Help! I am bound to Aizen!
Chapter 346

Chapter 346

2-in-1 chapter:

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Boom!!!

In the Dangai, two figures clashed with explosive force.

A massive ring of white spiritual pressure burst out from where the two collided, stirring the space around them into chaos.

Both of them opened with the same technique—“Sweeping Slash.”

This move was invented by Yamamoto himself, a type of battōjutsu.

Anyone below captain level wouldn’t even have time to react—they’d be cut clean in half instantly.

As Yamamoto’s personal disciple, of course, Kaelith had learned this move early on.

And when he used it, it felt incredibly natural to him!

Seeing them both use the same technique, the Kido Corps members felt reassured.

Though Captain Kaelith was powerful and fierce, he was still the Head Captain’s disciple.

If both used the same technique, then surely the teacher had the upper hand.

But the next moment, to the shock of everyone watching, it was Yamamoto who took several steps back.

Inside the Dangai, Yamamoto opened his eyes wide, surprised as he looked at Kaelith.

This brat... why did he suddenly become this strong?

He frowned. “Your power’s increased again?”

Kaelith raised a hand and pointed at the mask on his face.

In a voice like some electronically synthesized distortion, he replied:

“Didn’t I say this last time, teacher? This is the mark of breaking through the boundary between Shinigami and Hollow.”

“With the mask on, my strength is tenfold—maybe even a hundred times what it normally is!”

Yamamoto clicked his tongue in irritation.

Say you’re overpowered, and now you’re out of breath about it too?

Noticing Kaelith’s dual blades, the old man gave a cold snort.

“You’ve released your Zanpakutō. But this old man hasn’t yet!”

He raised his Zanpakutō and gave it a fierce swing:

“Reduce All Creation to Ash!”

“Ryūjin Jakka!!”

Blazing white flames surged forth in violent torrents as he recited the release phrase.

The flames—like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast—lunged at Kaelith to devour him whole.

But just as they were half a meter from Kaelith, the fire suddenly hit some invisible barrier and was torn in two, flowing past him on either side.

Amidst the roaring inferno, Kaelith stood tall and unmoved like a pillar in the storm.

Yamamoto’s brow furrowed.

He could sense something unusual radiating from his foolish disciple.

He looked closer—and his blood pressure shot up.

On Kaelith’s body, blue luminescence flickered.

The glowing patterns resembled branching circuits, blinking on and off.

From these patterns emanated an invisible shield that blocked Ryūjin Jakka’s flames.

Yamamoto knew this technique far too well.

Quincy signature ability: Blut Vene (Blood Veil).

How could this brat be using it?!

For a moment, Yamamoto felt as if he’d plunged into an icy abyss.

Could it be... that the disciple he had such high hopes for had joined the Quincy?

But then, he quickly rejected the thought.

Impossible—absolutely not.

He trusted this fool of a student. He would never stoop to becoming a Quincy’s dog for power.

When Kaelith took in Hisana, he had her call him Grandpa.

To be honest, Yamamoto had long seen this boy as his own child.

And if a father doesn’t even understand his own child, then what kind of father is he?

“Hraaah!!”

Yamamoto stomp the ground and shot forward, bringing his blade down in a heavy strike.

Boom!!!!!

Kaelith raised both blades to meet the blow.

Yamamoto’s muscles bulged as he forced Kaelith back with overwhelming pressure.

At the same time, he gritted his teeth and growled:

“Brat! Where did you get Blut Vene?!”

“Heh heh, you noticed?”

Grinning proudly at being questioned on the key detail, Kaelith replied smugly:

“This is a special technique I developed with my brilliant intellect!”

“Using shadow energy from outside this world, I simulated and converted it into Quincy-style reiryoku, then... uh... I forgot the rest.”

“Anyway, it’s a high-level technique I researched myself!”

Yamamoto couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

You invented it yourself and still can’t remember how it works?

Though Kaelith’s explanation made little sense, Yamamoto generally understood.

It was likely that Vice-Captain Aizen was the one who helped him develop this new ability.

With the mystery resolved, Yamamoto felt invigorated.

The warmup was over—it was time for a serious fight!

Their usual sparring matches were always limited by his role as a teacher and by administrative duties. He never got to go all out.

But not this time.

This brat was acting as a traitor against the Soul Society—he had to set things right!

With that thought, Yamamoto grinned.

“Brat, don’t you die on me!”

As he spoke, his spiritual pressure began to soar.

Within the Dangai, flames erupted and danced wildly.

With a furious roar, Yamamoto became a blazing war chariot, thundering straight at Kaelith with unstoppable force!

Facing the serious Yamamoto, Kaelith grew just as excited.

He tossed away his swords and charged with his fists—one punch after another!

Triple-layered Ikkotsu!!!

Rapid-fire combo!!!

Boom boom boom boom boom!!!!

Yamamoto, dragging a blazing arc of fire behind his blade, and Kaelith, pounding out blow after blow, clashed in a violent, unprecedented showdown!

Even the surrounding space trembled violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.

And then—a light shone from the distance.

It was a rampaging rock train charging full speed ahead.

The light came from its “headlamp.”

Seeing this, the Kido Corps gasped.

In the World of the Living, Isshin Shiba sucked in a cold breath:

“Crap—it’s the Kōtotsu!”

Masaki Kurosaki asked, confused, “Kōtotsu? What’s that?”

Ryūken Ishida adjusted his glasses:

“The Kōtotsu is a massive sweeper entity that appears in the Dangai once every seven days.”

“Everything it touches is annihilated. Even captain-level Shinigami stand no chance against it.”

“There was once a powerful Quincy who tried to stop it with a barrage of Heilig Pfeil. He didn’t even leave a scratch.”

Hearing that, Masaki was stunned.

“If that’s the case, then aren’t those two Shinigami in huge danger?”

Isshin furrowed his brow.

Yeah... even Big Bro Kaelith might—

Just as the thought crossed his mind, his eyes widened.

Before everyone’s shocked gaze, the Kōtotsu entered the spiritual pressure field of Kaelith and Yamamoto’s battle, and then began to be warped strangely.

The next instant, it exploded and disintegrated into fragments!

Oblivious, Kaelith and Yamamoto kept fighting as fiercely as ever.

The Kido Corps gaped, completely stunned.

Otoribashi Rōjūrō raised a trembling hand to wipe his sweat.

That was the Kōtotsu... a monstrosity feared even by captains. It didn’t even touch them before it was shredded by residual force alone...

He suddenly felt grateful.

Luckily, those two were fighting in the deep Dangai.

Though it looked like they were nearby through the vortex in the sky, that was just spatial distortion. In truth, their battle was far from the Seireitei.

If not, the Soul Society—and the human world—might’ve already been turned into rubble.

...

At the same time as this raging battle in the Dangai, the Seireitei had fallen into chaos.

Hirako Shinji was napping when he was jolted awake by the commotion outside.

He sat up groggily, wondering what was going on, when a Shinigami burst into his quarters.

“Captain! Captain! Something’s wrong!”

“Captain Kaelith has rebelled! He’s fighting the Head Captain!”

“?”

Shinji tilted his head.

Nope. Must’ve gotten up too fast—seeing hallucinations.

After a moment of silent confusion, he lay back down.

The squad member rushed over and shook him hard.

“Captain! Don’t sleep! What should we do?!”

After getting shaken enough, Shinji finally realized it was real.

He jumped out of bed, face pale, and flew to the sky above the Seireitei.

Below, chaos had engulfed the city.

Shinigami teams ran through every street and alley.

Powerful spiritual pressures flared across the Seireitei.

They looked like flares—beacons guiding their subordinates and warning off potential enemies.

Most conspicuous among them were the seated officers of the 11th Division—and its former members.

Zaraki Kenpachi, Gin Ichimaru, Kaname Tōsen, Rangiku Matsumoto, Ikkaku Madarame, Yumichika Ayasegawa, Sajin Komamura...

Sensing all this, Shinji’s eye twitched.

Too strong!

He saw these guys all the time—they’d never shown this kind of power before!

What the hell is this?! You were all hiding your strength?!

Damn it, Kaelith’s group—you bastards!

The 11th Division had already spread out, seizing control of key points in the Seireitei.

Shinji’s face turned grim.

A full-on coup, huh?

Fortunately, not all squads were traitors.

Divisions 2, 4, 6, and 12 had mobilized and were heading to intercept.

There was hope. The Soul Society still had loyal warriors.

He wiped his bald head, ready to command his troops to action.

But then—his spiritual awareness caught something strange.

Divisions 2, 4, and 6 met the 11th Division squads.

After a brief pause... they all just passed each other.

No fighting. Not even posturing. Just... friendly greetings?!

You’ve got to be kidding me!!

Shinji trembled with fury.

They’re all traitors! Filthy turncoats!!

How can we protect the Seireitei like this?!

He stormed back to the 5th Division and urgently gathered his troops.

In minutes, hundreds of squad members had assembled.

Standing on the platform, Shinji shouted:

“Everyone, listen to my orders! Squads One and Two, head to the Great Spirit Book Corridor! Squads Three and Four, secure—”

But just as he was issuing commands, a holographic projection appeared beside him.

Startled, Shinji turned—and saw Aizen.

In the projection, Aizen calmly typed at a keyboard.

Seeing this image, Shinji’s jaw dropped.

“Aizen! You—”

Before he could finish, the projection raised a hand to cut him off.

“Sorry, Captain Hirako. Save the nonsense for later.”

He turned to the troops.

“All units—immediately head to civilian zones. If an earthquake, Hollow invasion, or any other emergency occurs, prioritize civilian safety.”

Shinji stared in disbelief.

This bastard... issuing orders in my presence?

I’m still the captain!

He looked at his squad—only to see everyone already following Aizen’s commands.

Shinji: “…”

This captain gig is impossible.

While he stood there cursing under his breath, Aizen turned back to him.

“Captain Hirako, don’t just stand around.”

“Go patrol the Rukon District. If you encounter any danger, flare your spiritual pressure.”

“I’ve installed a monitor on you. If your pressure suddenly spikes, I’ll know.”

“The safety of the Rukon District depends on you.”

With that, Aizen rubbed his temples and ended the call.

Staring at the empty air, Shinji was stunned.

*I’m bugged?!*

And I never even noticed?!

*Aizen Sōsuke—you’re a damn bastard!!!*

Grinding his teeth, he raged inwardly.

But a few seconds later, he took off toward the Rukon District.

Meanwhile, Divisions 3, 7, and 9 had tried to resist the 11th Division’s control.

But when faced with the seated officers of the 11th Division, those three captains were defeated in under five minutes and promptly captured.

Their subordinates surrendered instantly.

Elsewhere, Shinigami deployed to the Central 46 Chambers, the Great Spirit Book Corridor, the Underground Prison, and the Shin'ō Academy had also secured those locations.

In less than an hour, while Yamamoto and Kaelith were still fighting...

The entire Seireitei was under the control of Kaelith’s faction.

At the Shin’ō Academy, all students were gathered in the training hall.

Surrounded by Shinigami, they looked around in confusion, unsure what was happening.

In Hueco Mundo, Aizen typed furiously in his lab.

The Kyōgoku had expanded too far. Even with Ryūdōji Ganryū desperately working to divert it, its movement was slow.

Its influence was destabilizing the boundary between the Human World and Soul Society.

Cracks were forming around Karakura Town and the Seireitei.

A chilling howl echoed from one such rift.

A towering Hollow—over 30 meters tall—poked its head through.

Grinning wide as it looked at the city.

So many delicious souls… just waiting.

But then—it froze.

A suffocating pressure slammed into it from the skies.

It looked up, confused.

And saw a cold-faced young man quietly floating in the sky.

Black wings spread behind him—like a demon descending from heaven.

The unrelenting pressure screamed at the Hollow: This city… already has a master!

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