Sōsuke Aizen chuckled softly, "You're all here, so why can't I be here too?!"
"You still dare to ask why you can't be here?" Tsunayashiro Tokinada coldly stared at Sōsuke Aizen. "You know perfectly well what you've done!!"
"That's strange. I don't recall ever attacking your Tsunayashiro Clan." Sōsuke Aizen smiled slightly. "I don't think I have any grudges against any of you here. Although I defected from Soul Society Soul Society, I have never done anything detrimental to it."
"You were the one who ambushed all the squad captains 110 years ago, weren't you!?" Kuruyashiki Kenpachi raised an eyebrow after hearing Sōsuke Aizen's words. Although he didn't care where Sōsuke Aizen was, he was a person who valued facts and didn't like Sōsuke Aizen talking nonsense here. "Is forcing the Ichigane captains out of Soul Society something beneficial to Soul Society?"
"Although I forced them out of Soul Society, I also gave them power," Sōsuke Aizen argued. "Without me, even now they still wouldn't be able to control the powerful force they possess, the power called Hollowfication."
"They don't pursue power." Lilynette was annoyed. In her eyes, not everyone pursued power. For example, she never pursued power; she was simply already this powerful from the moment she became conscious.
"Is that so?!" Sōsuke Aizen smiled slightly. "If they don't pursue power, then why learn Bankai being Soul Reaper if they don't pursue power? Wouldn't it be better to be Rukongai?"
"This..." Lilynette was speechless.
"Listen," Sōsuke Aizen with a confident smile, looking at Lilynette, who was half-convinced by his words, "I'm helping them."
"Alright Sōsuke." Unable to bear it any Sōgo Shihoin grabbed Sōsuke Aizen's shoulder. "Don't always mislead others. Although they do crave power, they've never begged you for it or sought your help. You haven't given them any power either; you've just used them as guinea pigs for your experiments."
"Hehehe..." Sōsuke Aizen chuckled, "As expected of Lord Sōgo, you saw right through me."
" Sōsuke, you're a good person in every way, except you're too dishonest." Sōgo Shihoin shrugged helplessly. "You're always thinking about nonsense, why bother?!"
" Lord Sōgo is right." Sōsuke Aizen's eyes were calm and expressionless, practically begging for a simple "yes, yes, yes" from Sōgo Shihoin. Although he had a hundred ways to refute Sōgo Shihoin in his mind, he wouldn't say them. The loser obeys the victor; this is the rule and law of this world, like the survival of the fittest in nature, or the principle of "the winner takes all" in a great era...
"Let's celebrate our victory!" shouted Sōgo Shihoin. The squad leaders of the Second Division joined in a toast, and for a moment, chaos reigned, with songs echoing through the air, like a demonic abyss...
Once, a crow flew over the Second Division barracks and was so frightened by the sudden snarl of the Second Division members that it trembled in fear.
That time, the entire Second Division went on a wild party for three days and three nights without permission! The Second Division's songs echoed throughout half of Seireitei. During those days, earplugs became the hard currency of Seireitei, selling exceptionally well. Some people made a fortune by selling earplugs, accumulating capital from small vendors and becoming a new generation of nobles, shining brightly.
While Sōgo Shihoin, infiltrated the Second Division from the shadows...
"My head hurts so much..." Sōgo Shihoin felt dizzy and lightheaded. He slowly got up from the ground and staggered towards the toilet door, muttering to himself, "I can't hold it anymore, I can't hold it anymore..."
When Sōgo Shihoin pushed open the gate and stepped through it, everything before him seemed to open a door to a new world for him.
"Beep beep beep..."
That was the sound of countless car horns blaring on the highway, traffic lights flashing incessantly, and countless pedestrians hurrying by, as if afraid of falling behind if they were too slow.
Towering buildings stand tall amidst lush trees; the man-made structures of steel and concrete blend perfectly with greenery, evoking a sense of art.
"What is this?" Sōgo Shihoin was bewildered by what he saw. "Hahaha... This is amazing! Little Fon, come and see! The door to our bathroom leads to the World of the Living!"
When Sōgo Shihoin turned around, he saw a convenience store...
"Crack..."
Welcome...
People kept coming and going, but everyone made a point of avoiding Sōgo Shihoin, who was dressed in a haori and had a samurai sword at his waist.
"Huh?!" Sōgo Shihoin scratched the back of his head, looking confused...
"Crack~ Crack~ Crack~"
"Cosplay?!"
"Which squad leader in Bleach is this?!"
"It's not restored at all..."
"But the cosplayer is so cool!"
Just as Sōgo Shihoin was quietly pondering while stroking his chin, countless people surrounded him and Sōgo Shihoin pictures of him.
"Can you all... see me?" Sōgo Shihoin raised an eyebrow. "This is really... a bit of a nuisance!"
"I think..." Sōgo Shihoin sensed for a moment, then looked shocked, "I've... gotten lost from my own world!?"
"Excuse me... excuse me, everyone..." Just as Sōgo Shihoin looked up at the sky, seemingly deep in thought, a boy about 175cm tall, with short, spiky black hair, wearing a dark blue turtleneck jacket, matching wide-leg pants, and brown leather shoes, and a composed expression, pushed through the crowd and walked up to Sōgo Shihoin. He grabbed Sōgo Shihoin's hand and led him away from the crowd, muttering as he went, "Honestly, I heard you disappeared for a week, and I thought something terrible had happened. But you're just... doing cosplay right here on the street, completely oblivious to everyone else. Don't tell me you were actually staying home watching anime all week..."
"Excuse me, young man... do I know you?" Sōgo Shihoin smiled slightly, "We don't seem to know each other very well, do we?!"
"Huh?!" The boy was slightly taken aback by Sōgo Shihoin's words. "What are you talking about? Gojo- sensei?! Going missing is one thing... but why are you playing the amnesia card? The teacher said it's not funny at all."
The boy's eyes turned serious as he spoke. Although he was always serious, he seemed even more so now. If the strongest Cursed Technique of Cursed Technique contemporary world, Satoru Gojo, who had suppressed an era, were to have a mental breakdown... what a terrifying disaster that would be for the Cursed Technique world, it was simply unimaginable.
" Gojo -sensei..." the boy looked earnestly at Sōgo Shihoin, "You really..."
"Excuse me for interrupting you." Sōgo Shihoin waved his hand at the boy. "Although, maybe, probably, possibly, I do look a lot like Satoru Gojo, my real name is Gojo... no, I mean, my real name is Sōgo Shihoin."
"It's over..." The boy's pupils dilated suddenly. "Mr. Gojo... he's really gone mad."
"..." The boy was silent for a moment, then pulled an ID card from his pocket, flipped to the first page with the photo, and handed it to Sōgo Shihoin. "Do you know who this person is?!"
"This is..." Sōgo Shihoin looked through his blindfold at the photo on the ID. The ID showed a man wearing a black college uniform, with a black blindfold and his hair slicked back...
"This..." Sōgo Shihoin stared at the photo for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Isn't this me?!"
"Really?!" Upon hearing this, the boy expressionlessly removed his hand from covering the name information...
"Name... Gojo... Satoru?! Age 28, Occupation: Teacher at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School." Sōgo Shihoin glanced at the information, nodded slightly, and simultaneously punched his left palm with his right fist. "I understand."
"What do you understand?" the boy asked, gently pinching the bridge of his nose.
"This guy named Satoru Gojo is my counterpart in this world, right?!" Sōgo Shihoin had already understood everything. "But because of my sudden intrusion, there can't be two identical people in the same world without reason. So, the more powerful me directly replaced the original Satoru Gojo from this world. Therefore, the guy in this world named Satoru Gojo should be invincible, right?!"
"Indeed, Satoru Gojo- sensei is invincible..." The boy nodded slightly at first, but the next second he realized something was wrong and pressed his hand to his face. "So, what on earth have I been listening to you spouting nonsense with such a straight face?! Seriously..."
"Just as I thought. When Satoru Gojo and I appeared in this world at the same time, the world's will determined that Satoru Gojo." After hearing the boy's words, Sōgo Shihoin was basically certain. "So in the world's eyes, perhaps... I am the real Satoru Gojo."
"So here's the question... how did I manage to cross over from Soul Society directly to this world?" Sōgo Shihoin was utterly bewildered. "Who kicked me out of my world?!"
" Gojo- sensei... are you really out of your mind?!" The boy's eye twitched. "If you were just trying to mess with me, then this game of fooling people... should end here. I think I've already made myself look ridiculous."
"The problem is... this unknown student, I really didn't lie to you~" Sōgo Shihoin somewhat helplessly, "I... I really am Sōgo Shihoin. I am the captain of the Second Division of the Gotei 13 in Soul Society, and the current acting head of the Shihoin Family. In conclusion..."
At this point, Sōgo Shihoin lowered his voice and whispered mysteriously in the boy's ear, "Actually, I'm a Soul Reaper!"
"Beep beep beep..." At the same time, the phone in the boy's pocket suddenly rang. The boy gave Sōgo Shihoin a gesture that he would talk to him later, and then answered the phone in his hand, which was ringing incessantly.
"Hello?! Ah, yes... I've found Mr. Gojo." The boy held the phone, communicating with the person on the other end. "It's..."
As the boy spoke, he glanced behind him at Sōgo Shihoin was staring at some seemingly harmless curses on the street. Realizing Sōgo Shihoin wasn't paying attention to him, he lowered his voice and said, "It's just... they've gone mad."
"Something I've never seen before, similar to a phantom, but not exactly the same..." Sōgo Shihoin looked at the Cursed Spirit floating in the air and nodded slightly, continuing to study it.
Just as Sōgo Shihoin was about to touch the low-level Cursed Spirit, a white Divine Dog killed it faster than he could. The spirit had a peculiar appearance, resembling a frog with a cat's head... a weak Cursed Spirit whose level was impossible to determine.
"Eh..." Sōgo Shihoin looked at the frog that had been bitten to death with deep regret.
"Okay, okay, I got it." The boy waved to the dog, and instantly the white dog ran to his side and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the boy hung up the phone.
" Gojo... no, Sōgo Shihoin... teacher." The boy put his phone back in his pocket, looked at Sōgo Shihoin, stared at his face for a long time, and finally added the title "teacher," "The Sōgo Shihoin wants to see you."
"Principal?!" Sōgo Shihoin raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Who is the principal?!"
"Anyway, just come with me..." The boy didn't know how to explain, "After all, you're from Soul Society, and you have nowhere to go in this strange world, right?! I can provide you with food and lodging... and a legal identity, on the condition that you come with me to see the headmaster. This condition isn't unreasonable... right?! Besides, the headmaster is very knowledgeable; perhaps he knows how to send you back to the manga... cough cough cough, I mean, to Soul Society."
"Hahaha..." Sōgo Shihoin chuckled softly, instantly appearing beside the boy, hooking his arm around his shoulder, and laughing, "Looks like you believe me? I really am Soul Reaper..."
"Uh..." The boy's eye twitched, and he nodded reluctantly. "I... believe."
"Let's go then~" Sōgo Shihoin said happily.
The boy looked at the incredibly mischievous guy beside him; no matter how you looked at him, this guy resembled Gojo- sensei...
Inside the grand classical building, a middle-aged man with black and white hair sat quietly on a futon, looking at the man before him wearing a haori (a traditional Chinese garment) and with two samurai swords at his waist, and seemed troubled...
" Gojo..." The middle-aged man spoke first after observing the man in the haori for a while...
"It's Shihoin..." the man in the haori corrected.
"Uh..." The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the boy beside the man who called himself Shihoin.
"Mmm!" The boy nodded repeatedly, as if confirming something.
" Shihoin?!" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and mustered his courage to pronounce the surname Shihoin.
"Yes, you said..." The man in the haori nodded slightly, "I've been sitting here the whole time."
"Waaah..." Upon hearing the man in the haori's reply, the middle-aged man suddenly burst into tears without warning. He grabbed the boy beside the man in the haori and asked excitedly, "What do we do? Megumi Fushiguro! We found Satoru Gojo, but he seems to have really gone mad... Is there no hope left for the world of Cursed Technique?!"
"Don't cry, Principal Yaga... Actually, there is a solution." The boy... namely Megumi Fushiguro, walked up to Masamichi Yaga and said softly, "The reason why Gojo- sensei is in this state is either because he suffered a mental blow or because he was cursed. But considering Gojo- sensei's situation, I suspect that the enemy released the curse the moment Gojo -Gojo sensei suffered a mental blow, when he was off guard! A curse that can harm Gojo- sensei is absolutely beyond our ability to break, so I suggest we stabilize Gojo- sensei first..."
"Keep Satoru Gojo?!" Masamichi Yaga's eyes lit up. "What do you mean?!"
"We can do this..." Megumi Fushiguro whispered in Masamichi Yaga's ear, "First like this... then like this... then like this... and finally like that... and so on and so forth..."
"I see... I understand now." Masamichi Yaga slightly, having already made his decision.
" Gojo... no, Sōgo Shihoin, I understand your situation. You've traveled from another world. It sounds terrifying, but it's not impossible." Masamichi Yaga crossed his arms. "Give me some time, and I'll naturally help you solve your problem. Until then, I hope you'll play the role of Satoru Gojo well..."
"I never expected that an old man like you, who seems so weak, could actually help me with world travel." Sōgo Shihoin. Mahito can be deceiving; he hadn't expected this seemingly unimpressive middle-aged man to have experience in world travel. "As for impersonating Satoru Gojo... sure, give me Satoru Gojo's information, and I'll treat it like participating in a Mahito murder mystery game."
Sōgo Shihoin stroked his chin and said this.
"It works!" Masamichi Yaga smiled slightly...
This book has reached one million words, which is quite an achievement, so I'll give you a little surprise in this chapter.
(End of this chapter)