Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 220
Chapter 220
At the Fifth Division barracks, Hirako Shinji burst out laughing.
“Ahahahahaha!”
“Hohohohoho!”
Aizen Sōsuke, passing by with an armful of documents, paused to eye his captain. “Captain, would you like some medicine to calm down?”
Shinji whipped around.
“Sōsuke! Did you hear?”
“That guy, Kaelith, got chucked into the Eleventh Division to be their captain!”
He was still laughing so hard that he had to catch his breath.
“That guy’s had captain-level strength for ages, but refused to take the position, just lazing around in his squad… infuriating beyond belief!”
“Finally, justice is served. This is his punishment!”
“Hah, serves him right!”
He cackled again, unable to stop.
Aizen glanced at him, then strode into the room and dropped the stack of documents on Shinji’s desk with a thud.
“Eh?” Shinji blinked.
Aizen spoke in a cool tone:
“Captain, these files need your personal review. Please have them done before lunch. I’ll be by then to collect them.”
With that, he turned to leave.
Shinji’s grin vanished. “Wait—hang on, Sōsuke! Aren’t these the ones you usually handle?”
“My apologies, Captain Hirako, but I’m extremely busy. Because of your, shall we say, ‘lack of involvement,’ I already have more than enough to do as your lieutenant. If you’re eager to help me for once, I won’t complain.”
Shinji’s face twisted, and he promptly withdrew his hand from the documents.
He’d been a captain for so long, always unloading work, never taking it back.
Watching Aizen depart, Shinji clicked his tongue. Darn it. His own lieutenant was always bending over backward for Kaelith.
Hmph! If Aizen wanted to defend that guy, all the more reason for him to go see the fun for himself!
Taking advantage of the moment while his subordinates weren’t looking, Shinji slipped out of the Fifth Division and sped off in the direction of the Eleventh.
He hadn’t gone far when he caught sight of a familiar figure: a conical hat, a flower-print haori, and hairpins.
It was Kyōraku Shunsui.
Just like Shinji, he was heading for the Eleventh.
“Yo, Captain Kyōraku!”
Shinji dropped down beside him, raising a hand in greeting.
“My, my, it’s been a while, Captain Hirako. And you’re here because…?”
Kyōraku sized him up, surprised to see him here.
Shinji grinned. “Bet our destination’s the same.”
Kyōraku gave a little cough.
“That slothful junior brother of mine got assigned to the toughest Division to manage. I suspect he’s struggling already. As his senior, I can’t just stand by and do nothing, right?
I’m on my way to see if there’s anything I can help with.”
Shinji gave a dry chuckle.
If Kyōraku wasn’t lugging around several jugs of sake, Shinji might’ve taken him seriously.
Birds of a feather—they might pretend different reasons, but clearly they both came to watch Kaelith squirm.
Along the way, they ran into Ukitake Jūshirō, who truly was concerned about Kaelith. Worried Kaelith might not navigate the Eleventh’s complexities on his first day as captain, Ukitake hurried over to give genuine help.
The three of them arrived at the Eleventh Division barracks together.
From a distance, they heard shouts echoing inside.
Ukitake’s heart tightened.
Meanwhile, Shinji and Kyōraku both perked up, breaking into sly grins.
They moved even faster than Ukitake, using Shunpo to land atop the Eleventh’s outer wall, peering inside.
What they saw made them freeze in unison.
The Eleventh Division compound was filled with… perfect order and harmony. Shinigami on patrol moved intently along their routes, while those in training swung their wooden swords, drenched in sweat.
The earlier “battle cries” they’d heard were simply the energetic shouts of training drills.
Shinji’s eyes went wide in disbelief.
He’d heard rumors about the Eleventh’s sloppy state. Even when Captain Nagaki was in charge, the Eleventh was a mess—low turnout, poor training, chaotic missions. They once sent out thirty men, and only twelve returned; the rest didn’t die but got lost, trickling back over the next few days.
By Shinji’s reckoning, Kaelith—no matter how strong—would need at least a month to whip them into shape.
So what in the world was going on here?
Just then, a small squad came marching toward the main gate.
Leading them was a tall, muscular man with a mohawk, Zanpakutō tucked at his waist. As they walked, he roared:
“Listen up, you bastards! We’re heading out on this mission, and Kaelith-sama’s watching our backs!”
“Anybody who humiliates us—I’ll chop you to bits and feed you to the Hollows!”
Far from being annoyed, the Shinigami in the team seemed thrilled.
“Are you kidding me, Nekota Sixth Seat? Who’d screw up now?”
“Yeah! This is Kaelith we’re talking about—he’s the one who dares brawl the Captain-Commander head-on!”
“I’m gonna kill more Hollows than anyone and earn Kaelith-sama’s reward!”
“Idiot! I’ll be the top Hollow-killer! Kaelith-nii-san’s reward is all mine!”
A fight was about to break out among the rowdy men, but just then, Nekota barked:
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“Morons! What are you doing?!
Kaelith-aniki said attacking your own comrades makes you the lowest kind of scum! You wanna disappoint him?!”
That shut everyone up instantly.
In a flash, these hulking warriors were slapping each other on the arm, giving thumbs-up, and cheering one another on.
Nekota nodded in approval.
“Is the team organizer here yet?”
A Shinigami raised his hand. “Sixth Seat Nekota! I’m here!”
“Your job is to keep an eye out so no one gets separated. If anybody gets lost on the way, use Kidō to track em down.
We’re bringing back exactly as many people as we send out, got it?!”
“Sir, yes sir!”
With the group organized, they left the Eleventh Division barracks, jogging off toward Rukongai.
Shinji just stood there dumbfounded.
This… this can’t be right.
He glanced over at Kyōraku, who wore an equally stunned expression.
After a brief silence, Kyōraku flashed forward, grabbing one of the stragglers for questioning.
Thanks to his rank as Captain of the Eighth, the man soon let down his guard.
Making small talk for a bit, Kyōraku casually asked, “By the way… Kaelith doesn’t hold the title of ‘Kenpachi,’ does he? But I was under the impression that the Eleventh only recognizes a Kenpachi…”
At that, the Shinigami snorted with laughter.
“Kenpachi?
As if Kaelith-aniki needs some fancy title to prove his worth! We’re talking about the guy who goes shirtless against the Captain-Commander!”
“‘Kenpachi’s is the one that needs Kaelith-aniki’s stamp of approval if you ask me!”
Kyōraku Shunsui: “… … What?”
