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Chapter 373 B
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 15:03:01 +0000 UTCChapter 373
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Soul Society, in a laboratory that no one could locate.
Aizen stood in front of the test platform, pressing a few buttons.
Next to him, in a tall cultivation tank, a man slowly opened his eyes.
As he looked at the scene before him, his expression showed some confusion.
“Good evening, Captain Azashiro.”
Upon hearing this gentle voice, he turned his head.
He saw a young man with tousled brown hair, wearing glasses, and a vice-captain badge on his arm, smiling at him.
“You are…”
“I’m just an ordinary researcher. I’ve awakened you this time because there is some information I need you to confirm.”
As he spoke, Aizen waved his hand, and a mechanical arm brought a screen in front of Azashiro Sōya.
Looking at the content on the screen, Azashiro Sōya slightly frowned.
A few seconds later, his eyes suddenly widened.
“This is... the Silent World Project?!”
“Yes.”
Aizen nodded.
“After so long, I’ve finally fulfilled your long-cherished wish.”
“With the efforts of myself and many others who share your ideals, the Central 46 has finally agreed to restart the Silent World Project.”
“At present, all aspects of the work are proceeding rapidly. The endeavor you left incomplete is now right before us.”
“However, because of the thorough purge carried out by the Central 46 back then, much of the data—though preserved to the best of our ability—was still inevitably lost.”
“To fill in the gaps, we need your assistance.”
Hearing Aizen's words, Azashiro Sōya’s face was filled with shock.
“The Central 46 agreed to restart the Silent World Project… how is that possible?”
“That was a project ordered to be terminated by the will coming from the Royal Palace!”
Upon hearing this, Aizen gave a slight smile.
He pulled a document from his sleeve and unfolded it in front of Azashiro Sōya.
Looking at the document before him, Azashiro Sōya was first stunned, then overwhelmed with joy.
Indeed, it was a document approved by the Central 46!
The format, the seals, the signatures—all matched regulations. There was no possibility of forgery.
The Central 46 had really approved restarting the Silent World Project!
It was truly... unbelievable!
After a brief wave of excitement, he looked at the nutrient fluid around him and the various tubes inserted into his body.
“Since the project has been restarted, then my charges should have been cleared, right?”
“Why am I still imprisoned here?”
“Wait... before that, why am I here at all... I should be in Muken Prison...”
As he said this, he suddenly froze.
“Kaelith... where is Kaelith?!”
Aizen replied with no expression:
“No need to worry, Captain Azashiro. Kaelith committed a serious offense and has been detained by the Captain-Commander. He will no longer interfere with you.”
“As for your current situation, this was also a necessary decision.”
“Your abilities are too dangerous. If you were allowed to move freely in Seireitei, the higher-ups wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully.”
“So, at least for now, please cooperate with our work and remain quietly here.”
Azashiro Sōya was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
“Understood. Since this is the will of the Central 46, I will obey.”
“Good. Thank you for being so cooperative.”
Aizen nodded.
He turned his back to Azashiro Sōya and operated the interface.
This kind of person—possessing overwhelming power and lofty ideals, yet willing to bow before nobility and kiss their toes—was someone he didn’t even want to look at.
Earlier, Kaelith had said that just invoking the Central 46 would make Azashiro Sōya obedient, and Aizen had thought it was a bit absurd.
But now it seemed, obedient didn’t even begin to describe it—he was practically a puppet on strings.
Simply disgusting. There was nothing more to say.
Just as he was sorting the data, preparing to begin discussion with Azashiro Sōya, an alarm suddenly blared through the room—
[Warning: Special-Class Dangerous Target approaching. Please prepare accordingly.]
Azashiro Sōya looked at Aizen:
“Special-Class Dangerous Target?”
Although he didn’t know the classification standard, from the sound of it, it was clearly not someone to take lightly.
But the young researcher in front of him didn’t show much panic.
Under Azashiro Sōya’s worried gaze, Aizen removed his glasses and placed them aside.
“No need to worry, Captain Azashiro. Please wait here—I’ll handle it.”
With that, Aizen quickened his steps and left the lab.
Just as he closed the door behind him, a figure rushed in.
“Sōsama, please help me!!”
Seeing the excited look on Kaelith’s face, Aizen raised a hand to his brow.
No wonder he was classified as a Special-Class Dangerous Target. Just one sentence, and Aizen’s blood pressure had already spiked.
“Sōsuke, I just thought of a great plan!”
Under Aizen’s gaze, Kaelith spread his arms:
“If I use the Vanguard Project to replicate many Soifon, Yoruichi, Bambietta… wouldn’t I instantly become the master of heaven?”
Just imagining the scene made him visibly excited.
Aizen: “……”
He slightly lifted his head, eyes showing a look of contempt.
“I’ve already said this—even if you have the breath of the Soul King, to replicate individuals even remotely close to the originals, it requires tearing off a small piece of the creator’s soul and fusing it into them.”
“Do you really want to... copulate with a bunch of beings fused with fragments of your own soul?”
“Kaelith, I may have underestimated you. I didn’t think your tastes were this twisted.”
Hearing Aizen’s words, Kaelith was slightly taken aback.
Right… those replicated captains, because they contained fragments of Inaba Kagerōza’s soul, had noticeably altered personalities.
If they were fused with his own soul fragments...
Kaelith narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
Aizen, too, unintentionally pictured it.
A swarm of Soifon, Yoruichi, Rangiku Matsumoto, and other random women, all with twisted grins, tearing open the upper half of their Shihakushō...
He couldn’t take it. His eyes burned.
Aizen closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
He felt like he had just been emotionally struck by an evil ghost.
Kaelith thought for a moment:
“Then how about we forget about power and just go for appearance—create a batch of modified souls that only replicate their looks and personalities?”
Aizen let out a long sigh.
“This kind of foolish plan—don’t come to me with it again.”
“Leaving aside how those women would react if they found out—what about you? Could you pretend nothing happened, betray their trust, and live that way?”
“Try to become someone worthy of the trust and affection they’ve placed in you. Stop thinking about this nonsense.”
With that, Aizen waved him away.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he called Kaelith back.
“Right—make me another batch of that tofu pudding from last time... the one with red beans. Thanks.”
“Hmph, have you finally submitted to my culinary skill? If one day you can’t eat my cooking and nothing else tastes right, I won’t be responsible.”
Kaelith wore a smug expression.
It was just a shame he wasn’t wearing his Special-Class Chef outfit today—otherwise, he definitely would’ve done a dramatic towel flip in front of Sōsuke.
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Eleventh Division, captain’s office. The office doors stood wide open, with squad members constantly coming in to deliver documents and taking processed ones out.
Yamamoto Shigekuni sat behind the desk, quietly reviewing files.
Behind him, Kaelith stood motionless.
Because the First Division barracks had been destroyed in the previous battle, Yamamoto had simply relocated his office to the Eleventh Division.
Not only did he take Kaelith’s office, he also ordered that while he was reviewing paperwork, Kaelith must stand by his side and watch the entire time.
After returning to Seireitei, he had reviewed the documents Kaelith had handled previously.
They were perfect—flawless. So perfect it didn’t seem like they came from that brat.
He wasn’t around, and the work was done so well—now that he’s back, this brat wants to act like he doesn’t know how to do anything?
No way it works like that!
If he claims he can’t do it, then let him stand there and watch until he does!
Standing next to Yamamoto, Kaelith looked over the documents on the desk for a while.
The more he looked, the sleepier he got.
Utterly bored, he began running combat simulations in his head.
First, he simulated a battlefield.
Then, his opponents.
Hmm… let’s start with Kyōraku and Ukitake, the two senior brothers.
In his mental world, Kaelith wielded dual blades, clashing with the two senior brothers who also fought with dual Zanpakutō.
Though simulated, their skill and techniques were indistinguishable from the real thing.
If there was any difference, it was that Kaelith had never seen the two of them use Bankai, so he could only simulate their Shikai forms.
Fighting as he played, he easily defeated both within twenty minutes.
Next, he went ahead and simulated the entire Gotei 13.
Excluding Yamamoto.
In his mental space, battles erupted one after another.
The more he fought, the more shocked Kaelith became at how realistic the simulations were.
He’d never realized he had such talent before.
Who would’ve thought that being tortured by old man Yamamoto would lead to such a surprising gain?
After some effort, he took down the entire Gotei 13.
Still not satisfied, for the third round, he added in the three Espada generals from Hueco Mundo, along with the seven members of the Arrancar unit.
Eleven captain-level Shinigami and ten captain-level Arrancar—a total of twenty-one opponents launched a siege as intense as the famed Light Summit Battle.
At first, he managed to hold his own with dual blades.
But as the battle heated up, Kaelith tossed his blades aside, ripped off his uniform, and charged into the crowd barehanded.
Yamamoto, while reviewing files, occasionally glanced at Kaelith’s expressions.
Seeing Kaelith frown at one moment and then look solemn the next, he nodded slightly.
Not bad. The kid was finally beginning to review squad paperwork with him.
To accommodate Kaelith, he even slowed down a bit.
Then he saw Kaelith suddenly curl up the corner of his mouth.
Hmph… what’s this? Does he think the old man’s not as fast at paperwork?
Annoyed, Yamamoto picked up the pace again.
This time, he noticed Kaelith get serious once more, his gaze blazing with fighting spirit.
Hmph. Fine, let’s see who’s better at this—the thousand-year veteran of the First Division or the naturally gifted prodigy!
Yamamoto stopped watching Kaelith and focused fully on the files.
Meanwhile, Kaelith’s simulated battle reached its climax.
Simultaneously handling twenty-one opponents caused his body temperature to rise sharply.
Steam began rising from his head.
Yamamoto was so engrossed in his work, he didn’t even notice the strange heat nearby.
Sasakibe came in halfway and, upon seeing the scene inside, showed a puzzled expression.
Kaelith stood there, steam pouring off his body, eyes blazing with fighting intent.
Yamamoto, drenched in sweat from the heat, didn’t even notice and kept furiously reviewing documents.
Sasakibe: “……”
These two… what kind of madness are they up to this time?
After a few silent seconds, he quietly left, not wanting to get dragged in by association.
No one knew how long it lasted, but eventually Kaelith defeated his final opponent.
Yamamoto also finished his work.
Wiping sweat—origin unknown—from his brow, he turned to look at Kaelith.
Kaelith grinned and let out a light scoff.
“Heh, that’s it?”
“?”
Yamamoto… was furious.
He had just completed an entire day’s workload at top speed, only to be met with that kind of remark?
Outside, the Eleventh Division members were gathered, whispering about various plans to take down the Captain-Commander and promote their big brother to the top.
Suddenly, they saw Kaelith and Yamamoto charging out one after the other.
“You old bastard! Don’t push it! I didn’t even do anything!”
“This day’s insult—if I don’t offer you to my blade, it won’t be cleansed!!”
One chased, one fled—chaos ensued once again.
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That night, Kaelith once again visited Aizen.
Aizen had assumed this guy was back to discuss another foolish application of the Vanguard Project, but the moment they met, Kaelith smiled and said:
“Sōsuke, give me another shot of that drug you made to speed up thought processing!”
“?”
Even with Aizen’s composure, this line caught him off guard.
Had Kaelith… finally gone insane?
The Superhuman Drug caused the mind to accelerate drastically, leaving the body unable to keep up.
After taking it, a person became like a plant with an unchained mind.
Given Kaelith’s personality, calling it torture wasn’t far off—how could he be asking for it voluntarily?
Aizen wanted to criticize him, but after Kaelith kept pestering, he reluctantly gave him a shot—though still full of doubt.
Watching Kaelith lie motionless on the bed, Aizen moved to a nearby machine.
On the screen, Kaelith’s physical metrics were displayed.
The Superhuman Drug was still in experimental stages—not ready for practical use.
Initially, he and Mayuri had intended to dilute it about a thousandfold.
But every time they reached six hundredfold, the drug's effect dropped off too fast, so the research had been shelved.
Now with a willing, durable, and effective test subject, Aizen welcomed the opportunity.
But in the next moment, he looked at the screen and his expression grew puzzled.
The data showed Kaelith’s brainwaves skyrocketing.
In less than a second, his neural activity increased thousands of times.
“?”
Aizen frowned.
What was this guy doing?
How could a person use their brain in a way that caused this kind of spike?
Even with a thousandfold acceleration, this was unnatural.
As he wondered, he suddenly noticed Kaelith’s body temperature shooting up as well.
What kind of joke was this... was the guy cooking himself alive?
Aizen grabbed the antidote nearby, used Shunpo to reach Kaelith, and injected it immediately.
In less than ten seconds, Kaelith’s entire body had turned red like a boiled shrimp, steaming like a branding iron.
Under Aizen’s tense gaze, Kaelith’s eyes suddenly flew open…
