Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Blue flames erupted from Kaelith’s blade as it came crashing down.

“Kaelith! Wait!”

A frantic shout rang out from somewhere in the distance.

Kaelith acted as though he couldn’t hear it; the speed of his descending sword did not slow in the slightest. But just as it was about to strike Tokinada, a black shadow in the shape of a blade emerged from the ground on the side.

Clang!

Rixiang Jimie slammed against that shadowy weapon, sparks exploding in the darkness.

Kaelith showed no surprise—his expression didn’t even change. While one of his blades was parried, he gripped his other weapon with a sharp snap and swung downward—

“Bujing Dule!”

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The shouted technique unleashed a raging whirlwind that surged toward Kaelith’s striking blade. His descending sword diverted midair, trailing its rattling chain into the gust of wind.

Meanwhile, blue fire exploded from the blade that had been blocked by the shadow. Though the sword itself was stopped, the blue flames rushed forward unobstructed, engulfing Tokinada and setting him ablaze.

“Ahhhh!”

Tokinada’s agonized scream echoed through the night as he rolled frantically on the ground, a roiling ball of flames. Kaelith vanished in a burst of Shunpō, leaving that spot just as another figure appeared in his place—a man wearing a flower-patterned haori and a wide-brimmed straw hat.

Kyōraku Shunsui wasted no time. His spiritual pressure flared brilliantly, pressing down on Tokinada with the weight of a mountain. The air trembled; the very light seemed to warp. Under that crushing force, the flames wreathing Tokinada’s body were forcibly snuffed out, but his form was already scorched and broken. Seeing a former classmate in such a state filled Kyōraku with complicated emotions.

Above, Kaelith hovered on a platform of reishi, looking down.

“Old man, are you going to defend him?”

Kyōraku managed a wry smile. Indeed, this kid—his junior brother just an instant ago—was back to calling him “old man.” He adjusted his hat.

“Kaelith, he’s still a member of the Five Great Noble Houses. If he’s killed in public, it’s going to cause massive trouble. Besides, he once trained under Old Man Yamamoto, just like we did. You kill him now, you’ll find that hard to justify.”

Kaelith’s expression grew puzzled.

“He did? Trained under Sensei?”

“Yes. Not officially as a disciple, but still a student.” Kyōraku nodded quickly, hoping Kaelith might relent.

Kaelith gave a slow nod.

“Oh, I see. That changes things.”

Kyōraku was just beginning to relax when Kaelith raised both blades again.

“That means I absolutely have to do this—he’s tarnishing our teacher’s name. Time to set things right!”

He lunged forward, only to be blocked by a second figure with long white hair in a single ponytail, wearing a Captain’s haori—Ukitake Jūshirō.

Kaelith cocked an eyebrow.

“Ukitake, you’re going to stop me too?”

Ukitake spread his arms to bar Kaelith’s way, looking uneasy and more than a little guilty.

“I’m sorry, Kaelith. I can’t just stand by and watch you kill him. But I promise, he will be brought to justice.”

Kaelith stared at the two men in silence.

“Brought to justice…what justice would that be? The rules of the Soul Society revolve around noble privilege. He’s from the Five Great Houses—elite among elites. Do you really think the Central 46 will punish him? Imprisonment for a thousand years, suspended for another thousand?”

A mocking smile tugged at Kaelith’s lips. Hearing this, Ukitake’s expression darkened. Kaelith wasn’t wrong; for someone from a house as powerful as Tokinada’s, any real punishment was doubtful.

Kyōraku stepped closer and laid a hand on Ukitake’s shoulder, then turned to Kaelith.

“I’ll make sure he’s punished, Kaelith. I swear it on the honor of the Kyōraku family.”

Kaelith said nothing, simply looking at them. During this tense exchange, more figures arrived—Captains and Lieutenants who’d been nearby, drawn by the commotion. They stared, baffled, at the standoff.

Without a word, Kaelith spun on his heel and strode toward the opposite bank of the river, each step forming a platform of reishi beneath his feet. Each step seemed to weigh on everyone’s hearts. When he reached the far side, he stopped in front of Tōsen Kaname.

Though Tōsen’s eyes were useless, he sensed the man who’d just battled Tokinada come to stand before him. He opened his mouth to speak—

Whoosh!

Kaelith yanked off his Captain’s haori. Then, he stretched out his hand toward the riverbank. Tufts of wild grass were pulled up by an unseen force, yanked from the soil to float in midair. Shredded by reiatsu, twisted dry, and bound together, they formed a makeshift brush that flew into Kaelith’s hand.

He infused it with his own energy, pressing its tip to the inside of the white haori. Tracks of inky spiritual power swept across the cloth, bold strokes forming strong, resolute characters.

When he finished, Kaelith flicked the haori in Tōsen’s direction. The fabric seemed to suddenly gain weight and smacked against Tōsen’s chest.

Tōsen gingerly held the garment, unfolding it. Though he couldn’t see ink, he could perceive the reiatsu etched upon the cloth—eight distinct characters:

“Repay kindness with kindness;

But if you also repay malice with kindness, how will you repay kindness itself?"

Tōsen’s hands trembled around the haori. His entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

Standing beside him, Kaelith asked in a low voice,

“Tōsen Kaname. If you gain the power to do so…will you take revenge?”

“Even though you’re blind, you’ve seen everything you need to see. Now tell me—what’s your answer?”

Tōsen’s unseeing eyes widened, locked on the white haori he held. Until now, he’d been willing to suppress his own hatred for the sake of Kakko’s ideals, believing revenge went against everything she stood for. But this was no longer just about Kakko’s murder. Tokinada’s vile nature was like nothing he had ever encountered. For such a person to live above all others in a world that permitted his atrocities…that was something Tōsen could not accept.

He lifted his head toward Kaelith.

“Revenge… I choose revenge!”

A thin grin tugged at Kaelith’s lips.

“Good.”

In the shadows beneath the trees, dressed in a black cloak, Aizen quietly observed. For reasons he couldn’t quite name, he felt a strange surge of exhilaration at that moment.

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For does wondering about the meaning of the poem it is quit simple.

1) if you respond to everything with kindness, what distinction remains for genuine goodwill? if you use the same kindness to repay both good and evil, you blur the difference between those who help you and those who harm you. Basically "What special gratitude is left for people who genuinely deserve your goodwill?”

2) And the more direct answer is don't be a pussy...

That was your daily Poetry Analysis with IDKjust. See you all next time!