Chapter 321: Satoru Mikami, You Scoundrel!
Watching Aizen standing beside Satoru, all the captains were stunned.
Most of them had little impression of this Fifth Division vice-captain.
They only knew him as a kind-hearted, warm man.
This was the first time they had seen him in such an aloof and imposing posture.
Kensei Muguruma couldn't help but laugh in anger.
"Sōsuke Aizen, how dare a mere vice-captain speak with such arrogance?"
"How could you possibly solve a problem that even the captains cannot resolve?"
Aizen turned to look at him.
In the next instant, terrifying Reiatsu erupted from his body—
"Gah!!"
Before Kensei could even react, Aizen's Reiatsu slammed him to the ground!
Instinctively, he unleashed his own Reiatsu, trying to resist Aizen.
But to his shock, he discovered that his captain-level Reiatsu was completely powerless against Aizen!
Kensei's eyes widened, his hands pressed against the ground as he roared, trying to stand up.
However, his struggle lasted less than a second before Aizen's pressure forced him back down.
Feeling the Reiatsu emanating from Aizen, Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi exclaimed involuntarily:
"First-class Reiō!"
"Hey now... you've got to be kidding me."
Love Aikawa wiped cold sweat from his brow.
First-class Reiō was extremely rare throughout the entire history of the Soul Society.
To his knowledge, only Captain-Commander Yamamoto and Shunsui Kyōraku possessed first-class Reiō.
Never did he expect to witness it today in a vice-captain!
Had he gone mad, or had the world gone mad?
Compared to him, Shinji Hirako felt even more panicked.
He had always suspected that Aizen was hiding his true strength.
But he never imagined it would be to this extent.
First-class Reiō... was this guy a monster?!
While effortlessly suppressing Kensei, Aizen turned his gaze to Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
"Captain Kurotsuchi, don't you have anything to say?"
"..."
Mayuri bared his teeth in displeasure.
He turned to look at Yamamoto.
"Captain-Commander, Sōsuke Aizen... does possess some talent."
"If he says he can solve it, then he probably can."
Hearing this, even someone as steady as Yamamoto couldn't help but feel surprised.
He understood Mayuri's personality well.
This guy practically had eyes on the top of his head.
The researchers left behind by Kirio Hikifune were deemed worthless by him, with half directly expelled for being unworthy of remaining in the research institute.
Even Kirio Hikifune's own achievements received sharp criticism from Mayuri—
"Aside from the soul materialization technology, everything else is trash research, trash!"
Yet when facing Aizen, he adopted this nearly conceding attitude.
This clearly showed the extent of Mayuri's recognition of this man.
Yamamoto remained silent, staring intently at Aizen.
Outstanding talent, formidable strength, yet never revealed, quietly hidden in the position of vice-captain... this was no ordinary person.
Facing all the captains including himself, he could conduct himself with such measured composure—first breaking the situation with bold statements, then using Kurotsuchi to enhance his credibility, and finally demonstrating his power to increase his weight.
Thinking back now, that troublesome disciple of his probably owed various strange research achievements to this man as well.
Yamamoto couldn't help but feel emotional.
The younger generation of Shinigami truly produced remarkable talents one after another.
If not for Satoru, facing a junior with such profound depth as Aizen, he might have felt somewhat wary.
But... at this very moment, he had almost no such worries.
After staring at Aizen for a few seconds, Yamamoto opened his mouth.
However, before he could say anything, he suddenly frowned and looked toward the corner of the room.
At some point, a figure was standing there.
"Hah, all the Captains gathered here... It seems you've already grasped the situation."
A man slowly emerged from the shadows, smiling at everyone.
Black chains extended from his chest and arms.
Although the chains were broken, they seemed mysteriously connected to some distant place, preventing him from breaking free from their restraints.
Seeing this person, Satoru grinned.
"It's you, Rennoshuke!"
"It's Rennosuke!!"
The man, who had maintained an imposing presence just a second ago, was instantly deflated by this remark.
He glared angrily at Satoru.
"Hmph, after not seeing you for a while, you're already wearing a Captain's Haori?"
"Eleventh Division... quite fitting for a brute like you."
"?"
Satoru immediately took offense.
His appointment as Captain of the Eleventh Division was purely a matter of filling the position.
The reckless nature of the Eleventh Division had nothing to do with an elegant gentleman like himself—at the very least, they were completely incompatible.
How could this Rennoshuke, having just returned from Hell, slander him like this?
Yamamoto placed both hands on his cane and slowly spoke:
"Rennosuke Kamikawa, what is your purpose in coming here?"
"Hmph, simple."
Rennosuke Kamikawa raised his chin: "I represent the will of Hell, demanding that Soul Society hand over Satoru Mikami."
"Otherwise, Soul Society will be completely destroyed!"
"Heh..."
Yamamoto showed a somewhat eerie smile.
How many years had it been?
He couldn't remember the last time someone had threatened him like this.
It was actually somewhat nostalgic.
With a slight exertion of his palm, the wooden cane turned to dust, revealing the Zanpakutō inside.
But before he could make a move, Satoru had already acted.
With the smile of a righteous character resembling a demon, Satoru's figure instantly appeared above Rennosuke Kamikawa.
His tightly clenched right fist slammed down violently!
Seeing Satoru suddenly attacking him, Rennosuke Kamikawa couldn't help but be shocked.
He knew Satoru was strong—after all, he had lost to this guy while alive.
But after falling into Hell, he had received Hell's blessing and been enhanced.
This time, being sent by Hell's will to negotiate with Soul Society, he had even temporarily received a powerful buff.
Even if he wasn't as strong as Satoru, the difference shouldn't be that great.
He never expected that when actually facing this guy, he would still feel an overwhelming sense of fear!
Without hesitation, Rennosuke Kamikawa reached to draw his sword.
But before he could even touch the hilt, his head was already struck heavily by a fist!
Tremendous force rushed into his skull, nearly causing him to lose consciousness. With a thunderous crash, his entire body smashed into the floor, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lying on the ground, he turned his head in disbelief, looking at Satoru standing beside him.
"You bastard... you've actually become this strong..."
"Not really, I'm actually not that strong. You're just too weak."
"You... you!!"
Rennosuke Kamikawa glared furiously.
After a few seconds, he suddenly thought of something and grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth.
"Whatever, Satoru, just kill me!"
"After that, you'll understand what true despair is!"
"Are you referring to the fact that after you die, you'll resurrect in Hell and come back again?"
Aizen approached Satoru and spoke.
Rennosuke Kamikawa snorted coldly.
That was indeed his intention.
But having it pointed out directly felt somewhat anticlimactic.
Aizen adjusted his glasses.
"If this is your trump card... then you might as well give up now."
"?"
Rennosuke Kamikawa looked at him in confusion.
What did this guy mean by that?
Under the gaze of all the captains, Aizen raised his hand.
With his gesture, a barrier unfolded, enveloping Rennosuke Kamikawa's body.
"?!"
Feeling the powerful restraining force emanating from the barrier, Rennosuke showed a stunned expression.
What's going on... this barrier's sealing power is incredibly strong!
Aizen curled his lips into a smile.
"Since you can resurrect infinitely, I won't kill you."
"Rest assured, for a long time to come, you'll be contributing to the Soul Society in my laboratory."
"I'll use your body to research the nature of Hell's guards and develop targeted countermeasures."
"It's truly fortunate that you're the one who came representing Hell."
"What do you mean?!"
Rennosuke Kamikawa widened his eyes, wanting to demand an explanation.
But the oppressive force generated by the barrier was growing increasingly stronger.
He could no longer even open his mouth.
At that moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It seemed this wasn't the first time he had been imprisoned in something like this...
Back when he was defeated by Satoru, he seemed to have had a similar experience.
Damn it... I can't remember clearly... That bastard Satoru... Damn it!!!
Soon after, Aizen completed the technique, imprisoning the completely sealed Rennosuke Kamikawa within a crystal-like barrier.
Just as he had said earlier, it was truly fortunate that the person sent by Hell was Kamikawa.
Back when he had captured Rennosuke Kamikawa, although his research time had been brief, he had memorized all of the latter's various research materials.
Naturally, this included the specially crafted sealing technique designed for him.
If it had been any other Hell guard who came today, they probably could have broken free using Hell's power before he completed the technique.
But Rennosuke Kamikawa definitely couldn't accomplish that.
Aizen quickly packaged up Rennosuke Kamikawa and then looked at Satoru:
"Satoru, I'm taking this guy back to the laboratory."
"One day, give me one day. I'll produce valuable results."
Hearing this, Satoru snorted with laughter.
"One day? Even three or five days wouldn't be a problem!"
"Heh."
Listening to the familiar bragging, Aizen smiled.
The captains glanced at each other.
These two... their operations were too practiced, weren't they?
Just how many times had they captured people before?
After Aizen left with his prisoner, Yamamoto spoke:
"Hell has made its stance clear. Now, it's time for us to decide how to respond."
"I established the Gotei 13 a millennium ago."
"In these thousand years, the Gotei 13 has never compromised, never retreated."
"This time will be no exception."
"Does anyone have any objections?"
This time, no one said anything more.
Although Aizen's appearance had been brief, the various operations he had performed had left them rather shocked.
Moreover, the promised rewards were quite enticing.
If Aizen could truly research a method to maintain Hell's operations, then of course they would fight with all their strength.
Seeing no objections, Yamamoto nodded.
"Since no one has any objections, then... I hereby formally declare."
"War has begun!!"
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Clang! Clang! Clang!
Warning bells rang throughout the Seireitei.
It had been a long time since such sounds had echoed through the Seireitei after the rebel war.
Squads of Shinigami could be seen rushing through streets and alleys everywhere.
Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi led his Third Division subordinates, quickly heading toward their defense area.
Looking at the defense map in his hand, he couldn't help but feel an eerie sensation.
The Third Division was responsible for defending areas C1 to C4 in the northern part of the Seireitei.
Other divisions were similarly assigned.
The Fifth Division defended areas D6 to E2 in the south.
The Sixth Division defended areas A1 to A3 where the Noble District was located.
The Eighth Division defended areas A4 to A10 where various supplies and important equipment of the Seireitei were stored.
And so on...
Among all the divisions, the Eleventh Division stood out with its uniquely chaotic beauty.
Eleventh Division, First Squad: defend areas B1 to B7.
Eleventh Division, Second Squad: defend areas B8 to C4.
Eleventh Division, Third Squad: defend areas C5 to C10...
The Eleventh Division was responsible for a defensive area that actually exceeded half of all other divisions combined!
Moreover, they could still spare some personnel as a reserve force.
One must understand that to garrison a single area, it required at least a captain-level leader.
Furthermore, the size and importance of the garrisoned area depended entirely on the strength of the leading captain.
As the captain of the Third Division himself, he only garrisoned four areas, all of which were relatively unimportant.
Then look at Kenpachi Zaraki, the vice-captain of the Eleventh Division... His defensive zones were more critical than his own, and he had a full seven areas.
Did the Captain-Commander's arrangement mean that he, a captain, couldn't even compare to their vice-captain??
This was hard to swallow.
After each division rushed to their respective defensive zones, they set up camp on-site and began deploying various defensive facilities.
They ate and slept within their defensive areas as well.
The grim and murderous atmosphere made the souls living in Seireitei increasingly tense.
Especially the nobles—these days, they hardly stepped outside, recalling all the thugs and ronin scattered across various locations who were responsible for guarding their assets.
Thus, on the third day of all divisions standing ready for battle, a great upheaval arrived.
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...
After standing guard in the defensive zone for a whole day, Madarame Ikkaku couldn't help but yawn.
Although he knew the enemy could arrive at any moment, waiting around like this wasn't productive.
Maybe he should find a place to have a couple of drinks first, then return to his post?
Thinking this, he couldn't help but show an expectant expression.
But immediately after, he shook his head vigorously, dismissing this tempting idea.
Just kidding... If his captain found out he had left his post without permission, he'd probably tear his scalp off to add some decoration to that beast-skin throne.
He lifted his head and looked up at the sky.
It was almost dark. Maybe he could sneak a couple of drinks during dinner...?
Huh?
Staring at the sky, Madarame Ikkaku's eyes widened, and he froze completely.
Under his incredulous gaze, the originally dim sky was now stained with a bloody hue.
A massive gate, glowing with crimson light, had appeared in the sky at some unknown time.
On the gate, two enormous skeletal reliefs slowly pulled it open.
Dark red miasma poured out from within.
Accompanied by an overwhelmingly oppressive red light, figures emerged from the gate one after another.
BOOM!!!
Reiatsu, like an overturned ocean or a fallen sky, swept across the entire Seireitei!
Madarame Ikkaku's eyes widened.
"Dammit... What kind of Reiatsu is this?!"
He raised an arm to shield his face.
His Shinigami Uniform flapped violently, nearly tearing apart under the terrifying Reiatsu!
"Hmm... So this is the current Seireitei? It doesn't look much different from back in the day."
Among the figures emerging from the Gates of Hell, a bald, bespectacled, burly man looked down and sighed.
"Fool, how long do you think we've been dead?"
A pink-haired Shinigami with twin tails and one eye covered by an eyepatch walked over.
She glanced downward and grinned.
"A mere few hundred or thousand years means nothing to a Shinigami."
"Especially for a powerful Shinigami like me—a thousand years is completely insignificant!"
"Heh... I actually think the changes are quite significant."
A sleazy-looking old man slowly approached, leaning on a cane.
He narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance at a certain figure.
"If I'm not mistaken, that one over there... should be Yamamoto, right?"
"The vigorous young man from back then has actually aged to look about the same as me now. Isn't that change enough?"
"Idiot! Who wants to see how you old men have changed!" the twin-tailed Shinigami retorted impatiently.
A chubby man with orange patterns on his face walked over.
He rubbed his chin.
"Speaking of changes... Senior Yachiru hasn't changed much though."
The twin-tailed Shinigami grunted in agreement.
"True."
The old man's face stiffened.
"Y-yes, indeed..."
They exchanged glances and tacitly chose to end this topic.
Continuing the conversation felt like it might lead to something unpleasant.
A muscular man with short brown curly hair and blue arm guards approached.
"So beautiful... I originally thought current Shinigami had lost their touch, but I never expected to witness such beautiful Reiatsu."
"It seems this trip back to the Soul Society wasn't in vain."
"Captain Obana, if you're looking for surprises, I doubt you'll be disappointed this time."
A female Shinigami with a youthful face, large breasts, and glasses walked over softly.
Her gaze drifted toward a figure sitting on a large beast-skin throne in the distance.
Hearing this, the burly man showed a curious expression.
Following Katori Batsu'unsai's line of sight, he looked over.
Satoru also glanced from afar, grinning at him.
"Roar... quite a sharp lad indeed."
Obana smiled.
A gray-haired man approached with a seemingly drowsy expression.
"You all seem quite energetic... but not me."
"Being unconscious and muddled for centuries, I can hardly remember who I am anymore."
Hearing this, the twin-tailed Shinigami snorted, placing her hands on her hips.
"Even if it were millennia or tens of thousands of years, I would never lose myself!"
"Sounds like something you'd do."
The gray-haired Shinigami smiled wryly.
On the ground, Yamamoto stood leaning on his cane, watching the figures appearing in the sky.
Beside him, Chōjirō Sasakibe couldn't help but sigh.
"Lord Genryūsai, it's really them."
"Hmm... meeting old friends brings complicated feelings."
Yamamoto shook his head gently.
Sasakibe chuckled: "Don't dwell on it, Lord Genryūsai. I've been watching by your side all this time."You've been worthy of anyone, and everyone must think so too."
"Though we must cross blades, that's only due to Hell's will, not our own desires."
Hearing this, Yamamoto looked at him in surprise.
This Sasakibe who had followed him for over two thousand years, always steady and reticent—when had he become so eloquent?
As if guessing Yamamoto's thoughts, Sasakibe straightened his collar and smiled:
"This is something I gradually realized while watching your interactions with Lord Satoru."
Hmph...
Yamamoto withdrew his gaze.
One after another, they're all being infected by that foolish boy's stupidity.
In the sky, a man with silver short hair, brown skin, and an orange scarf stepped forward.
Ahem... Hey hey, can you hear me?"
He concentrated his Reiatsu in his throat to create an amplifying effect.
"I am Shihōin Chika, Captain of the Second Division!"
"Since Yamamoto of the First Division is no longer here, I'll temporarily act as the leader!"
Yamamoto: "..."
" No longer here" indeed.
Clearly he was the one still alive, while those fools above were all dead—why did it sound like he was the one who'd died?
Chaos also broke out in the sky.
"Foolish Chika, since when are you the leader?!"
"Exactly! Though Captain Yamamoto is gone, I'm still here!"
"Hehe, when you were still pissing all over the streets, this old man already knew Bankai! Of course I should be leader!"
"Nonsense, I'm the leader!!"
The seemingly united organization instantly faced collapse.
Just then, a voice rang out:
"Everyone! With great enemies before us, we mustn't fall into internal strife!"
"How about this: let's fight each other, and whoever remains standing last becomes leader. What do you say?"
Hearing this, Shihōin Chika nodded: "Sounds good to me."
The twin-tailed girl also grinned: "Excellent!"
The brown-haired burly man was about to speak when he suddenly realized something.
Who had made that suggestion just now?
The voice was completely unfamiliar.
He turned his head toward the direction of the voice.
To his surprise, someone had already moved a chair and sat down beside them without anyone noticing!
"Holy shit, Satoru Mikami!!"
Upon recognizing the newcomer, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.
Satoru sat on a large beast-skin throne, feet resting on a Reishi pedal, casually crossing his legs.
"Satoru Mikami?"
"No, no, no, your form of address is incorrect."
Under the astonished gazes of the First Generation Captains, Satoru grinned widely.
"Please refer to me as Satoru Mikami—the one with unparalleled talent across all ages, a face that defines the era, wisdom that dazzles the world, and the strongest Captain in the Soul Society!"
For a moment, the First Generation Captains were left speechless.
Katori Batsu'unsai closed her eyes and massaged her forehead.
Whether he was wise or not was debatable, but "dazzling the world" was certainly accurate.
Shihōin Chika chuckled.
"Interesting. This kid has a bit of my style."
"Kid, I'm Shihōin Chika. Want to be friends?"
Hearing this, Satoru turned to look at him.
After studying Shihōin Chika's appearance, Satoru grinned.
"Friends might not be possible, but I could acknowledge you as an elder."
"Huh?"
Shihōin Chika was taken aback.
What did that mean?
Satoru laughed. "The current head of the Shihōin Clan, Yoruichi Shihōin, is my girlfriend."
"Though we're not married yet, it's pretty much settled."
"You bear the Shihōin name and look quite similar to Yoruichi, so you must be my elder."
Upon hearing this, Shihōin Chika flew into a rage.
"You scoundrel! How dare you lay hands on my granddaughter!"
"Today, I will behead you right here to vent my hatred!!"
With a furious roar, he charged at Satoru, throwing a punch.
Watching Satoru and Shihōin Chika brawl, the First Generation Captains fell into an awkward silence.
Before arriving, their envisioned grand entrance was nothing like this.
The First Generation Captains returning to the Soul Society—shouldn't they be imposing immense pressure and looking incredibly cool?
How did the atmosphere collapse right from the start?
Instantly, the blood pressure of the First Generation Captains spiked.
Shihōin Chika took a punch to the face from Satoru, swelling up instantly.
Gritting his teeth, he was about to retaliate when a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.
Clutching his stomach, he looked over in surprise.
There stood Katori Batsu'unsai, who had already released her Zanpakutō, transforming it into a long naginata.
She smiled sweetly, pressing the hilt of her naginata into Shihōin Chika's stomach.
"Captain Shihōin, my battle with Mr. Mikami isn't over yet. No cutting in line, alright?"
"What cutting in line? Didn't you hear? My granddaughter—"
"Captain Shihōin, you're already dead. Stay out of the affairs of the living."
Katori's smile vanished as she exerted force, sending Shihōin Chika flying backward.
Then, she turned to Satoru.
"Mr. Mikami, let's continue our last battle."
"This time, I won't let the will of Hell take over my body. I'll properly settle this with you!"
As she spoke, her gaze sharpened. Gripping her long naginata, she leaped into a downward slash aimed directly at Satoru.
Under the immense impact, the two plummeted from the sky together, crashing into the ground and sending up a massive cloud of dust.
Watching the direction they had disappeared, the gray-haired man scratched his head.
"If we had all attacked together earlier, it would have been much simpler. Now things have gotten complicated."
He drew his Zanpakutō, a fierce grin spreading across his face.
On the ground below, figures were already soaring upward, trailing long streams of Reiatsu.
The gray-haired man laughed:
"Since these are battles between the original captains and the current ones, let's make it simple—each of us will fight our own division's successor."
Hearing this, the others nodded in agreement.
Everyone was somewhat curious about what their successors would be like.
The gray-haired man swung his Zanpakutō with imposing majesty.
He was the first captain of the Fourth Division, Shijima Chigiri.
Before the war against the Wandenreich, there weren't clear functional divisions among the squads.
Basically, all divisions were primarily focused on combat.
It was only after defeating Yhwach that the divisions began to develop specialized roles.
The Fourth Division's function was medical rescue.
His successor, unsurprisingly, would be an expert in the medical field.
What could a mere medical Shinigami possibly do against him?
He would quickly finish this battle and go assist the others.
At this thought, he smiled and looked down, searching for his target.
Soon, he spotted the person wearing a haori with the character "Four."
However, the moment he saw the other's appearance, the smile on his face instantly froze.
"Un... Unohana Yachiru?!"
"Why is this god of death the captain of the Fourth Division?! What kind of joke is this?!"
"Did the Gotei 13 change their setup? Has the Fourth Division become a combat unit now?"
"Hey! Someone... anyone, switch with me! I don't want to fight Unohana!"
The twin-tailed Shinigami grinned at him:
"Shijima, fighting your own division—that's what you asked for yourself."
"Be a man and get on with it already!"
With that, she laughed heartily and charged toward her own target.
Yoruichi Shihōin stepped on the air, her figure flickering back and forth.
She had already found her target.
Shihōin Chika... To think she would have the chance to face him in battle.
Since childhood, she had often read the various notes left behind by Shihōin Chika.
She had long admired this grandfather she had never met.
She would greet him properly—with her fists!
In a flicker of movement, Yoruichi appeared before Shihōin Chika.
No introduction was needed, nor did she need to check the number on the haori he wore.
The moment Chika saw Yoruichi, he knew exactly who she was.
Whether it was their similar complexion, appearance, or the undeniable bond of blood—it was all the proof he needed.
He grinned.
"Nice to meet you, Shihōin Yoruichi. I am Shihōin Chika."
Yoruichi nodded.
After a moment's thought, as if realizing something was off, she bowed slightly.
"Nice to meet you, Grandfather Chika."
"Haha, good, good. You're much more polite than a certain bastard."
Mentioning that person, he suddenly frowned.
"Little Yoruichi, let me ask you something..."
"You and that bastard Mikami Satoru—are you really in that kind of relationship?"
As he spoke, he made a rather vulgar gesture.
Yoruichi's eye twitched.
She sighed helplessly. "Mr. Chika, please watch your behavior."
Usually, these were the kinds of words Suì-Fēng would say to her. She never thought she'd have the chance to say them to someone else today.
Then, Yoruichi smiled.
"Satoru is very important to me. Once he finishes what he needs to do, we'll hold a grand wedding."
"Grrraaaahhh!!!"
Seeing his granddaughter's happy expression, Shihōin Chika felt as if he'd been kicked by Komamura.
He had only spoken one negative word about Satoru, and he was demoted from "Grandfather Chika" to "Mr. Chika"?!
"That bastard actually has my granddaughter wrapped around his finger?!"
"No way, I'm going to kill him first, and then—"
Shihōin Chika turned to leave.
But before he could take a step, a hand stopped him.
Chika turned in surprise.
He saw Yoruichi smiling at him.
"Chika, trying to leave before defeating your opponent?"
"The Shihōin Clan has no such rule."
Looking at Yoruichi's smile, Chika frowned.
Why did it look so familiar?
After thinking for a moment, he felt the urge to vomit blood.
Wasn't this the exact same smile that bastard Satoru had shown him during their previous fight?
Shihōin Chika's blood pressure skyrocketed.
Filled with rage and frustration, he casually tossed his Zanpakutō aside and launched a kick at Yoruichi.
"Bring it on!"
She found nothing unusual about Shihōin Chika's opening move of discarding his sword and immediately swung her leg to meet his attack.
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Amidst the ruins, Katori Batsu'unsai landed steadily on the ground.
The long naginata in her hand spun in a beautiful flourish before she slung it diagonally behind her back.
Not far away, Satoru shook his head, dislodging the wood splinters and debris stuck to it.
Gazing at the youthful-faced, well-endowed woman before him, he wore a contemplative expression.
"Captain Katori, I have a very serious question for you."
"Hm?"
The girl was somewhat puzzled, unsure what Satoru wanted to ask at this moment.
Nevertheless, she nodded and said, "Please go ahead."
"Might I ask, are you married or do you have a boyfriend?"
Katori Batsu'unsai shook her head. "No."
She had been invited by Yamamoto to become a captain when she was very young.
After that, it was endless war until she died in battle.
Hearing this, Satoru clapped his hands.
"Excellent, excellent!"
"Since you don't, how about considering the two of us making do with each other?"
Katori Batsu'unsai was stunned.