"It seems that in your heart, Shutara, the principal really has to die!"
Aiyan was not surprised to see Shutara Senjumaru co back.
Not every Shinigami can be as magnanimous as Kirio Hikifune — one who could even be said to repay evil with kindness.
In particular, Shutara Senjumaru was preparing to go to the Royal Guard (Zero Division), which is still nominally higher than the Gotei 13 and Central 46.
The boss who wanted to kill her yesterday has beco her subordinate today.
What will be done?
It goes without saying.
"It doesn't matter what I think in my heart. What matters is what you think, Captain Aiyan."
"The opponent is the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years. Even if I beco Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni's superior in na, I still have no confidence that I can kill him."
"Whether it's the Blade God or the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13, the only one who can kill the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years is the strongest genius in a thousand years."
Shutara Senjumaru stared straight at Aiyan.
Apparently, she knew nothing about the full power of the Royal Guard; otherwise, she wouldn't have said that even if she beca a mber of Squad Zero, she still wouldn't have the confidence to defeat Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni.
After all, as a Shinigami, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni is indeed at the limit of Shinigami abilities — but Ryūjin Jakka in his hands is not.
After thousands of years of mastery, this Zanpakutō — the oldest and most powerful of the Fire-type — has never stopped evolving. Once the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years uses Bankai, it's unimaginable how terrifying it would be.
"Whether it is to create sothing supernatural or to eradicate evil, it does not depend on , but on how the principal chooses."
Aiyan looked down at Seireitei, his gaze pausing briefly at a certain place before moving away.
"Is that so?"
"I'll wait and see."
Shutara Senjumaru noticed Aiyan's gaze lingering for a mont on the reconstructed Central 46.
She thought for a mont, then seed to understand sothing, and a smile flashed across her beautiful eyes.
She seed to have gotten the answer she wanted, and left happily without continuing to question Aiyan.
Different from leaving in anger before, this ti she left quite cheerfully.
"I'm really leaving this ti."
Just when Matsumoto Rangiku behind him was hesitant to speak, Aiyan suddenly spoke.
"Captain Aiyan, but the Captain-Commander and Central 46 — this combination is equivalent to facing the entire Soul Society."
"The two of them have been promoted to the Zero Division. If anything happens, they can leave at any ti, but what about you?"
Matsumoto Rangiku was no longer the ordinary soul who had been chased by a bull-horned nos Grande in the 80th District half a year ago, with nowhere to run.
After attending the Shin'ō Academy for half a year, she had not only improved her Shinigami powers but also her vision and knowledge.
"Shinigami have to rely on themselves."
"I have never believed in them, let alone counted on them. The reason I chose to reach this step is all based on the will of one person."
"Rather than what they think, I want to know what you think, Rangiku."
Aiyan's back was to Matsumoto Rangiku, but the changes in her eyes and expressions were clearly visible.
"As you know, I'm going to face the entire Soul Society."
"Now… Do you still want to insist on being my right arm?"
He turned his head slightly and glanced at Matsumoto Rangiku behind him.
"Captain Aiyan."
"You choose to face the Soul Society — that is your personal will. I choose to be your right arm — that is my personal will."
"This is my will, and it will not change because of your choice."
Matsumoto Rangiku took a few steps forward, put her hands on both sides of Aiyan's waist, hugged him from behind, and rested her head on his back.
Her voice was not loud, but it revealed boldness and determination.
"My right arm didn't choose to go against , and I'm happy."
"But… you don't need to answer in such a hurry. For a Shinigami, ti is not too scarce."
Aiyan turned around and hugged Matsumoto Rangiku.
"Go to the Fifth Division's office."
"I've asked Shutara Senjumaru to tailor your Death God's Domination Outfit."
"In your desk, there are two books from the Great Spirit Book Gallery, which record the life of the Captain-Commander as well as every judgnt made by Central 46 since its establishnt. After you read them, tell about it — it's not too late to make a decision."
He just let go of his hand, but Matsumoto Rangiku hugged him tighter.
"It's not necessary."
"My will will not be shaken by external factors."
"From the mont you rescued from the nos Grande and took into the Shinō Academy, I decided to spend the rest of my life following you."
Matsumoto Rangiku shook her head.
"The soul of a Shinigami, in addition to holding heart, will, and emotions, has one more thing — rationality."
"You are not my tool, nor my Hōgyoku, but my Rangiku. I hope to have everything about you, okay?"
Aiyan raised his hand and stroked Matsumoto Rangiku's golden hair.
When Matsumoto Rangiku heard this, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her heart felt sweet. She held Aiyan's arm harder and harder.
"Go ahead."
Aiyan gently patted Matsumoto Rangiku's shoulder.
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Matsumoto Rangiku t Aiyan's gaze, nodded slightly, then reluctantly let go of Aiyan's hand, and then used Shunpo to leave.
Kirio Hikifune, Shutara Senjumaru, and Matsumoto Rangiku — after the three had left one after another, Aiyan did not leave the Sōkyoku Hill execution grounds, but slowly sat down.
It seed he was admiring the scenery of Seireitei in front of him.
Shunpo.
A Wheat-Colored figure appeared silently behind Aiyan and slowly stretched her hands toward his head.
"Do you want to eat Hadō this ti, or do you want to eat Hakuda? Or both?"
"Yoruichi."
Just when both hands were about to touch Aiyan's earlobes, a hand suddenly pressed on the shoulder of the person behind, and then leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"In front of you, I feel like this Flash Goddess is fake."
Shihōin Yoruichi's delicate body tensed up at first, then imdiately relaxed, turning her head to look at Aiyan, who had appeared behind her at so point.
At the sa ti, Aiyan, who had been sitting on the edge of the cliff just now, gradually disappeared like a mirage.
"By the way, that golden cat that follows you everywhere — no, it's your right arm, isn't it?"
Shihōin Yoruichi glanced around. Generally speaking, when a captain went out, the Lieutenant was always close by. At this mont, not seeing Matsumoto Rangiku following Aiyan, she couldn't help but tease him.
"Don't think too much, she's just my Lieutenant."
Faced with Shihōin Yoruichi's teasing, Aiyan spoke and laughed freely.
"Then what about ?"
Shihōin Yoruichi was certainly not jealous of Matsumoto Rangiku.
The princess of the Shihōin family, who has lived for more than a hundred years and is still the clan leader, certainly couldn't act like an ordinary human and be jealous.
Not to ntion that her personality is cheerful and easy-going, just like a cat, and she likes to tease people occasionally.
As the commander of the Stealth Force, Shihōin Yoruichi had already investigated everything about Matsumoto Rangiku.
Naturally, she knew Rangiku had been rescued by Aiyan and brought to the Shinō Academy, changing her life's destiny out of gratitude and admiration, choosing to follow him loyally.
What she had said just now was mostly teasing.
Of course, the investigation was done out of caution. After all, she wouldn't feel at ease if a Lieutenant she didn't understand was placed next to Aiyan.
It wasn't that she was worried about romance between them — she was worried Aiyan would be stabbed in the back by his own Lieutenant for being too honest.
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