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Chapter 351 B
🕑 Added 2025-06-18 16:08:28 +0000 UTCChapter 351
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Swish—
The Dangai Gate opened wide, and a group of black-robed figures surged out.
Senna, clad in her standard Shihakushō, stood at the front, her hand resting confidently on the hilt at her waist.
Behind her, the assembled Shinigami turned their eyes toward her.
Feeling their gazes, she instinctively puffed out her chest and raised her chin, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“All forces, follow me. Get your gear ready!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Their voices rang out in unison, full of vigor and conviction.
Ah... this feels amazing.
Turning her back to the group, Senna narrowed her eyes like a satisfied cat.
With a stomp of her foot, she launched herself several dozen meters into the air, landing atop a nearby high-rise.
Arriving in Karakura Town, she felt completely in her element—like a fish returning to the ocean, or a bird to the forest.
Compared to those Shinigami who might only set foot in the World of the Living once every few decades or centuries, her familiarity with this place was second to none.
Leading the group in a series of rooftop leaps, she eventually reached their target.
“This is the place.”
“All forces—move in!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
At her command, the Shinigami rushed into the building like a horde of vengeful spirits, wicked grins on their faces.
This was Karakura Town’s newly established startup hub, where many fledgling companies, particularly in digital media, had taken root.
Among them were a few video editing studios, currently working excitedly at their desks, slicing up footage of the epic battle that had taken place above Karakura just days ago. They were creating promotional content and posting it online.
However, just as they were immersed in their work, an unnatural chill swept through the room.
Behind them, several large, invisible figures grinned wickedly and pulled out strange devices, spraying a mist over the staff’s faces.
A few seconds later, the employees all had dazed expressions.
It felt like... they had forgotten something important.
Meanwhile, Senna had plugged the portable hard drive that Urahara Kisuke gave her into the studio computers, systematically deleting every trace of footage related to that battle.
By the time the staff recovered, they found themselves staring blankly at empty editing software.
All of them looked around in confusion.
Their inspiration—where had it gone? They had just been brimming with ideas, so why did it feel like those ideas had been stolen?
One editor furrowed his brows in thought, then lit up as if remembering something.
“Right! I was going to cut a promo video for the LSP4 Muscle Bros!”
Excited, he re-imported footage of Kaelith dancing and began adjusting the soundtrack...
Similar occurrences were happening all across Japan.
As Shinigami cleaned up eyewitness memories, Ryūken Ishida had his own plan in motion.
Following a suggestion from Isshin Shiba, he hired a professional team to recreate the battle between Kaelith and Yamamoto with top-tier visual effects. They stamped the final product with "Yūtendō.inc" logos and marketed it as a promotional video for a new game.
With that, even if a few un-erased clips slipped through the cracks, the public would just assume it was an extremely well-made fan video for Yutendō’s upcoming title.
Within three days, all the chaos the battle had caused in the World of the Living had been completely suppressed.
Standing on the rooftop of Yutendō’s headquarters, Senna looked up at the distant sky.
Just a few days ago, it had been there—that spot in the sky—where she had “been born.”
She had no past, no origin. Even her name and memories were fabricated.
When she first learned the truth, she had felt a deep despair.
But in just a few short days, she had become a member of the Gotei 13—and was even serving as a temporary field squad leader for Earth-side operations.
Recalling the events of those days, she couldn’t help but smile.
During breaks, she would eat with the team, casually asking around about Kaelith.
The moment his name was mentioned, even the most taciturn, battle-scarred warriors would light up.
Animated expressions, flailing gestures—they’d passionately share tales of “the boss.”
Listening to them, it was hard to believe they were describing the leader of a combat corps. It sounded more like they were talking about a national idol.
She heard rumors that on the day the battle ended, the entire Ryūdōji family mysteriously vanished, along with Kyōgoku.
No one knew where they had gone.
But she figured she no longer had to worry.
With Kaelith around, not even the Ryūdōji family would dare cause her trouble, no matter how bold they became.
That thought alone brought a smile to her lips.
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In a secret laboratory unknown to all, Sōsuke adjusted his glasses as he stared into a glass tank with a satisfied smile.
Floating inside, naked and lifeless, was Ryūdōji Ganryū.
Over his two-hundred-year career, Sōsuke had collected an impressive number of human specimens.
Even among those, including Captain-class individuals, Ryūdōji Ganryū’s body ranked as one of the rarest.
The man’s ability to manipulate residual souls, turning them into tools or incorporating them into his own flesh, was utterly fascinating.
For the foreseeable future, Sōsuke intended to thoroughly study the mechanics of the Kyōgoku, residual souls, and Ryūdōji Ganryū.
That reckless Kaelith, for all his brashness, had actually proven quite useful.
Wherever he went, chaos followed, and from that chaos came invaluable experimental material.
For that alone, Sōsuke decided to erase a few pages from Kaelith’s personal grudge ledger.
Now that he thought of it—speaking of experiments… his own Captain, Hirako Shinji, had been oddly well-behaved lately.
Had he finally given up, or was he brewing something in secret?
The thought piqued his interest.
He sat down at a terminal and pressed a button.
A map appeared onscreen. One of the blinking lights indicated a tracker he had implanted in Hirako.
One tracker had already been destroyed. That didn’t surprise him.
After all, he had openly communicated through it. It would’ve been suspicious if Hirako hadn’t disabled it.
The real question was—how long would it take Hirako to find and remove the other thirteen?
He was genuinely looking forward to that.
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Back in Soul Society, Hirako sneezed.
It felt like someone was plotting against him again… could it be that damned Sōsuke nearby?
He looked around suspiciously but, finding nothing out of the ordinary, continued walking toward his destination.
This was his hidden base.
All the data he’d collected on Aizen was stored here.
Thanks to Kaelith’s recent interference, Aizen had accidentally exposed the surveillance devices inside Hirako’s body.
Now, he could finally relax.
Time to organize everything properly—and prepare to send it all to the Soul King Palace.
Back in the lab, Sōsuke nodded to himself.
Excellent. Now he had a new reason to give his Captain a haircut.
Once that mop grew a little longer… it was time.
With that pleasant thought, he closed the screen and got back to work.
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Rukongai, Western District 1.
Hinamori Momo’s eyes were red and puffy, clearly from crying.
An elderly woman gently patted her back, smiling kindly.
“There, there, Momo. Grandma’s fine, see?”
“Sob… I’m sorry, Grandma. It’s all my fault… I’m already a Shino Academy student, but I wasn’t even here when you needed protection most…”
Her heart was flooded with guilt.
She never imagined the chaos from a few days ago would reach even Rukongai.
If not for Shiro-chan, her grandmother might already be…
She looked to the boy beside her with deep gratitude.
“Shiro-chan… thank you so much…”
“Cut it out.” Hitsugaya Tōshirō waved her off irritably.
“With me here, nobody else needs to worry about protection.”
He frowned, clearly thinking hard about something.
After a moment, he turned to Hinamori.
“Hey, Bedwetter Momo.”
“How many times have I told you not to call me that?!”
Ignoring her protest, he continued:
“Since you’re a student at Shino, you must know Kaelith, right?”
“Professor Kaelith?”
Hinamori’s expression turned surprised.
But that quickly gave way to a dreamy smile.
“Of course! Professor Kaelith is the most popular instructor at Shino Academy! His calligraphy is elegant, his combat skills are unmatched, his attitude is approachable, and he gets along with every student. Plus… he’s really handsome. Everyone likes him!”
Tōshirō raised a brow.
“Isn’t he a Captain in Seireitei? I’ve seen him wearing a white… jacket or something in those LSP ads.”
“That’s a haori, not a jacket!”
Hinamori sternly corrected him.
“And yes, he’s Captain of the Eleventh Division. Don’t be fooled by their reputation as a combat corps—Captain Kaelith himself is gentle, refined, and incredibly kind.”
“Every student dreams of getting into his advanced classes.”
Tōshirō nodded thoughtfully.
After some contemplation, he took a deep breath and spoke with resolve.
“Bedwetter Momo, I’ve decided—I’m going to become a Shinigami.”
“Tell me how to enroll in Shino.”
“Eh?!”
Hinamori looked stunned.
This boy, who had always been like a younger brother to her, had long held deep resentment toward Shinigami.
She’d tried many times to persuade him to join her at the Academy, only to be harshly rejected.
Now he’d changed his mind?
As if sensing her thoughts, Tōshirō spoke firmly:
“When Grandma and I were attacked by a Hollow, a blonde woman came and saved us.”
“She said… she was sent by ‘Lord Kaelith.’”
“In all of Soul Society, how many people with that name could command someone so strong?”
“I’m not the kind of person who accepts a favor and then acts like nothing happened. Since I was saved, I’m going to repay that debt.”
Hinamori’s eyes sparkled with understanding.
So that’s what happened… No wonder she’d been confused about how Shiro-chan had managed to save her grandmother.
It had been Professor Kaelith’s doing all along!
A warm mist of emotion welled in her eyes.
The blonde woman—surely it must’ve been Matsumoto Rangiku.
A loyal subordinate of Kaelith, and clearly a good person too.
As she thought of Matsumoto, a conflicted look crossed Hinamori’s face.
Rangiku-senpai… really was well-endowed.
Even though she wasn’t much older than Hinamori, the difference in size was overwhelming.
Was that the type Professor Kaelith preferred…?
Her face flushed bright red.
Stupid Momo, what are you thinking! How could you harbor such impure thoughts about Professor Kaelith?!
Stupid stupid stupid!
Watching her go through this bizarre emotional cycle—changing expressions by the second, then finally burying her burning face in her hands—Tōshirō wore a deadpan look.
She’s gone. Bedwetter Momo’s lost it.
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Division 1, Captain-Commander’s Office.
Kaelith sat reclined in a chair, eyes closed, humming a tune.
Beside him, Soifon quietly fed him grapes one by one.
At a nearby desk, Kyōraku Shunsui looked absolutely exasperated as he sifted through stacks of paperwork.
Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hey, Kaelith. Weren’t you made Acting Captain-Commander? Why am I the one doing all the work?”
Kaelith opened his eyes lazily.
“Come now, Shunsui. That’s not fair!”
“Look—I’m right here, aren’t I? That proves I’m fulfilling my Acting Captain-Commander duties diligently!”
“Lying there being fed grapes is not a job!”
“I already did my part! On the first day, I issued a critical directive!”
“?”
Shunsui frowned and thought for a moment—then it clicked.
Oh right… his “critical directive” was appointing me as the de facto errand boy!
What a load of crap!
Seething, Shunsui hatched a devious plan.
“Kaelith, as per my Captain-Commander authority, I hereby order you to handle the paperwork yourself!”
Kaelith looked appalled.
“Abusing high authority like this? Where’s your shame?”
“You dare talk to me about shame?!”
Shunsui was furious.
Centuries of laid-back temperament, undone by one bratty disciple.
Kaelith stroked his chin, pondering.
“Alright then. In that case, I use my newly acquired authority to reassign all duties… back to you.”
Oh, we're doing this now?
Shunsui grinned.
“Fine, then I reassign them to you!”
“Hmph. Then I assign—”
But before Kaelith could finish, Shunsui was already poised to throw the duties back again.
Just a harmless back-and-forth to kill time.
Until—
“I assign it all to Jūshirō.”
“???”
Shunsui froze.
Jūshirō Ukitake? Seriously?
That fragile man barely handled his own Division 13 paperwork. If he was forced to manage Division 1, it would send him straight to reincarnation.
Shunsui stared at Kaelith and sighed deeply.
No one could out-scoundrel this guy.
Left with no choice, he returned to his documents with a heavy heart.
Unlike regular paperwork, Division 1 documents were filled with sensitive data—he couldn’t delegate them casually.
Unless one of them formally assumed the Captain-Commander role, they’d have to handle it all themselves.
Fortunately, Shunsui figured, Yamamoto was probably just off recovering somewhere and would return soon.
Or so he hoped.
But one month passed—and there was still no sign of Yamamoto Genryūsai.
Shunsui was starting to panic.
