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Chapter 342 B
🕑 Added 2025-05-09 15:05:01 +0000 UTCChapter 342
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Carrying Senna in his arms, Kaelith stepped outside.
In the distance, Sōsuke stood quietly, suspended in midair.
A burly man with blade-fists kept charging at him, but every time he got close, he was effortlessly repelled by spiritual pressure.
Even a fool would understand by now— The man before him was an existence far beyond his reach, someone he couldn’t possibly contend with.
The burly man’s face grew solemn.
He turned his head to look in Kaelith’s direction.
The frail, scholarly one was hard to handle—so he’d go for the other one instead.
If he could seize even a momentary advantage, he could snatch the Shinenju and escape back to Ganryū.
Thinking this, he grinned and launched himself like a cannonball toward Kaelith.
In a flash, he was right in front of Kaelith, raising his thick arm and swinging his blade-fist in a downward strike.
Facing the charging brute, Kaelith showed no expression—he casually waved his hand.
PA—BOOM!!!
The burly blade-fist user flew uncontrollably through the air, slamming headfirst into a nearby unfinished building, kicking up a storm of dust and debris.
Kaelith shook his hand.
Even among lieutenants, this guy’s strength was relatively weak.
He didn’t know where this man got the courage to try a two-on-one against him and Sōsuke.
At that moment, several figures appeared around them with shunpo.
Each one wore clothing similar in style to the blade-fist brute.
Kaelith glanced at them.
Most were around lieutenant level, just like the last man.
Only one stood out—a middle-aged man with white hair and a weathered face—his spiritual level was solid, fitting for a proper Captain.
In other words, the kind of Captain who could hold his own in a fight—maybe not elite, but definitely no pushover.
Someone at the level of Muguruma Kensei, give or take.
Top-tier Captains were a different breed entirely—the ones whose strength was in a whole other league.
The white-haired man looked extremely serious, shifting his gaze back and forth between Kaelith and Sōsuke.
The scene just now had clearly shaken him.
The blade-fist man had been one of his mid-level subordinates. And yet, that young man had taken him out with a single blow!
However, upon seeing the captain’s haori on Kaelith, realization dawned on his face.
So that’s it... he’s a Captain from the Seireitei.
No wonder his strength was exceptional. But surely that guy would never imagine—he himself was also at the Captain level?
Thinking this, the man smiled.
But just then, a woman standing behind Kaelith suddenly wore a shocked expression. She stared closely at the back of Kaelith for a couple of seconds, as if questioning her own eyes.
Once she was sure, she cried out in disbelief:
“Ganryū-sama!!!”
“That guy... that guy is the Captain of Squad One!!”
“What?!”
The moment those words were spoken, everyone was stunned.
Even Kaelith.
He hurriedly looked around.
“Where? Where’s the old man?”
“How come I didn’t sense anything?”
Sōsuke looked at him with mild confusion.
After a moment, as if understanding something, he disappeared in a flash step and appeared behind Kaelith.
He reached out, pulled down Kaelith’s haori, and silently showed him the back.
Seeing the big “一” on the haori, Kaelith finally understood.
“Oh, they were talking about me...”
Under everyone’s gaze, he stuffed the Squad One haori back into his shadow storage, pulled out another one, gave it a shake to check the lettering, and put it on.
He turned his back toward the crowd.
“Sorry, I grabbed the wrong one earlier. This is the right one.”
“I am Kaelith Yurei, Captain of the Eleventh Division of the Gotei 13.”
He had thought this would make everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
But instead, their expressions turned even more serious.
One of them trembled as he spoke:
“Eleventh Division... isn’t that Unohana-taichō’s division?”
“Did this guy... defeat Unohana and inherit the Eleventh Division?”
Another person shook their head.
“Not necessarily. Maybe Unohana just got too old and retired.”
“Could be...”
Hearing such dangerous speculation, Kaelith coughed lightly to interrupt them.
Some things, like gossiping about a certain eldritch woman, were best left unspoken—just hearing them might bring unforeseen disaster.
With everyone watching, he opened his mouth and said:
“Just to be sure, let me confirm something.”
“Your goal is to destroy the World of the Living and the Soul Society, right?”
For a moment, silence fell over the group.
No one dared speak in response to Kaelith’s question.
Eventually, the white-haired man gave a scoffing laugh.
“I don’t know how you figured it out, but since your strength is respectable, I’ll tell you.”
“My name is Ganryū—Ryūdōji Ganryū.”
“A thousand years ago, the Ryūdōji clan stood just beneath the Five Great Noble Houses. Whether in talent or influence, we were no less than them.”
“The only thing we lacked was the title of ‘royal direct lineage.’”
“Out of fear, the Five Great Houses launched a brutal political campaign, branding us traitors and forcing countless fabricated crimes upon us!”
“In the end, the Central 46 sentenced our clan to the Dangai—to be left to die!”
“In the Dangai, we struggled to survive in that hellish place by any means necessary.”
“Countless clan members died in the process, and only those present now remain.”
“With hatred like this, of course I must utterly destroy the Soul Society and Seireitei to vent my wrath and the wrath of my ancestors !”
With that, Ganryū swung his arm dramatically:
“Kaelith—if it were you, wouldn’t you do the same?”
Kaelith picked his ear and shook his head.
“No.”
Ganryū frowned.
Just as he was about to speak again, Kaelith added:
“If it were me, I’d take my clan into Hueco Mundo, seize a territory, and build up strength until I could strike back hard.”
“Trying to crash two worlds together for revenge? That’s too boring. It doesn’t suit my aesthetic.”
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions shifted.
Ganryū’s face darkened.
“Sounds noble, but it’s just the babbling of someone who doesn’t understand.”
“The Gotei 13 has Yamamoto Shigekuni and many with Bankai. How could a single clan hope to rival that? And as for Hueco Mundo, it’s ruled by Barragan—how do you plan to take that?”
“Your plan is utterly unrealistic. Guiding the Soul Society and the real world into collision is the best path to revenge!”
Kaelith folded his arms and wagged a finger.
“No, no. Only the weak say something is impossible.”
“A true badass—turns the impossible into reality!”
“Anyway, there’s no point talking to a low-tier boss like you. I’ll beat you down, make you taste my fists, and then we’ll talk more!”
With that declaration, Kaelith burst into laughter and charged toward Ryūdōji Ganryū.
“Ganryū-sama!”
Several of his retainers rushed in without hesitation, placing themselves between Kaelith and Ganryū.
A Shinigami wielding twin war hammers raised them high, ready to bring them crashing down on Kaelith.
But the moment he exerted force, something felt wrong.
Splurt!
With a spray of blood, his head flew high into the air.
His hands holding the hammers went limp and fell.
Another man with a cone-shaped greatsword swung at Kaelith.
Kaelith grinned and punched with his non-sword hand.
Before the man could react, his blade struck Kaelith’s fist and shattered into fragments. The shards scattered like shrapnel, embedding themselves in the man’s face and body.
Several pieces pierced his neck and shot off into the sky.
The greatsword wielder fell.
A purple-haired woman with voluminous waves rushed in without hesitation.
Seeing her, Kaelith looked slightly regretful.
Then, in a flash, he dodged around her and kept going.
The woman turned her head in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
A second later, a chill spread through her chest.
Somehow, a blade had pierced her from behind, its bloody tip protruding from her chest.
Sōsuke stood behind her, withdrawing Kyōka Suigetsu.
“What a hassle. Even for something like this, someone else has to clean up the mess.”
He flicked the blood off the blade and casually followed after Kaelith.
Ryūdōji Ganryū stood in the sky, eyes wide.
Watching Kaelith tear through his men like nothing—like they were made of paper, one after another.
No way...
He knew how strong the Seireitei Captains were.
But this? One strike per lieutenant? That was absurd.
For a moment, a feeling of "what the hell am I watching?" filled his chest.
Fueled by rage and fear, Ganryū roared and charged at Kaelith.
He spread his arms and gripped the air.
Several white souls flew out of his robes and coalesced into a longsword.
Clutching the weapon, spiritual pressure blazing, he slashed down at Kaelith.
Kaelith nodded slightly.
Finally, a somewhat worthy opponent.
Though fear and hesitation were in his heart, they were crushed under sheer willpower—none of it showed on his face.
A man who survived centuries in the Dangai did deserve some credit—for courage, at least.
Kaelith casually tossed his Zanpakutō aside and stepped forward.
One hand stretched out, palm open, the other clenched into a fist at his waist.
In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted from him.
“RAAAAAAAHHH!!”
Ganryū raised his sword and struck downward.
“I’M HUNGRY TOOOOO!!”
Kaelith roared back, punching forward.
For a brief moment, the world fell silent.
Then, a massive flash lit up the sky.
Their spiritual pressures collided and exploded into a dazzling sphere of energy in the heavens.
From a rooftop in the distance, Senna watched in awe.
So strong...
That guy called Kaelith, his every slash and punch held a power beyond her imagination.
This final move... it felt like she was witnessing an asteroid falling on Earth.
In all the fragmented memories of countless souls in her mind, no one had ever done something like this.
Not even the exalted Captains.
Maybe he was right... maybe he really was a Deity...
As she stared, the light above faded.
Ganryū flew backwards, skipping through the air like a stone on water, finally managing to steady himself.
His once-pristine clothing was now little more than scraps.
Looking at Kaelith—who stood spotless where he had been—Ganryū’s pupils shook.
This guy wasn’t human...
He was a devil!
That punch—its shadow felt just like Yamamoto Shigekuni’s.
Could he actually be Yamamoto, just in a different form?
Wild thoughts surged through his mind.
Whatever Kaelith truly was, one thing was certain:
He couldn’t defeat this monster.
He had to flee—now!
If he could return to the valley of screams, to his domain, there was still hope.
As for the Shinenju... he could worry about retrieving it later.
With that, Ganryū turned and fled toward the valley of screams without hesitation.
Kaelith was just about to chase him when Sōsuke suddenly appeared beside him and grabbed his arm.
“Kaelith, wait.”
“?”
Kaelith looked at him in confusion.
“Just now, that guy Ganryū used a special ability.”
“I saw him turn unclaimed souls into weapons. Also, as he fled, he used some souls to repair his own body.”
“His ability seems to involve altering unclaimed souls into forms that suit his needs. If that’s true, and you follow him into the valley of screams, you could be in danger.”
“Every inch of the valley of screams—land, air, space—is made of unclaimed souls.”
“He could use the entire pocket world to fight you, forcing you into a corner. If pushed far enough, someone like him might even try to blow up all of the valley of screams.”
“With your current strength, you wouldn’t die from that... but you would be lost in the Dangai. And it would be a pain for me to go find you.”
Kaelith scratched his head.
“So what now? Just let him go? Soul Society and the real world are still on a collision course.”
“They’re not.”
Sōsuke shook his head and looked toward the rooftop.
“The Shinenju is in our hands. The valley of screams is now just a mindless ‘mass of flesh.’”
“We’re not the ones who need to worry—Ganryū is.”
“Relax. Leave the rest to me.”
Sōsuke’s lips curled into a confident smile.
“I’ll make sure he learns what happens when you bare your fangs at someone you shouldn’t.”
Kaelith gave a soft “oh.”
He thought for a second, then asked, “So what should I do?”
At that, Sōsuke put away his smile and waved a hand.
“Go play. Sleep. Eat something... do whatever you want.”
“Huh? You don’t need my help?”
Kaelith looked surprised.
After all, in research and development, he was top-tier.
Wasn’t Sōsuke wasting a valuable resource?
Sōsuke sighed.
Then he gave Kaelith a warm smile.
“Go have fun and stop bothering—ahem—stop wasting time on me. That’s the best help you could give.”
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Note if you forgot: The Shinenju is a rare being formed from the combined memories of countless lost souls, acting as a singular vessel that stabilizes the space between the Human World and Soul Society.
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Lol, Kaelith is lucky that his enemies discovered him wearing a 1st captain's haori and not Yamamoto...
