Chapter 310
2-in-1 chapter:
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*To My Young Friend, Kaelith:*
Though our recent spar was truly enjoyable, I’m quite all right; no need for concern. If you ever feel like another round, inform the Shiba family and co in the Celestial Pillar Palanquin. I’m ready anyti for a second match.
You aim high—remain steadfast and don’t keep changing direction, lest your mind be thrown into chaos. Though I can’t openly lend aid as one of the earlier pathfinders on the Shinigami’s road, rest assured I’ll support you silently in spirit. Should you encounter anything you don’t understand in your training, you’re welco to consult at any ti.
By the way, is there an issue with the Silver Fire Wyvern’s difficulty? It’s just a minor flying-dragon type, yet the challenge is on par with an elder dragon. I’m not actually angry about it, just a friendly reminder to the designer—be cautious when venturing out!
—Ōetsu Nimaiya
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Kaelith, reading the letter in his hand, squinted in puzzlent.
“I’ll wager the Monk brought his longsword to fight the Silver Fire,” he muttered, half to himself.
It wasn’t clairvoyance. He’d simply discovered that in the Soul Society, practically all these Shinigami played the “Fierce Hunter” series as if they were swordsn for real—everyone ran in with a longsword. They seed convinced that, since they wielded blades so well in real life, they’d be just as good in a ga.
If they only adapted a bit—took a ranged weapon, for instance—they wouldn’t need to send a letter to complain about the difficulty.
Kaelith tossed the letter aside and snorted.
“ssing around with gas wastes your ambition. Hardly the mindset of a gentleman.”
“Since when does our ‘Lord Scumbag’ get to say such things?”
A cold voice ca from above.
Still sprawled facedown on his bed, Kaelith twisted around to look over his shoulder—only for Soifon, wearing her tabi, to plant a foot squarely on his face.
“Mmph… Soifon, how dare you stomp on my face with your foot? It’s soft and pleasant, sure, but still too disrespectful of my noble person!”
“If our Lord Scumbag had no intention of peeking where he shouldn’t, I wouldn’t have had to do this.”
“But I’m lying here on my stomach! How could I see anything strange?”
“Your body can’t be judged by ordinary logic.”
“Now you’re acting like I’m not human at all!” Kaelith yelled indignantly, grabbing and toying with Soifon’s petite foot, raising his voice in protest.
Wait…
He paused mid-thought.
Was Soifon now naturally using this extrely disrespectful form of address?
Nearby, Rangiku Matsumoto sat in a duck-like pose at Kaelith’s side, massaging his arm.
“Hey, Kaelith, if you really want to look, you can look at !” she teased.
“I’ve got a lot more worth seeing than Soifon-senpai!”
“…?”
A vein popped on Soifon’s forehead.
Kaelith turned to Rangiku. It was true; the girl’s genes were fearso. Years ago, when he’d picked her up, she was just a little wisp with a modest figure. But with proper nutrition and ti, she’d grown to the point that most won in Seireitei would envy her proportions. She still looked about the age of a college student, but that “bust” was easily in the E range.
Soifon’s envy was indescribable. To which Kaelith had said, small can be just as nice.
Before long, he got lost once more in a playful “rebellion” with Soifon.
Gazing at Rangiku’s chest for a few seconds, Kaelith then wore a serious expression.
“Rangiku, please go out. I need to talk to Soifon about sothing.”
Rangiku’s eyes flashed in suspicion.
“What ‘sothing’?”
“This is adult business… Kids shouldn’t be asking.”
Kaelith raised a hand, and a shadowy limb ford out of thin air, grabbing Rangiku by the scruff of her neck and tossing her outside with a thump.
Bang! The door slamd shut behind her.
Landing ungracefully on her rear, Rangiku shot up in anger, ready to storm back in. But as she reached for the handle, she heard voices from inside:
“Mmph… My Lord Scumbag, don’t pull that off—it’s still dayti…”
“That spot is off-limits!”
“Mm…”
Rangiku froze, her face flushed. She tried a few tis to push the door open, but in the end stamped her foot and ran off.
“Ugh, Kaelith, calling a kid! I’ll make him pay for that!”
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Leaving the room later, Kaelith stretched luxuriously, feeling refreshed. In truth, Soifon’s physique was one of the Soul Society’s hidden treasures. Although trained in combat from a young age, the nature of a Shinigami’s body ant her skin was still silky-smooth to the touch. Plus, her petite fra allowed for all manner of positions and closeness. Her petite fra made it easy for her to perch across his back, elbows digging in with brutal precision. Sohow, even her braid got involved—looped around his wrist at one point to “keep him from squirming,” as she put it.
Of course, he also adored that gradual shift in her deanor—from cold eyes and a snarky “Lord Scumbag” to more alluring sounds as she actively clung to him. The mory of that “fight” left Kaelith thinking: truly, who needs sothing like giant chests? His “little honeybee” was perfect as she was.
Still in high spirits, Kaelith headed to the Fifth Division to kill ti with Aizen. He arrived at the captain’s office, only to find no sign of him. After searching the room, he discovered Aizen’s hidden note:
“He went to Hueco Mundo?”
Co to think of it, it’s been ages since I last dropped by Hueco Mundo myself. Between the Nemuri Project, Squad Zero, Unohana, the Sixth Division fiasco… He’d been too busy. Might as well check on it now.
Decision made, he went to Aizen’s laboratory. After iris scan, fingerprint, and voiceprint verifications, he arrived at the final quiz-based lock. Kaelith knew of it—Aizen had designed so tough questions to thwart anyone who might hack or steal the earlier identity data. If you answered wrong, the entire lab would blow up instantly, leaving no trace.
Kaelith smirked. Ti to show Sōsuke how easily I can handle these elentary-level questions.
He watched as data scrolled across the door’s display. A few seconds passed, and a line of text appeared.
*[Verifying identity…]*
*[Identity confird as Kaelith. For the lab’s safety, knowledge quiz steps have been skipped.]*
*[Access granted.]*
Click. The lock opened.
“?”
Kaelith narrowed his eyes. He felt an odd sense of… targeted malice. Maybe it was just his imagination.
Using the device Aizen left in the lab, Kaelith opened a Garganta and arrived in Hueco Mundo.
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Over ti, the once-ruined Las Noches had been completely reborn. The vast, pure-white citadel walls looked as though sculpted from a single block of stone. Simply laying eyes on it gave one a sense of their own smallness. Along the fortress walls, Arrancar in white uniforms stood guard.
Kaelith couldn’t help being impressed. So extravagant. Not too long ago, Arrancar were scarce enough to be counted on one hand, but under my extraordinary talents, we’ve soared to prosperity.
Seeing Kaelith, the Arrancar guards brightened, saluting him. Smiling, Kaelith strolled by with his hands behind his back, occasionally waving like a head office inspector on a site visit.
Under his orders, the female Arrancar all wore short skirts. None of them minded. They might look humanlike, but as Hollows, their mindset was quite different—if Kaelith wanted, he could have turned the place into a paradise of sorts without much pushback.
He made his way down a long corridor to the palace courtyard. In an open area there, a green-haired girl bustled around. Lilynette. So distance away, Starrk sat on the ground, yawning.
“Yo, what’re you two up to?” Kaelith greeted them as he approached.
Lilynette brightened at the sight of him, baring little fangs in a grin.
“Kaelith, just in ti! I’m testing out a version of Resurrección with as the lead!”
“Before, every ti we used our release form, I’d beco the twin guns while Starrk handled the main powers. It’s so boring! That idiot only sleeps all day, and he’s clueless about real battle. Rather than letting him fight, wouldn’t it be better if I took the lead?”
Kaelith nodded in agreent. During the Karakura Town battle, Starrk had ended up in a lopsided fight against Kaelith’s senior brother. Sure, that senior brother was strong—close to the top tier under Yamamoto—but not in the sa league as the Commander himself. Even so, Starrk got beat around so badly.
It was a bit shaful for an Espada-ranked Prira.
Pleased by Kaelith’s concurrence, Lilynette bead. Starrk, who’d been about to nap again, half-opened his mouth to object, but decided it was too much trouble. He closed his eyes and tried lying down on the spot—only for Lilynette to drag him upright.
“Idiot Starrk, no sleeping! Help practice!”
“Ugh, no…”
He groaned in despair but then stopped. After all, if Lilynette mastered a separate release, he’d only have to beco a gun in future fights—no analyzing the battlefield, no banter with the enemy, no fancy footwork or reaction tis, and best of all, he wouldn’t need to worry about using all the wolf-souls, risking the loss of “comrades.”
He realized a little training now might be worth it.
Under Kaelith’s watchful eye, Lilynette attempted Resurrección a few tis. All ended in failure. The one ti it “worked,” she still turned into twin pistols in Starrk’s hands. Exiting that form, Lilynette dropped to the ground in frustration.
“Dammit, what’s going on? Does Resurrección absolutely have to let Starrk lead?”
Leaning against a pillar, Kaelith shook his head.
“No. There’s no such rule.”
“Eh?”
Surprised, Lilynette looked up. Starrk glanced over too, curious. Sure, Kaelith was strong, but he couldn’t just conjure a thod for them to flip their roles, could he?
Seeing their skepticism, Kaelith grinned.
“When you rged for Resurrección, I felt how your reishi changed. After watching twice, I’ve basically figured it out… Your dominion is actually on equal priority. Which side dominates in the end just depends on who ends up disintegrating a fraction faster in that final mont.”
He held up his fingers in a gesture reminiscent of “painfully missing out on certain black-market goods,” but they still didn’t look like they understood. Kaelith strode forward.
“Want my help?”
“Yes!” Lilynette nodded imdiately, trusting Kaelith.
He chuckled smugly, pointing at himself. “Then kiss here.”
Without hesitation, Lilynette hopped up and planted a peck on his cheek. Feeling her soft lips, Kaelith’s mood grew a bit complicated. It was nice, but sohow lacked drama. Probably would’ve been more fun if she’d complained and pretended reluctance first.
Oh, dear. Am I getting corrupted by Soifon’s attitude? he wondered.
With mixed feelings, he placed a hand on Lilynette’s head.
“Okay, try your Resurrección now.”
“That’s it?” Lilynette sounded dubious, but since Kaelith said so, she attempted it anyway.
In the next instant, she watched in awe as the seated Starrk dissolved into a vortex of spirit energy that surged toward her. With that trendous reishi rging into her body, Lilynette knew she’d finally done it.
When the storm subsided, her entire form had changed. Previously a short, ~140 cm tomboy with a short haircut and a little-sister vibe, she now stood about 170 cm tall with long hair. anwhile, Starrk had beco a pair of pistols in her hands.
Shocked, Lilynette gazed down at her “new body.”
“I did it… Kaelith, you’re the best!”
“Heh heh, worship !”
She stepped left and right, then suddenly an impish smirk ford.
“So, Kaelith, seeing like this…are you still going to act so nonchalant? Look at these lovely long legs, this beautiful long hair, and right here—”
She motioned to the spot over her Hollow hole, where her figure had gained so noticeable curves, eyes glinting in triumph.
Kaelith rely looked indifferent.
“It’s okay, I guess. Don’t see a huge difference.”
“Huh?!”
He sighed. “If anything, your previous look was cuter.”
“…??”
Lilynette was dumbfounded. Sothing must be wrong with this man’s head.
She pouted. “Stupid Kaelith, co fight ! I’ve never gotten to fight while leading—I want a decent opponent to go all out!”
“Oh, I’m ga!”
Kaelith grinned, exuding a fierce aura.
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