Help! I am bound to Aizen!
Chapter 338

Chapter 338

2-in-1 chapter:

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*Squad One, Captain-Commander’s Office.*

Yamamoto stood at his desk, brush flowing swiftly across the paper.

Suddenly, a figure flash-stepped to his side.

“Report.”

“Captain-Commander, a large number of nobles have gone to Squad Eleven...”

Hearing this, Yamamoto’s brush paused.

He sighed.

“What’s that brat stirred up this time?”

“No, Captain-Commander, the nobles are there to deliver gifts.”

“?”

Yamamoto turned his head in confusion.

He knew well the relationship between Kaelith and the noble houses.

If not outright hostile, they at least preferred to avoid each other.

What wind had blown the nobles into giving Kaelith gifts?

They wouldn’t be delivering bombs, would they?

“According to the personnel on site, Captain Kaelith has taken in an adopted daughter, granted her the Yurei surname, and so the major noble houses have sent representatives.” The Onmitsukidō member reported truthfully.

“???”

Yamamoto gripped his brush and—for the first time in a while—opened his eyes.

What nonsense?

*Kaelith taking in an adopted daughter?*

That brat wasn’t even two hundred years old. What was he doing taking on an adopted daughter?

For a moment, the old man felt like he’d just been hit by a vengeful ghost.

As Yamamoto doubted reality, another Onmitsukidō agent flash-stepped in.

“Report, Captain-Commander.”

“Squad Eleven has sent someone requesting an audience!”

After receiving Yamamoto’s summons, a burly man hurried in.

“Captain-Commander! Our boss—cough, I mean, our captain—invites you to a banquet being held at Squad Eleven!”

He presented an invitation.

Yamamoto took it and opened it.

【Old man:】

【I’ve taken in a daughter. To put on a bit of a show, I’m throwing a banquet.】

【If you have time, come have a few drinks.】

【Oh, and since you’re basically half her grandfather, try to dress decently. Don’t just show up shirtless like usual. Embarrassing.】

【Your favorite disciple.】

“......”

Staring at the invitation, veins bulged on Yamamoto’s forehead.

His blood pressure rose.

He snorted coldly and tossed the invitation onto the desk.

“Chōjirō, fetch my kimono!”

“Yes, sir.”

Sasakibe responded firmly.

As he lowered his head, a slight smile tugged at his lips.

……

Squad Eleven was always a lively place.

Today, it was practically boiling over.

Yamamoto, accompanied by Sasakibe, could feel the clamor from afar.

Just as reported, many nobles had sent representatives.

Some even sent direct heirs or elders.

Even the noble houses that disliked Kaelith weren’t going to lose face at such an event.

When it came to reading the political winds, most noble families were quite adept. Taking in the scene, Yamamoto leaned on his cane and clicked his tongue.

Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead at this kind of gathering.

Today, he’d simply been tricked by a certain brat.

“This way, guests! This way!”

A muscular man raised his arm high, directing the crowd.

He spotted Yamamoto and Sasakibe and his eyes lit up.

“Captain-Commander Yamamoto!”

“The captain specifically ordered someone to wait for you. Please follow me!”

Hmph. At least the brat has some manners.

Expressionless, Yamamoto followed. After crossing several streets and buildings, they arrived at the banquet site.

Kaelith sat on his beast-skin throne, laughing heartily. Below him, many muscular men raised their cups, food spread across the tables as they chatted.

The nobles sat a bit farther away, keeping some distance from the rowdy crowd.

The scene resembled a bandit’s den.

Yamamoto’s gaze swept over the group. Soon, he found the one he was looking for.

A young girl sat not far from Kaelith.

She looked a little nervous, clutching the hem of her dress. With Yamamoto’s sharp eyes, he could tell at a glance—this girl had no spiritual power to speak of. She was a typical Rukongai soul.

She wore some kind of device that diluted the surrounding Reishi. Otherwise, in a gathering of so many Shinigami, she wouldn’t last a quarter-hour before suffering spiritual poisoning and passing out.

What on earth is that brat planning now?

Yamamoto frowned slightly.

Just then, Kaelith seemed to notice him and looked over. Spotting Yamamoto, he grinned and waved from afar:

“Teacher! Over here! Over here!”

At his shout, everyone turned to look.

When they saw Yamamoto, Squad Eleven’s members grew visibly tense.

“?”

Yamamoto’s blood pressure ticked upward.

Everywhere else he went, squad members were always thrilled to see him. But not in Squad Eleven. Here, the idiots not only weren’t happy—they looked like they were preparing for battle.

You trying to get me thrown in jail along with your captain, huh?

Feeling like he’d just been punched by a ghost again, Yamamoto walked over.

Kaelith stood and, grinning, helped him sit on the beast-skin throne.

Yamamoto eyed the throne’s bizarre design, feeling very conflicted.

Once he was seated, Kaelith pulled the girl over.

“Come, Hisana. This is my teacher, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.”

“He’s not just my teacher. Since I have no family in this world, he’s basically like my dad. You can just call him grandpa.”

Faced with the imposing old man, Hisana seemed too nervous to speak.

She bowed deeply.

“G-Grandpa.”

“......”

Hearing that, Yamamoto froze.

It took several seconds before he nodded reflexively with a grunt.

His feelings were complicated. He didn’t even know how to respond.

From the side came Kaelith’s loud laughter:

“Chōjirō, look at that expression—so dumb!”

“?”

Yamamoto glared at him.

That afternoon, the Seireitei Weekly published a special edition—

*The Yurei Family Takes in an Adopted Daughter! At the Recognition Ceremony, the Captain-Commander Publicly Beats the Yurei Patriarch!*

*Discord Between Teacher and Disciple! Soldiers at Odds! Humanity Twisted! Morality Lost! Where Is the Gotei 13 Headed?*

*All the hidden details—only in Seireitei Weekly!*

……

With the farce over, Kaelith took Rukia to the Shin’ō Academy.

In recent decades, he’d been visiting the Academy more frequently.

At first, he mainly taught calligraphy. Other subjects he only covered occasionally. But following the principle of using every resource efficiently, Yamamoto had forced him to establish an advanced Hakuda class.

The best students from each year could apply, with teacher recommendations.

Kaelith taught them eight classes per month. The results spoke for themselves—graduates from his class far outperformed their peers in battle.

The only downside was that these students had a strange tendency to dramatically shred their clothes during combat. It was manageable with male students. The female students, however, could be... alarming.

Over time, graduates from Kaelith’s advanced course gained a nickname: "The Shredded Clothes Class".

Far from being offended, they embraced the title. The only person who disapproved was Kaelith. Unfortunately, his lone protests carried no weight.

Whenever he thought about it, Kaelith couldn’t help but feel like he’d just been struck by a car.

“Yo, Kinoshita-sensei. Busy?”

Entering the Academy, Kaelith greeted an old acquaintance.

“Mm. Heading to class now.”

Kinoshita nodded casually.

At first, he’d been excited to have the Captain-Commander’s disciple and Squad Eleven’s captain as a colleague. But he quickly realized Kaelith hadn’t changed at all from his days as a student.

The only difference was his increased strength.

This so-called captain even stole his fried meatballs at lunch, claiming that workplace seniors should look after juniors... Who’s looking after who here?!

Suddenly, Kinoshita noticed the girl beside Kaelith.

“And this is?”

“My adopted daughter’s sister.”

“Ah?”

Still puzzled, Kinoshita watched Kaelith lead Rukia to the faculty office.

The new students had registered but hadn’t started classes yet. Adding Rukia at this stage wouldn’t cause any disruption.

Seeing Kaelith arrive with a “daughter,” the other teachers gathered with interest. Under their guidance, Rukia awkwardly wrote her name on the registration form.

Yurei Rukia.

Standing behind her, Kaelith saw the name and felt oddly amused.

"Once there was Achilles facing Hector. Now we have the Elegant Swordswoman, Yurei Rukia."

"I am a fine saga. Truly fine."

A few days later, the new students officially started.

Rukia stood among the crowd, visibly excited.

Back when she’d been a street kid in the Rukongai, her greatest wish had been to enter the Academy and change her lot in life.

Now that dream had come true.

Though the path had been a little unconventional—becoming a noble before becoming a Soul Reaper—that only made her more determined to grow stronger and meet Kaelith’s expectations.

Before long, she spotted Kaelith.

He stood among the faculty, lazily yawning.

Sensing her gaze, he turned and gave her a bright smile.

Rukia smiled back.

Just then, someone beside her spoke:

“Oh, that’s Captain Kaelith... he teaches here too?”

Rukia turned and saw a short-haired girl in the new student uniform, looking surprised.

“You know Captain Kaelith?”

The girl blinked, then quickly waved her hands.

“No, no! I’ve just seen him on an ad... for LSP4.”

Ah, that explains it.

Rukia nodded in understanding.

Since arriving in Seireitei, she’d learned what LSP4 was.

She had to admit—Kaelith was a mysterious man.

Despite his incredible power and being a squad captain, he still took the time to work on things like that...

The girl smiled. “I’m Hinamori. Hinamori Momo, from Junrin’an. Pleased to meet you!”

Rukia nodded.

“I’m Rukia. From Inuzuri. Pleased to meet you.”

“Inuzuri?”

“Yeah. South Rukongai, District 78.”

“Seventy-eight...”

Momo’s eyes widened slightly.

She came from Junrin’an, West District 1—one of the safest and wealthiest districts.

District 78 was practically the outermost edge, among the most dangerous areas.

The difference between them couldn’t have been greater.

The thought that the girl before her had come from such a place felt surreal. She took Rukia’s hand, curious about what District 78 was like.

In the faculty lineup, Kaelith noticed that Rukia, fresh into the Academy, had already made a friend.

As expected from a former street thug—peak extrovert material.

By comparison, Kaelith himself was a pitiful introvert.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow.

The girl talking to Rukia looked a little familiar.

Kinoshita leaned over and lowered his voice.

“What’s wrong, Kaelith? Something up?”

“Nothing. Just looking around...”

Kinoshita gave him a puzzled look and followed his gaze.

Then his expression changed.

He grabbed Kaelith by the collar.

“Kaelith, I’m warning you—don’t lay a hand on the students!”

“?”

Kaelith bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Kinoshita glared. “Don’t think I don’t know! You’ve got a thing for girls this age. Every time you teach, there’s always some girl that size following you around!”

He even gestured at their height.

Kaelith fell silent.

For Kinoshita’s own safety, he advised, “Sensei, you really shouldn’t say things like that. It’s dangerous.”

“What! Are you threatening me?!”

“Not me. A much scarier existence.”

Thinking of Soifon’s cold, judging stare, Kaelith shivered.

At that moment, he spotted another familiar face in the crowd.

This one was unmistakable.

Blonde hair, the left side covering one eye, gloomy expression.

In all of Soul Society, only Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi and this person could pull off that look.

Izuru Kira.

Anyway, seeing Kira, Kaelith naturally deduced the girl’s identity.

*The strongest tank in Seireitei. The only dedicated meat shield. Hinamori Momo.*

Looking at the girl, Kaelith’s eyes lit up.

Not because he had any designs on her. But because seeing Hinamori reminded him—it was time to head to Rukongai and recruit a certain ice-type prodigy.

For years, he’d been waiting for this.

The strongest fire-type Zanpakutō, Ryūjin Jakka, was perfect for cooking.

Surely the strongest ice-type Zanpakutō, Hyorinmaru, would have complementary culinary powers.

In Cooking Master Boy, there was even a blade that could restore flavor to overcooked ingredients.

Surely Hyorinmaru could do something similar!

Looking at Hinamori, Kaelith smiled slyly.

Kinoshita stood beside him, expression grave.

Kaelith, have you no shame?!

Fortunately, he only taught the advanced class, not the regular students.

Surely the students Kaelith had his eye on wouldn’t coincidentally end up in the advanced class too, right?

There’s no way it could be that convenient... right?

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