Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 205

Chapter 205

Another one!

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“Ughraa!!”

“Graaah!!”

“Guhhaa!!”

Several nearby Hollows were flung backward as if they’d been slammed head-on by a speeding truck. Their massive bodies hurtled through the air. Even the ones farther away couldn’t keep their balance and went tumbling wildly, struggling to stand.

Amid the billowing dust, a lone figure emerged. Through the swirling haze, you could first see a pair of eyes glinting coldly under the moonlight, followed by a humanoid silhouette ripping through the cloud of smoke with a menacing grin.

“Second-generation Spartan warrior—Kaelith, reporting in!”

Even as he spoke, Kaelith crouched slightly and lunged at one of the Hollows.

“Don’t underestimate—aaaargh!!”

“Damn it! Don’t let him—”

“Hurry, fire Cero! Fire Cero!”

“Nooo!!”

Kaelith’s figure darted across the battlefield in a frenetic blur—like some maniac in a mask with his underwear pulled up to his shoulders, the embodiment of unstoppable chaos. Wherever he went, Hollows screeched and fled, only to be reduced to ashes in the end. (t/N: Does anyone remember the old perverted man that steals underwear? The old trope in Animes, I haven't seen any of them now. Anyways, that is what the joke is here)

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Sung-Sun gaped at the scene in sheer disbelief.

This Shinigami…is unbelievably strong!

Even Harribel would need some effort to take down more than ten Adjuchas-level Hollows. Yet before Kaelith, they collapsed as easily as fragile humans. What terrifying power!

Harribel, too, looked visibly surprised. She had only seen Kaelith unconscious on their previous encounter, so this was her first time witnessing him in action. Honestly, she’d approached Kaelith and Aizen for help thinking she’d need them to pin down a portion of the enemy so she could pick them off quickly.

She never imagined there’d be no need for her to step in at all—this young Shinigami singlehandedly tore the battlefield apart. She sensed it wasn’t just raw power; it was his overwhelming presence. Simply standing against him in combat forced a crushing blow on the opponent’s morale, making the Adjuchas lose heart before the fight even began.

Aizen watched quietly from a short distance. All of a sudden, his gaze sharpened.

“Kaelith, hurry it up—we’ve got a bigger group heading our way.”

With those words, Aizen raised his hand.

“Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi.”

A colossal black cuboid sprang from the ground, encasing a Hollow that was too far from Kaelith to be reached immediately. When the black coffin dispersed, that Adjuchas collapsed in a bloody heap.

Sung-Sun swallowed hard.

That Shinigami…he’s just as scary. At least Kaelith is physically hitting them. This one doesn’t even move—he just recites a spell from a distance, and boom, an Adjuchas goes down. If he actually drew his sword, wouldn’t he be unstoppable?

Kaelith nodded at Aizen’s warning. He pulled out his Zanpakutō.

“Shatter defenses—Rixiang Jimie!”

In his hands, the short blades ignited with blue flames. He spun them, and their attached chains whipped out toward two nearby Hollows.

Slash!!

Almost in unison, the two flaming blades pierced their bodies.

“Hraaah!!”

The moment the Zanpakutō pierced them, Kaelith roared, his arms tensing as though he were yanking on battle ropes. Dark, heavy chains coiled like turbulent waves, lifting those Adjuchas high before smashing them to the ground with devastating force. At once, blue fire exploded from within their bodies, each blaze erupting into a brilliant ring of flame.

Kaelith surveyed the result with satisfaction.

This technique had been taught to him by the Captain-Commander: use the piercing effect of Rixiang Jimie to flood the enemy’s body with fire, then detonate it. It caused far more damage than simply slashing with flames. For some reason, though, when Kaelith wanted to test it on the Captain-Commander himself, Yamamoto refused—and he’d caught a beating for the suggestion.

“Worst mentor ever,” Kaelith muttered, shaking his head in mock lament.

With Aizen’s cooperation, the two quickly wiped out the group of Adjuchas.

“Let’s go!” Kaelith called out, bolting off into the distance. Aizen followed without a moment’s hesitation. Sung-Sun glanced at Harribel; seeing her nod, she hurried after them.

Moments later, a crowd of Hollows materialized at the battlefield, appearing one after another. Sensing the chaotic spiritual energy lingering in the air, they exchanged looks of shock.

“This reiatsu… That isn’t Harribel’s.”

“It’s a Shinigami!”

“A Shinigami here in Hueco Mundo?”

Then someone exclaimed, “They’re all dead—our first wave was annihilated!”

“How’s that possible? It’s only been a few minutes since the battle started. How could they all be wiped out already?!”

Amid the stunned hollers, a lone Shinigami from the Tsunayashiro clan frowned. Back when Tsunayashiro Senzo had left the Soul Society, this subordinate fled with him to Hueco Mundo. Now he served as a squad leader among Baraggan’s troops, commanding five Adjuchas. Unlike the Hollows, who were yelling in confusion, he recognized a familiar scent here.

They’d tried to hide their reiatsu signature, but that raw, chaotic fighting style belonged to only one man: Kaelith, the prodigy from the Shinigami Academy!

He broke into a cold sweat.

An Adjuchas bared its teeth. “Who cares if it’s a Shinigami! There’s enough of us to tear him apart!”

“Yeah! If we capture Harribel and that Shinigami, Lord Baraggan will reward us handsomely!”

“Catch them, catch them!”

Seeing the Adjuchas riled up, the Tsunayashiro Shinigami snarled,

“Enough!”

They turned to him in surprise.

“Don’t be reckless. Harribel herself is a Vasto Lorde-level Hollow, and we don’t even know who this Shinigami is. Rushing in blindly is foolish.”

“The most urgent matter is returning to Las Noches to report this to Lord Senzo and Lord Baraggan.”

One Adjuchas scoffed. “You’re joking, right? We chased them all the way here—why let them escape?”

The Shinigami cursed silently a thousand times over. You idiot! If you want to go die in front of Kaelith, don’t drag me with you! Still, mindful of the Tsunayashiro clan’s situation, he forced patience.

“No need to worry. We have Harribel’s subordinates in custody. She won’t abandon them to save herself. She’ll come back sooner or later.”

The Adjuchas eyed each other unhappily. Yet they recalled Baraggan had explicitly ordered them to heed this Shinigami’s advice. Reluctantly, they nodded.

Within seconds, dozens of Hollows vanished with Sonído, leaving the battlefield behind. The Shinigami exhaled in relief and hurried after them.

…

“They pulled back,” Aizen remarked, monitoring the area via a reiatsu-detection device he’d set up.

“Pulled back?” Harribel echoed in surprise. She’d been chased around by these Hollows for days; they were like dogs with a bone, completely unreasonable. Even if they’d lost over ten soldiers, they had overwhelming numbers on their side. She wouldn’t have expected them to withdraw so decisively.

Kaelith snorted. “No surprise. Someone on their side must’ve realized **I** have arrived. Once you see an invincible enemy, retreating is the wise move.”

Sung-Sun rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you’re so full of yourself.”

“Hmph, never mind how thick my skin is—didn’t we just win?”

“…Fine.”

Though she tried to stay defiant, Sung-Sun couldn’t deny that he had indeed saved them.

Harribel came to a stop. “I appreciate your assistance. There’s something I need to do, so I must leave. If fate allows, I’ll thank you again properly next time.” Then she turned to Kaelith.

“Should we do this here?”

“…Do what?”

“Fulfill my end of the bargain.” Harribel placed a hand lightly over her chest. “Tell me what to do. Do you need me to cut it off?”

“…?”

Kaelith’s eye twitched.

What kind of twisted scenario is this?

He realized she was referring to the earlier “condition” for his help.

Glancing at her flawlessly contoured figure, his eyes momentarily lit up. Aizen, thoroughly unamused, said, “I’ll go take a look around,” and vanished in a blur.

Kaelith took a deep breath and stepped up to Harribel.

…

A short while later, Aizen returned, only to find Harribel and Sung-Sun gone. Kaelith sat alone on the sandy ground, his expression strangely hollow—like someone who’d had his faith in the world shattered.

“Kaelith?” Aizen asked, walking over.

Kaelith lifted his head, gazing at his friend.

“Sōsuke…”

“That bone armor…it’s literally fused to her skin…”

“There’s…nothing underneath to touch…”

“This is…so cruel! So, so cruel…!!”

Aizen stood there in silent exasperation as Kaelith slumped to the ground, punching the sand in theatrical misery. Finally, Aizen sighed, raised a hand to his forehead, and waited for his blood pressure to stabilize. Then he spoke.

“Calm down and pull yourself together. We need to move soon.”

Kaelith abruptly sat up. A moment ago, he’d been dramatically weeping, yet now his face showed not the slightest tear.

“Move? Where to?”

“Las Noches,” Aizen replied, gazing toward the crescent moon far off in the sky. “Harribel’s two subordinates were captured. Given her character, she’s bound to head there to save them. A Vasto Lorde at full strength can certainly stir up trouble in that place. We’ll lie low in the chaos and see if we can strike at Baraggan or Tsunayashiro Senzo.”

Kaelith blinked. “Strike at them? They’re no pushovers, and they’ve formed an alliance. If we can’t take one of them down in a single blow, it’ll be pointless. They might dig in and hold us off—even join forces. That’d be bad news for us.”

Aizen let out a soft laugh and shook his head.

“We don’t have to kill them outright. Don’t overestimate their bond. Not every alliance is as solid as ours. Baraggan and Tsunayashiro Senzo are just using each other. As long as both remain at full strength, their truce stands. But if one of them shows a fatal weakness, the other will devour him.”

“Our goal is simple: leave one of them critically wounded. If we manage that, Las Noches might soon change hands.”

Kaelith’s eyes lit up. “Brilliant plan! As expected of you, Sōsuke—always scheming like some twisted poison master!”

“…?”

Aizen inhaled sharply, making a mental note to hold a grudge against Kaelith for that remark. He was about to say something when Kaelith suddenly turned toward the distance.

Seeing this, Aizen didn’t hesitate—he began gathering spirit particles for another spell.

A moment later, a Hollow appeared atop a nearby sand dune with a flash of Sonído. It was a large catlike Hollow, fur white as snow, black cracks streaking across its body—a panther of sorts. Judging by its reiatsu, it was an Adjuchas, and a highly evolved one at that. It seemed on the brink of transforming into a Vasto Lorde but lacked the final push.

Aizen’s eyes gleamed. A first-rate subject for research, he thought.

Kaelith, however, found the Hollow oddly familiar.

As Kaelith tried to place the memory, the panther Hollow flickered forward, stopping at a closer vantage. It eyed them warily, as if wanting to approach yet afraid to let down its guard. After a few seconds of silence, it spoke:

“Shinigami.”

Locking eyes on Kaelith, it continued, “You’re a Shinigami, right?”

“Yes, can’t fake that.” Kaelith grinned, taking a few steps closer. “What’s up, big kitty? Neck all itchy? Want me to scratch it?”

The white panther ignored his taunting and inhaled deeply.

“Shinigami, I want to challenge you.”

“I saw your fight just now. You’re strong, far stronger than I am. That’s exactly why I must challenge you.”

Kaelith raised a brow. “You know you can’t beat me, so why bother?”

“Because I want to grow stronger,” the panther answered without hesitation. “If I can defeat you, I’m sure I’ll break through to the next level. I’m a Hollow; my sole purpose is evolution. If I can’t evolve any further, I’d rather die!”

Aizen gave a nearly imperceptible nod, silently agreeing with the sentiment. If only all Hollows were so determined to push their limits…he’d have countless experimental specimens.

Meanwhile, Kaelith felt a growing certainty. He was sure he’d heard of this Hollow before. Stroking his chin, he asked:

“What’s your name?”

“Grimmjow,” the panther declared. “Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.”

Ah—so it’s you, big kitty.

Kaelith let out a chuckle of delight.