Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 229
Chapter 229
At the entrance to Kantei Street, a dark-skinned man knelt on the ground, wailing in grief and desperation.
“Please! Let me see the members of the Central 46!”
“She was murdered! Why won’t you sentence the killer to death?!”
His eyes were tightly closed, as if he couldn’t see anything.
His clothes were those of a simple commoner—worn but still intact.
Several guards armed with iron rods blocked his way. Two of them crossed their rods in front of him, preventing him from moving forward.
“You fool, get out of here already!”
“This is Kantei Street, where the high nobles live. Keep causing trouble, and we’ll make you regret it!”
But the black-skinned man didn’t seem to hear their threats. He reached out and grabbed the iron rods, continuing to shout his grievances.
Seeing that their warnings were useless, the guards lost patience. Two of them raised their rods, ready to bring them down hard on the man.
However, before the rods could fall, a figure suddenly appeared by the man’s side. With a single sweep of his hand, a surge of spiritual pressure knocked all the guards backward with ease.
“Ugh!”
The guards tumbled to the ground, about to shout in anger, but when they recognized the newcomer, they froze in place. Scrambling to their feet, they bowed low.
The man acknowledged them with a nod, then turned to the black-skinned man.
“Come with me.”
Without waiting for a response, he set off in a certain direction.
The dark-skinned man hesitated. Though his eyes were blind, he could sense the reverence the guards showed this newcomer. If anyone could help him see the Central 46, maybe it was this person.
Harboring that hope, he stood and hurried after him.
Before long, they reached an empty riverbank, with no one else in sight.
By the water’s edge, the man sat down and beckoned him over.
He walked closer and bowed.
“Thank you for your help just now. My name is Tōsen. I’m just a common soul from Rukongai, and I’m very grateful for your assistance.”
The man smiled. “Tōsen, I know who you are. I saw you at Miss Kakko’s funeral—you were crying quite sorrowfully.”
Hearing Kakko’s name, Tōsen inhaled sharply. Kakko, like him, was originally a simple soul from Rukongai. A few years ago, she had joined the Gotei 13 as a Shinigami and later married another Shinigami.
Though Tōsen felt a pang of regret that his friend was taken, he had been genuinely happy for her. But he never expected she would be killed by her own husband. Worse, despite the clear evidence—many had witnessed the murder—the Central 46 found the killer not guilty.
That was why Tōsen had come all the way to Seireitei, desperately trying to plead his case to the Central 46.
At the mention of Kakko, anger and sorrow welled inside him.
“You…you knew Kakko?”
“Yes. I’m a Shinigami too, one of her colleagues.”
The man nodded.
Tōsen grew agitated. “Then…do you know how Kakko really died? I heard it was her own husband who killed her!”
The man gave a low murmur of affirmation. “That’s right. Supposedly, it started with a petty argument. He killed a fellow Shinigami, and when Miss Kakko tried to stop him, she was cut down as well.”
At that, Tōsen’s lips trembled. Tears rolled from his sightless eyes.
“Why…why did Kakko have to die? It makes no sense…”
The man, looking pensive, said softly, “Maybe it’s because she was someone who stood firm in her beliefs—someone whose sense of justice outweighed her fear.”
Tōsen’s anger flared. “Are you saying Kakko’s beliefs were a mistake? She hated conflict, believed in justice…and she was killed for it! Meanwhile, the husband who murdered her isn’t punished at all!”
The man listened, nodding thoughtfully. “I see. So this is the reason you were making such a scene in Kantei Street.”
He fell silent for a few seconds, then let out a quiet laugh.
“Tōsen, have you ever heard of the Five Great Noble Houses?”
Tōsen frowned. Of course he’d heard the name before, but as a commoner from Rukongai, he knew little about them beyond their power.
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“They are the highest authorities in the Soul Society,” the man continued. “Even the Central 46 won’t judge them. The one who killed Miss Kakko is a member of these Noble Houses.”
He paused, then gave a name. “Tokinada Tsunayashiro. Though he’s only from a branch family, if he’d been from the main bloodline, not only would he go unpunished, they might even have labeled Kakko a traitor for resisting him.”
Tōsen’s eyes widened. “How could this be…?”
The man sighed. “That’s the way this world is. The Soul Society, the noble system…it’s all like that.”
He looked at Tōsen with a sudden intensity. “Tōsen. If one day you or I gain the power to fight against all this, should we take our revenge?”
Tōsen froze, the word “revenge” echoing in his mind. For a moment, he was sorely tempted to say yes. But before he nodded, he remembered Kakko’s face. She cherished justice and believed in doing what was right, no matter the cost. She would never choose vengeance.
If he chose revenge, wouldn’t that be betraying Kakko’s very principles?
After a long silence, he drew a deep breath. “No. I won’t go that far. This isn’t just my decision—it’s what Kakko would do, too.”
The man let out a quiet breath, as though relieved. Then he gave Tōsen a gentle smile.
“All right. If even her closest friend feels that way, I suppose I won’t seek revenge either.”
Tōsen felt profound gratitude toward him. Though they had only been colleagues, he truly seemed to understand Kakko’s ideals.
“May I know your name?” Tōsen asked.
“Of course,” the man replied without hesitation. “My name is Tsunayashiro Tokinada.”
The moment he revealed his name, the warmth in his voice vanished, along with any hint of shared sympathy. All that remained was a mocking glint in his eyes.
Tōsen froze. Tsunayashiro Tokinada—the very Shinigami who had killed Kakko.
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