If Wang Xun Became Kenpachi...

"Wang Xun, you will not be involved in combat on this mission. Your responsibility is to treat the wounded and ensure the team's logistical medical support."

"Those guys in the 11th Division fight like madmen. All you have to do is try your best to heal them, that's all."

"If there's any danger you can't handle, prioritize your own safety, understand?"

Seeing the slightly serious expression on Unohana's face, Wang Xun responded softly, and then asked.

"Captain, what is the nature of that Kenpachi Kiganjō?"

He asked casually, but he keenly caught a fleeting, almost imperceptible, emotion in Unohana's eyes.

That feeling vanished so quickly that it seemed like an illusion.

"Don't have too much contact with him."

"Unohana said calmly."

Just do what you're supposed to do.

She didn't say much, but Wang Xun could tell that there was a hint of disdain behind her words.

Clearly, Unohana doesn't think much of the newly Kenpachi, who is quite self-satisfied.

Then, she looked up at the white-haired boy in front of her.

The boy was deep in thought, his profile sharply defined by the sunlight streaming through the window.

His Reiatsu wasn't strong, around sixth-rank Spiritual Might, which would place him at the level of an ordinary Seated Officer in the Gotei 13.

But his sword...

Unohana recalled the moment when the sword sliced through her sleeve at the sword training ground on the back mountain.

Precise, calm, and decisive.

There were no unnecessary movements, no fancy techniques.

This is the true art of swordsmanship for killing.

If only his Reiatsu were stronger, and his swordsmanship more refined...

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Unohana.

What would it be like if Wang Xun became the captain of the 11th Division?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she suppressed it.

It's too early.

Wang Xun's Reiatsu is too low right now, so low that it's even below the standard for a vice-captain.

No matter how skilled one is in swordsmanship, the difference in Reiatsu cannot be made up for by technique alone.

Facing Captain-level opponent unleashing their full power, he might not even be able to withstand a single strike.

It will probably take some time before he truly matures.

But for some reason, once this thought arose, it planted a seed in her heart.

"Team leader?"

Wang Xun's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Unohana snapped out of her daze, blinked, and her expression returned to normal.

"Okay, that's all."

"Go ahead, get some rest today, and set off early tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

Wang Xun up, bowed to Unohana, and turned to leave the captain's room.

The door closed gently behind me.

Unohana sat alone at the tea table, staring at the door, remaining motionless for a long time.

After a long while, she finally looked away, picked up the now lukewarm tea, and took a sip.

"Kenpachi..."

She murmured to herself, her voice so low that only she could hear it.

But deep within those calm eyes, a certain expectation was quietly brewing.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Wang Xun had already finished getting ready.

He changed into the Fourth Division uniform, carried a medical kit on his back, and had his Zanpakuto hanging at his waist. He walked out of the barracks amidst the morning dew.

The streets of the Seireitei were still quiet, with only the occasional patrol team members hurrying by.

Wang Xun led the rescue team northwards and soon arrived at the north gate of Seireitei.

A group of figures were already waiting there.

Sōsuke Aizen stood tall and straight, his face bearing his usual gentle smile.

Upon seeing Wang Xun, he nodded slightly.

"Good morning, Wang Xun."

"Lieutenant Aizen," Wang Xun approached, nodding in return, "I've kept you waiting."

"It's alright, I just arrived too."

Aizen laughed.

"Captain Unohana sent me a message yesterday saying that you will be representing the Fourth Division. It's quite surprising; I didn't expect you to be the Fourth Seat already."

"I heard your Kaidō of an exceptionally high standard, which is somewhat unexpected, but this puts my mind at ease."

His tone was sincere, and his eyes were gentle; anyone who saw him would feel that he was a trustworthy senior.

Wang Xun maintained a humble demeanor on the surface, but a wall quietly rose in his heart.

"Lieutenant Aizen, you flatter me. I will do my best in this mission."

Aizen nodded, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.

"Your Reiatsu is even stronger than when we last met. It seems you've made considerable progress during your time in the Fourth Division."

Aizen with emotion.

Just as the two were chatting, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar.

Wang Xun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people from the 11th Division walking towards them.

The leader was tall, with a bare chest and belly, thick hair and beard, and a broad-bladed Zanpakuto slung over his shoulder.

His eyes were arrogant, his steps were haughty, and his whole body exuded a reckless aura.

It is none other than the current captain of the 11th Division, Kenpachi Kiganjō.

The 11th Division members following behind him all looked fierce and menacing, and walked with a thuggish gait.

"Yo, Aizen, you're here early."

Kiganjō walked up and casually greeted him.

His self-glow then swept over Wang Xun, lingering on him for a moment before he frowned.

"This is the leader sent by the Fourth Division, a little kid I've never seen before?"

Where is your vice-captain?

Aizen remained expressionless and spoke first, speaking up for Wang Xun.

"Captain Kiganjō, this is the Fourth Seat of the Fourth Division, Wang Xun, who was also personally appointed by Captain Unohana as the medical officer. His abilities are definitely not weak."

"The Fourth Seat?" Kiganjō raised an eyebrow. "Is the Fourth Division out of manpower? Sending the Fourth Seat here?"

Several teammates behind him let out low chuckles.

Wang Xun remained calm, as if he hadn't heard the laughter.

"Captain Kiganjō."

He bowed slightly, his tone indifferent.

"My role on this trip is only to treat the wounded. I will do my best to fulfill my duties, Captain Kiganjō can rest assured."

Kiganjō curled his lip and snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"Alright, keep up, just don't hold us back."

After he finished speaking, he strode forward.

The 11th Division members behind him passed by Wang Xun, their eyes filled with scrutiny and disdain.

Some people didn't even bother to look at him and simply walked past him.

Aizen watched this scene, turned his head slightly, and Wang Xun.

"Captain Kiganjō is straightforward and doesn't mince words; don't take it to heart."

Wang Xun shook his head.

It's alright.

He genuinely didn't care.

Aizen looked at his expression, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes, and gently patted Wang Xun's shoulder.

Let's go.

The two led their team to catch up with the group, and the whole group headed towards the north gate of Seireitei.

Kenpachi Kiganjō walked at the very front, his steps never faltering.

"Get yourselves together, all of you!"

His voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire team.

"This trip to Rukongai isn't for sightseeing. If there are Menos Grande, we'll cut Menos Grande; if there are Hollow hordes, we'll slaughter them. Anyone who chickens out, don't blame me for turning on you!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The members of the 11th Division responded in unison, their morale soaring.

Aizen walked in the middle of the group, side by side with Wang Xun.

He would occasionally exchange a few words with the team members around him, his attitude gentle and his tone friendly, and he quickly became familiar with them.

Wang Xun observed this and secretly admired it.

Aizen is indeed a person with extremely strong personal charisma.

No matter who he's facing, he can always find the right way to speak, making people feel like they're basking in a gentle breeze.

The other members of the squad initially kept their distance from Aizen.

But after walking for less than half an hour, we were already able to have a familiar conversation with him, and the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Unfortunately, only Wang Xun knew that all of this was just a facade created by Aizen.

Don't be fooled by Aizen's smiling face now; he'll be laughing even harder when he pulls out his sword to stab you all.

Wang Xun then withdrew his gaze and focused on his journey.

The group headed north.

The district numbers of Rukongai range from 1 to 80. The higher the number, the farther away from the Seireitei, and the more desolate and chaotic it is.

The first ten districts were quite prosperous, with neat houses and a constant flow of people, much like the area around Seireitei.

From the 20th to the 30th district, the buildings became simpler and the population thinned out considerably.

From the 40th to the 50th district, there are no decent streets left, only scattered villages.

Beyond District 60, it becomes a truly desolate land.

By the time the group entered District 60, it was already getting dark.

Kenpachi Kiganjō ordered them to set up camp on the spot and continue their journey early the next morning.

After a day of running, the team members were a bit tired, so they started to do their own things, some setting up tents, others starting fires.

Wang Xun a relatively flat spot, put down his medical kit, and began checking the medicines and equipment he was carrying.

"Wang Xun."

At that moment, Aizen's voice came from the side.