Chapter 235: What Do You Think a Captain's Haori Is?!
"Fool!!!!"
In the First Division barracks, Yamamoto's powerful roar echoed through the sky.
"You bastard, what do you think a captain's haori is!!"
Looking at Satoru standing before him, Yamamoto was utterly enraged.
This kid, just because he wanted to write and didn't have a suitable surface, had actually used a captain's haori as paper!
Satoru thought for two seconds:
"Admission ticket to the female Shinigami dormitory?"
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Yamamoto's blood pressure spiked.
Just as he was about to purge the traitor, Satoru had already darted behind him and started massaging his shoulders.
Feeling the comfort from his shoulders, the old man narrowed his eyes.
The matter of purging the traitor could wait until after the massage.
Seeing Yamamoto's Reiatsu gradually calm down, Satoru grinned.
"Teacher, since you already know about the haori, you must also know about what happened earlier."
"How far can Tsunayashiro Tokinada be dealt with?"
For a scumbag who could even kill his own wife, Satoru wouldn't hesitate to give him a push into the fire pit.
Although he was confident that Kaname would eventually get his revenge personally, until then, Tokinada should suffer.
He couldn't just let that guy roam free until Kaname completed his training, right?
Yamamoto snorted coldly.
It was better if Satoru didn't bring this up; mentioning it only reignited his anger.
Although the Tsunayashiro Clan had lost in the internal conflict, falling from the top of the Five Noble Clans to the bottom, they were still one of the Five Noble Clans.
The rule of the Soul Society was that the Five Noble Clans were supreme.
As the founder of the Gotei 13, he naturally had to abide by this rule.
And yet?
His own personally taught disciple had publicly beaten Tokinada in front of so many people.
Fortunately, this kid also held a noble title.
Otherwise, it would have been a major incident.
Even as the Captain-Commander, it would have been difficult for him to intervene.
But just as he thought this, Yamamoto suddenly frowned.
Speaking of the Five Noble Clans... if this kid really gets targeted by the Tsunayashiro Clan, the Shihōin Clan definitely won't stand by and do nothing.
The Kuchiki Clan might also intervene.
Currently, the authority of the Five Noble Clans is gradually shifting toward the Kuchiki Clan.
Although the Shihōin Clan isn't as powerful as the Kuchiki, they still firmly hold the second position.
With the top two of the Five Noble Clans going up against a declining last-place noble family, Satoru might not necessarily face any real trouble.
Thinking this, Yamamoto couldn't help but feel a bit conflicted.
How did this foolish disciple, who clearly lacks any cunning, unknowingly build such extensive connections?
His other two disciples, Shunsui and Jūshirō—one is an upper-class noble, the other a lower-class noble, and both are veteran captains of the Gotei 13.
Yet, compared to Satoru, these two noble disciples might not necessarily be a match for their junior in terms of political maneuvering!
This is utterly absurd.
Yamamoto fell into deep thought.
It wasn't until Satoru urged him a few times that he snapped out of it.
The old man closed his eyes and said calmly:
"Don't worry, Shunsui is already handling this matter."
"Even though he stopped you yesterday, the anger in his heart is no less than yours."
"That kid has just learned to suppress his rage over the long years."
Hearing Yamamoto's words, Satoru blinked, showing a thoughtful expression...
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After Satoru left, Yamamoto waited a few minutes to confirm the kid was far away, then vanished from the room in an instant.
A few minutes later, he appeared at the Eleventh Division barracks and secretly infiltrated Kaname's room.
Using his Reiatsu to scan the area, he easily located the haori Satoru had stored away.
Unfolding the haori, the old man couldn't help but nod approvingly at the powerful, elegant characters written with ink condensed from Reiatsu.
He needed to find time to have that kid write a few more calligraphy pieces for him!
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Finally, the verdict for this "noble brawl" was delivered.
Satoru, as a middle-ranking noble, had committed the serious crime of challenging his superiors by attacking one of the Five Noble Clans.
However, considering his voluntary surrender, justifiable reasons, and good attitude in admitting his mistakes, his punishment was appropriately reduced.
The final sentence: deduction of captain's salary for ten years, and demotion from middle-ranking noble to lower-ranking noble.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada, for unjustly killing a fellow Shinigami, murdering his wife, and attempting to kill his wife's friend to evade retaliation.
His crimes were heinous, with severe consequences, and his cruelty was appalling.
The final sentence: imprisonment in the third level of the Shin'ō Underground Prison, the Assembly Hell.
Sentence: Five years!
After serving his sentence, he must return to the Tsunayashiro Clan compound and is forbidden from leaving the Tsunayashiro grounds for one hundred years.
Additionally, his Zanpakutō is confiscated, and his Shinigami status is revoked.
Satoru was somewhat surprised by Tokinada's sentence.
Five years of imprisonment sounded terrifying, but for a Shinigami, it wasn't unbearable.
The punishment after release was truly dreadful.
A century of house arrest and the loss of his Zanpakutō.
Although the Tsunayashiro estate was vast—large enough to spend a whole day just wandering the gardens—the thought of being confined there every day was uncomfortable.
Losing his Zanpakutō was like losing half his life.
Coupled with the hand burned off by Aizen.
Tokinada's life was effectively over.
Previously, when Shunsui said he would ensure Tokinada faced punishment, Satoru thought it was just lip service, empty words.
Now it seemed his cheap senior had really put in tremendous effort.
Feeling emotional, he brought some sake and went to the Eighth Division.
"Dear senior! I've come to see you!"
Hearing Satoru's address, Shunsui couldn't help but roll his eyes.
When he needed something, it was "dear senior"; when he didn't, it was "Uncle Kyōraku."
This kid!
Though annoyed, seeing Satoru's cheerful smile made him curl the corners of his mouth involuntarily.
As he aged, he found himself growing fonder of youngsters.
Although Satoru was no longer a child—almost a young adult—in Shunsui's eyes, the difference wasn't significant.
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In the following period, Satoru found himself quite busy.
Komamura Sajin, Kenpachi Zaraki, Kaname Tōsen.
In the blink of an eye, he had gained three "students" around him.
Zaraki was fine; although he was learning from Satoru, there wasn't much to teach.
As long as he fought him, repeatedly defeating him, Zaraki would naturally grow stronger.
Komamura and Tōsen required more effort.
Although both were highly talented, their foundations were too weak.
Back in his day, Satoru had directly synchronized with Aizen's power, skipping grades wildly.
This caused him to forget most of what he learned at the academy.
After much thought, he came up with a brilliant idea.
"Sōsuke, please help me!!!"
Satoru's shout echoed through the Fifth Division barracks.
Aizen's blood pressure spiked.