Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 201

Chapter 201

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“Fifth Division Lieutenant, Aizen Sōsuke!”

“Present.”

“I appoint you as the Frontline Commander and advisor to this chancellor.”

“In urgent situations, you have the right to strike first and report later.”

“…Understood.”

Aizen, expressionless, inclined his head slightly.

Where is this? Who am I? What am I doing here?

And who is this idiot in front of me?

Can I hit him?

While he was lost in thought, Kaelith nodded with satisfaction and looked to the next person.

“Sixth Division Lieutenant, Kuchiki Sōjun!”

“Here!”

Kuchiki Sōjun raised his head proudly, answering in a spirited voice.

“I appoint you as the Central Commander and attendant to the chancellor.”

“If we encounter a dire situation, immediately retreat behind everyone else. Don’t charge headfirst.”

“Yes!!”

Sōjun agreed crisply. Although he couldn’t fully understand what strange nonsense his good friend was spouting, having spent years as little more than a mascot in the division, the chance to finally see real action thrilled him to no end.

Not bad. His closest friend actually managed to pull him out here despite the pressure from the family. He was truly moved, almost to tears.

Kaelith nodded, then turned to the last one.

“Fourth Division Lieutenant, Yamada Seinosuke!”

Yamada Seinosuke cleared his throat, puffing his chest ever so slightly.

“Hmph, what’s with this Kaelith putting on such a show?”

“There are only a handful of us. What’s the point of having front, middle, and rear forces?”

“Though being in the rear might sound less impressive, for the sake of you amateurs, I’ll reluctantly—”

“I appoint you as our Military Dog. Put your keen senses to use and clear the path ahead!”

“?”

Yamada blinked, seeing that Kaelith didn’t appear to be joking. He was furious.

“What kind of joke is this?! Military Dog?! And ‘following the troops’—isn’t that redundant?!”

“Then… I’ll just appoint you as the Military Dog.”

“That’s not the point!”

Yamada ground his teeth. “I’m a healer, a very important person responsible for your health! Show some respect!”

At these words, Kaelith pondered for two seconds.

Then he nodded. “All right, then I appoint you as the accompanying masseur. You’ll give the chancellor a foot massage every day. That’s contributing to everyone’s health, right?”

“?”

Enraged, Yamada prepared to storm the stage.

Kuchiki Sōjun quickly held him back. “Let it go, Seinosuke…”

On stage, Kaelith burst into laughter.

Watching the chaos unfold, Aizen silently looked up at the sky.

What kind of oddballs am I surrounded by?

…

…

In the living world, deep in the mountains:

Hundreds of people had gathered. They varied in age and gender and wore all sorts of clothing. Yet each one carried an accessory shaped like a pentagram.

All of them were Quincy.

They had formed a circle using cars, luggage, and the like. Those assigned to watch the perimeter stood near this makeshift fortification, maintaining a barrier and gripping their spirit bows, wary of a sudden Shinigami assault.

In the center of the crowd, an elderly man in white robes tried to dissuade them:

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“Everyone, listen to me! We are not a match for the Soul Society. Stalemate benefits no one!”

“If both sides step back, there’s a chance for peaceful resolution. But if we continue to resist, a horrific outcome awaits us!”

These words made a few Quincy look uncertain, but soon someone shouted angrily:

“Ishida Sōken! Stop trying to confuse everyone!”

“Shinigami are just more numerous, that’s all. Didn’t we easily defeat that Captain before?”

“I know what a Captain represents—the top tier of Soul Society’s strength. That ‘Muguruma’ was so easily knocked down, so how strong can the rest be?”

“We are proud Quincy! Why should we bow to the Shinigami?!”

Hearing this, many Quincy nodded. In the past, their numbers were small and they barely survived in the world of the living, suppressed by the Shinigami. But now that they commanded such numbers and strength, how could they remain idle?

Voices of doubt rose one after another:

“Ishida Sōken… I heard from my father that he once hid in the Soul Society and only recently escaped.”

“What? Hid in the Soul Society? Impossible!”

“Heh, I bet he’s not hiding. He’s probably become their lapdog!”

Gradually, the crowd’s gaze toward Ishida Sōken turned hostile. Were it not for his formidable strength, one of the best among the Quincy, they might have tried to overthrow him already.

Some distance away, atop a small mountain, Aikawa Love frowned and observed the Quincy encampment from afar.

Muguruma Kensei was defeated… or rather, taken down due to his carelessness. As the Captain of the Seventh Division, this was a huge disgrace for Love.

Normally, he would activate his Bankai and charge straight into the Quincy ranks for a life-and-death struggle. But the weather was cold, the enemy was numerous, and even if he rushed in, victory was uncertain. He might just end up losing his life.

Moreover, Ishida Sōken had approached him personally, promising to persuade the other Quincy to surrender. Taking all that into account, Love had waited, holding his hand.

Yet so many days had passed, and the Quincy showed no sign of giving in.

It seemed he had been played for a fool.

Love stood up.

“Gather the troops. We’ll prepare to storm the Quincy camp!”

“Yes!”

Soon, the Shinigami began to move. This commotion did not escape the Quincy’s notice.

“The Shinigami are on the move!!”

“They’re coming!”

The Quincy grew excited, summoning their spirit bows.

“Damn it, I knew they had ill intentions!”

“Prepare for battle! Get ready!”

“Ishida Sōken, we’re watching you closely. Don’t you dare turn on us in the heat of battle!”

Hearing this, Ishida Sōken’s expression was filled with sorrow.

It’s over. The Quincy are done for.

All he could do now was try to spare Aikawa Love’s life when the fighting started. If no one died, the situation might still be salvageable…

As he contemplated this, the Quincy had already taken action.

Hundreds of Quincy raised their spirit bows in unison, gathering reishi arrows. The scene was astonishing, a shimmering field of blue stars flickering across the earth.

From afar, Love swallowed hard and clenched his teeth. He slowly opened his mouth to give the attack order.

But suddenly, a long chain descended from the sky!

Boom!!!!

With a terrifying explosion, a short blade engulfed in blue flames stabbed into the ground in the middle of the Quincy formation.

Under the astonished gazes of the Quincy, the chain went taut, dragging a figure down from the heavens—

“Zehahaha!!!”

“They’re not the same batch… but we meet again, Quincy!”

“D-Die! Shinigami!!”

“Where did he come from?!”

“Seiyō! Somebody prepare the Seiyō!”

Chaos swept through the Quincy ranks in an instant.

Ishida Sōken’s eyes narrowed.

This Shinigami… he’s incredibly strong.

Even though he wasn’t overtly unleashing his reiatsu, the faint trace that seeped out was enough to make Sōken’s hair stand on end, a chill racing down his spine.

No doubt about it—this was Captain-level power.

Yet, the Shinigami wasn’t wearing the distinctive white haori of a Captain.

Was he leaving it off on purpose, or was there another reason?

No time to ponder. Sōken urgently called out, “Wait! We—”

“Your words are useless!!!”

Kaelith’s voice thundered, cutting off Sōken.

In the next second, Kaelith threw a punch at empty air.

“Yūzō!”

A forceful blast of compressed air tore through the gap between them, scooping up more than a dozen Quincy in a straight line and smashing them into the piles of cars and luggage in the distance.

Before the onlookers could react, Kaelith had already charged forward with a wild laugh.

Amid the Quincy’s horrified cries, he plowed through them like a raging rhino through a flock of sheep. Each punch sent multiple people flying, their screams echoing as they crashed to the ground.

Several panicked Quincy raised their spirit bows and fired arrows at him.

But, almost as if he sensed the incoming attacks, Kaelith vanished in a flash, evading every shot.

Arrows meant for him instead found hapless comrades on the other side, piercing flesh to the sound of pained shrieks.

After a few attempts, the Quincy realized in despair that this Shinigami seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. It didn’t matter how swift or crafty the angle of the shot; he dodged every arrow effortlessly.

And while evading all ranged attacks, Kaelith never stopped thrashing those around him.

Getting punched into the distance was almost lucky in comparison to what some experienced: an uppercut sending them skyward, then Kaelith grabbing another Quincy like a makeshift club to swat the airborne victim, leaving them both knocked out cold before they ever hit the ground.

Watching from afar, Love Aikawa stood there with his jaw slack, utterly stunned by the spectacle.

He didn’t even need to see Kaelith’s face—just the way he tore off part of his clothing to fight was unmistakable.

Initially, Love had been alarmed seeing Kaelith dive into the enemy ranks alone. If Kaelith died here, his own days as Captain were as good as over. Everyone knew Kaelith was the Captain-Commander’s prized favorite.

But before Love could rush in to “save” him, he saw Kaelith mowing down the Quincy like it was child’s play.

The more Love watched, the more rattled he felt.

So many Quincy… Even a Captain like himself would have hesitated to face them head-on. Yet in Kaelith’s hands, it felt like a hardened gang boss crashing a preschool. Sure, Love already knew Kaelith’s real strength was on par with a Captain, despite his official Third Seat rank, but witnessing it at this level was a whole new experience.

If you’re this strong, Love thought, why not just go join the Eleventh Division and challenge Kenpachi?

Around him, the other Shinigami recognized Kaelith as well.

“It’s Kaelith, the Third Seat!”

“Look, that’s Kaelith!”

“He’s incredible… The Quincy can’t even put up a fight!”

“As expected of him. He’s doing what we could never hope to do!”