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Chapter 344 B
🕑 Added 2025-05-11 15:14:19 +0000 UTCChapter 344
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Yamamoto was not pleased.
Ever since the spatial bubble incident, that idiotic disciple of his had vanished without a trace—practically evaporated from the world.
Based on what he knew of Kaelith, the kid had almost certainly gone to the World of the Living to investigate.
The problem was: after investigating, where was the intel?
Why hadn’t he sent a single report back?
That damn brat—does he still even acknowledge me as his teacher?
Fuming, he called for his lieutenant.
“Chōjirō, send someone to the World of the Living. Confirm whether that brat is dead or not.”
“Yes. I’ll dispatch someone to verify Captain Kaelith’s safety immediately.”
Sasakibe bowed, subtly translating Yamamoto’s actual meaning.
Before Yamamoto could erupt in anger, Sasakibe quickly exited the room.
Watching him leave, Yamamoto clicked his tongue.
He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but lately, his loyal subordinates and disciples all seemed to be getting a little too rebellious.
Even Ukitake, who had always been the well-behaved type, was starting to show signs of Kaelith-ification.
At this rate, the Seireitei’s doomed...
He shook his head repeatedly, walked over to his tea table, and used Ryūjin Jakka to boil water.
After pouring out the first brew, he lifted the second cup.
Just then, Sasakibe flash-stepped back in.
Seeing his lieutenant return so quickly, Yamamoto was puzzled.
“Why are you back so soon?”
“Report, Lord Genryūsai. Captain Kaelith left a man stationed at the gates of Squad Eleven.”
“That Soul Reaper was ordered to hand over the intel if anyone from Squad One came asking.”
“If no one came, he was told to continue his duties as usual.”
“?”
A question mark practically appeared above Yamamoto’s head.
This is the first time I’ve heard of intelligence needing a request to be handed in...
Shouldn’t that be reported to me immediately?!
Sasakibe cleared his throat:
“The intel is as follows—”
“Captain Kaelith went to the World of the Living and discovered...”
Under Yamamoto’s stern gaze, he began reporting everything Kaelith had encountered over the past few days.
By the end, Yamamoto felt once again like he’d been punched by a ghost.
The old man opened his eyes, startled:
“The Ryūdōji clan... that family still exists today?”
“It is indeed surprising,” Sasakibe chimed in.
After a moment of shock, Yamamoto suddenly realized something.
“Wait a minute... for something this serious, that damn brat actually kept it hidden?!”
Sasakibe thought for a moment, then lowered his voice:
“Lord Genryūsai, the entity known as Senna takes the form of a young girl.”
“Captain Kaelith likely withheld the information to buy her more time...”
“That ungrateful brat!!”
Yamamoto slammed the table in fury.
“This concerns the safety of both the Soul Society and the World of the Living! How could he treat it so lightly?!”
“Chōjirō! Inform the Kidō Corps! Prepare the Kidō Cannon for launch!”
“Yes, sir.”
Sasakibe nodded and left.
As he exited Squad One’s quarters, he pulled aside a squad member and gave him some instructions.
That Soul Reaper immediately ran off toward Squad Two.
……............
....
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“Hah!!!”
Kaelith stood in the middle of the street and suddenly let out a loud shout.
Yet none of the passersby reacted.
Without a Gigai, Kaelith was invisible and inaudible to normal humans—like thin air.
However, two girls eating ice cream were startled and looked over.
But the spot where the voice had come from was now empty.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know... I definitely heard someone shout...”
“Me too! Crap, don’t tell me it’s a ghost or something!”
The twin-tailed girl frowned and scanned the area, then quickly dragged the braided girl away.
From a rooftop not far away, Kaelith crouched at the edge of a building, shaking his head in amusement.
Senna landed beside him, surprised by the two girls.
“They could hear your voice? Their spiritual sensitivity is impressive.”
“Hmph, of course.”
Kaelith smirked. “One of them was my ex-girlfriend. That level of sensitivity isn’t surprising.”
Senna blinked in confusion.
She glanced at the backs of the two girls, then her face darkened and she edged away from Kaelith.
“?”
Kaelith looked at her, puzzled.
Senna stared at him like he was something disgusting, full of disdain.
“They’re humans, aren’t they?”
“They look what, fifteen or seventeen at most... and you said one of them was your ex-girlfriend?”
“You actually... with girls that young... I totally misjudged you!”
Kaelith thought for a few seconds.
Then nodded. “I do have a pretty wide palate. I mean, you were only a few days old when we met, and I didn’t mind.”
“Go to hell!”
Senna ground her teeth.
Kaelith just laughed and stood up. "Joking joking"
Seeing that he didn’t plan to approach the two girls again, Senna asked, “You’re just leaving?”
“Yeah,” Kaelith nodded. “They have their own lives. Their own futures.”
“As humans, they deserve a human upbringing and thehuman experiences.”
“If I, a Shinigami, got involved—it’d just ruin the mood, wouldn’t it?”
Hearing that, Senna nodded repeatedly.
This guy... for all his brutish fighting style, he’s surprisingly gentle at heart...
Just as she thought that, Kaelith added:
“At least wait till they’re in college before going to bother them.”
“……”
Senna sighed.
Forget what she said—this guy has no gentleness in him at all.
If she was going to stick with him in the future, she’d need to be careful to protect herself.
Otherwise, one day, he might actually try something horrible.
Thinking that, she pursed her lips.
Could she really go to the Soul Society and become a Shinigami, like Kaelith suggested? Her very existence could threaten the balance between worlds. Would the Soul Society truly ignore such a danger?
And even before that—Ryūdōji Ganryū was already a huge obstacle.
According to Aizen Sōsuke, Senna was completely under Ryūdōji Ganryū’s control.
Although Ganryū’s personal strength was far below Kaelith’s, backed by his own pocket dimension, it was hard to predict the outcome of a clash.
With these heavy concerns, two days passed in a flash.
On the third morning, Kaelith opened his computer and began obsessively googling himself, trying to see whether his commercial or Ulquiorra’s had gotten more attention.
Let’s start with Nicopili.
As the largest bullet-comment video platform in the World of the Living, Nicopili had billions of loyal users.
Most were young—exactly the LSP4 demographic.
Judging their reactions should make it clear who was more effective: me or Ulquiorra!
Cackling to himself, Kaelith rapidly typed in “LSP4 commercial.”
Suddenly, his phone rang.
He frowned, pulled it out, and saw the caller ID.
He answered.
“Sōsuke?”
“Kaelith, get ready for battle.”
“Battle? With who? Ryūdōji Ganryū?”
“No. The Kidō Corps.”
“?”
Before Kaelith could ask further, Aizen calmly—but slightly faster than usual—explained:
“I’m planning to take the entire Kyōgoku and integrate it into Hueco Mundo as a realm.”
“To use modern terms, I’m going to make Kyōgoku a Hueco Mundo satellite.”
“To complete that, I need one more day.”
“Unfortunately, it seems the Captain-Commander no longer wants to wait.”
“These past few days, because of Kyōgoku’s existence, particles have been flowing heavily between the Soul Society and the World of the Living, causing serious disturbances. The high density of Reishi has caused many people in the World of the Living to develop spiritual perception.”
“At this rate, no one knows what else Kyōgoku might trigger.”
“To prevent further danger, the Captain-Commander has ordered the Kidō Corps to prepare the Spatial Kidō Cannon, aiming to obliterate Kyōgoku completely.”
“Your task is to stall for time so I can move it.”
Kaelith fell into thought.
Kyōgoku’s existence could lead to disaster, triggering unpredictable changes in the World of the Living.
Yamamoto wanted to destroy it to prevent that.
Aizen, for his own ambition, wanted Kaelith to stop Yamamoto.
If Kaelith went along with it, wouldn’t that be helping a villain? Betraying his conscience?
As if!
Just because it was Aizen—he agreed without hesitation.
Kaelith snorted, stood up.
“Got it. Leave it to me.”
“Good. Go.”
Aizen ended the call and resumed operating the control panel in front of him.
Sure enough, even when he revealed his most despicable motives to Kaelith, the man never hesitated to take his side.
He smiled contentedly.
The little notebook recording Kaelith’s crimes could be shelved for now.
……
Seeing Kaelith stand, Senna looked at him in surprise.
“You’re going to stop the Seireitei?”
Within her were fragments of many Shinigami souls—even some of seated officer level.
She had some understanding of just how powerful the Seireitei was, how terrifying the Kidō Corps was, and how monstrous Yamamoto could be.
Hearing Kaelith declare he would go fight them alone, she couldn’t help but panic.
“If they prepare ahead of time, the Kidō Corps can channel everyone’s power to fire devastating attacks!”
“Even you—just one captain—can’t possibly beat them!”
Kaelith rolled his neck and turned to her, smiling.
“Well, isn’t that funny?”
“Because I, Kaelith Yurei, specialize in breaking the impossible.”
With that, his figure vanished from the room.
Senna slapped her forehead. Without hesitation, she left her Gigai and chased after him. At that moment, the sky above Karakura Town had completely changed.
What should have been a clear blue sky was now filled with dark clouds.
In the clouds, a massive vortex slowly spun. Even ordinary people could see the terrifying phenomenon. Crowds gathered along the riverbanks, staring up.
Through the vortex, they could see what looked like a scene from ancient Japan.
There, many people dressed in black kimono bustled about.
Then, a massive black cannon slowly rose, aimed toward their world.
Those with higher spiritual sensitivity trembled just from seeing it, feeling like disaster was imminent.
In the crowd, two girls looked up nervously at the bizarre sight.
“Emi, what... what is that? It looks terrifying...”
“I don’t know. But it doesn’t look fake, that’s for sure.”
The twin-tailed pink-haired girl gritted her teeth and tightly held her braided friend’s hand.
Apocalyptic scenes from manga and novels flashed through her mind.
Whatever happened next, she would protect the one beside her no matter what.
Through the vortex, the mirage-like image grew clearer.
TV helicopters had already begun broadcasting from above.
“Ladies and gentlemen watching from home, I’m currently in the skies over Karakura Town—”
“Yes, as you can see, this vision doesn’t match any known location. It appears to be a time-transcending scene from ancient times...”
“What those people are planning—we still don’t know...”
Shff!
Shiba Isshin landed atop a building using Shunpo.
Following him were an orange-haired girl in a school uniform and the serious, suit-clad Ryūken Ishida.
Seeing the giant cannon within the vortex, Isshin’s eyes widened.
“The Spatial Kidō Cannon?! Why did the Seireitei bring out something that dangerous?!”
Ryūken’s brow was furrowed.
“Even across the Dangai, you can feel that weapon’s power...”
“Right now, Karakura Town is more connected to the Soul Society than ever. If the cannon’s output goes wrong, the blast might hit this side too!”
The orange-haired girl looked shaken.
“Ryūken—what should we do? Is there anything we can do?”
Ryūken shook his head.
Neither Kyōgoku nor the Kidō Corps were things a mere Quincy could interfere with.
Even with Isshin helping—it wouldn’t be enough.
The girl looked to Isshin.
He just smiled, not the least bit worried.
“Relax, Masaki.”
“A world-ending cannon like that? In his presence, it’s nothing.”
Masaki blinked, confused.
“Him?”
“Heh. Here he comes now.”
Before anyone realized, a figure appeared in the sky.
Kaelith stood in midair.
Beneath the dark clouds, his white haori flapped like a banner in the storm.
Seeing the man suddenly hovering above, everyone with spiritual perception was stunned.
A person... flying?
As all eyes turned toward him, Kaelith grinned.
“The hero who saves the world—”
“Kaelith Yurei!”
“Has arrived!!”
Comments
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It would be funny if Kaelith had a beam clash with the cannon, shouting Kamehameha.
