Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Inside the Eleventh Division’s training grounds—

Two figures, both stripped to the waist with their muscular torsos on display, clashed in an intense grapple.

“Haaaahhhh!”

“Oooohhhh!”

Kaelith locked fingers with a burly man, arms fully extended as each tried to overpower the other.

With a bellow, the muscles on Kaelith’s back swelled, their contours twisting together until they seemed to form a demonic visage.

Seeing that pattern, the surrounding onlookers shouted in awe:

“It’s the Demon Back!”

“Such powerful muscles, forming a devil’s face!”

“As expected of Aniki Kaelith!”

“Aniki!!!”

Egged on by the crowd’s cheers, Kaelith forced the burly man’s arms overhead, lifting him off the ground—then slammed him down onto the platform with a resounding crash.

Once sure his opponent couldn’t move, Kaelith grinned and raised his right fist high. A wave of applause and roars erupted from the Eleventh Division spectators.

Stepping off the platform, several squad members rushed forward to attend him. One passed him a towel to wipe off sweat, another offered strong liquor from Rukongai, a third fanned him with a large paper fan.

In the midst of their boisterous adoration, Kaelith made his way to a tall chair draped in animal hide. He plopped down on it; before him sat a low table laden with various dishes.

Kaelith grabbed a large piece of beast-leg, tore off a bite, and chewed.

“Even eating looks so cool when Kaelith-aniki does it!”

“I wish I could be the chair that Aniki sits on!”

“I want to be that chunk of meat, so he could devour me completely!”

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Their exclamations were all admiration… But as Kaelith swallowed a few mouthfuls of meat, a jolt of clarity hit him.

No…

No, this isn’t right!

Kaelith, what are you doing?!

He glanced at the meat in his hand, the burly men sparring nearby, and felt a quiver of alarm.

He was never supposed to let the Eleventh Division consume his life like this.

His plan had been to do the bare minimum, appease Yamamoto, then quickly find a real Kenpachi to replace him.

Yet somehow, he’d actually become the ringleader of these people.

Kaelith, you’ve got bigger goals! You can’t waste time here!

There are so many cute girls in the Soul Society, so many adorable Hollows in Hueco Mundo—everyone’s waiting!

He couldn’t squander the prime of his youth on a bunch of sweaty muscleheads!

With a start, Kaelith sprang to his feet.

“Aniki!”

“What’s wrong, Aniki?”

“Aniki, who do we fight next?!”

Seeing him stand, the surrounding members perked up, eyes shining.

Still gripping the hunk of meat, Kaelith rumbled,

“Third Seat! Gather a few squads—we’re heading out!”

“Heading out?”

“Cough, we’re, uh, going down the mountain!”

He corrected himself under their confused stares.

“To Rukongai!”

He’d already prepared a fallback plan before taking up this post. According to his knowledge, Zaraki Kenpachi should be wandering somewhere in Rukongai by now. The surname “Kenpachi” came from the region he was born in.

If they scoured that area, maybe they’d find him quickly.

If they couldn’t find Zaraki Kenpachi, Kaelith had a Plan B: drag Urahara Kisuke here and make him Captain of the Eleventh.

“Urahara Kenpachi” sounded nice enough!

Kaelith smirked.

Truly, he was a master strategist, always acting with foresight—plan A, plan B, all set up.

Even Sōsuke can’t compete with my cunning!

…

In the First Division barracks, Yamamoto stood by his desk, calmly writing with a brush.

Suddenly, a figure flickered into the room.

“What is it?” Yamamoto asked quietly.

Right now was a time of relative peace in the Soul Society. Barring the sudden appearance of the Wandenreich or an unexpected assault by Senzo Tsunayashiro, not much could truly surprise him.

“Captain-Commander, the Eleventh Division Captain, Kaelith, just led two hundred subordinates out of the Eleventh barracks, heading north into Rukongai!”

“?”

Yamamoto’s brush slipped, his calligraphy line going crooked.

He stared at his aide in surprise.

“How many men?”

“Over two hundred, sir!”

Yamamoto felt his blood pressure rise. “Go inform Captain Hirako Shinji. Tell him to follow and see what’s going on!”

“Yes, sir!”

In no time, Hirako Shinji left the Fifth Division and hurried toward the northern district of Rukongai, tears practically streaming down his face.

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Kaelith, you wretch—now that you’re a Captain, you drag me into your mess too!

Just you wait. Someday, I’ll get my revenge… Maybe on that Sōsuke of yours, since you two are so chummy…

Imagining a series of devious schemes, Shinji felt his mood improve slightly.

…

Meanwhile, over at the Fourth Division barracks— Unohana Retsu sat quietly, flipping through a medical text.

A stealth-garbed Shinigami appeared beside her, quickly relaying information.

After listening, she frowned.

Kaelith… took troops to North Rukongai, heading for Zaraki District?

So he’s found out something?

She hesitated for a moment, then rose, disappearing from the room in a blur.

…

Indeed, as Unohana’s intel indicated, Kaelith had marched his forces straight for Zaraki’s region upon leaving Seireitei.

He kept moving without pause until he reached District 60, where civilization thinned. Finally, he halted, letting the men eat and rest.

Once they reached the 80th District, he planned to deploy them in groups to search for local “powerhouses.”

Zaraki Ward was huge, but with two hundred men diligently asking around, they’d find something within a few days at most.

Sitting for a break and a drink, Kaelith sought out the local shopkeeper, pumping him for clues about any notable tough guys in the area.

The shopkeeper, faced with a Shinigami, dared not hide anything. After a moment’s thought, he wore a troubled expression.

“Well… if it’s a strong man you’re after, I do know of someone. They’re huge, unbelievably strong—never been beaten, far as I’ve heard!

He’s even defeated a few Shinigami who passed through here hunting Hollows. Sounds like exactly who you mean!”

Kaelith raised a brow in surprise.

He’d figured finding Zaraki Kenpachi was going to be a big project—but he’d already gotten a possible lead in the 60th District?

A brute from Rukongai capable of beating Shinigami, with monstrous strength? That matched Zaraki Kenpachi perfectly.

“Where is this man now?” Kaelith asked, excitement creeping into his voice.

But the shopkeeper could only give a wry smile and shake his head.

Just as he was about to speak, a commotion rose in the distance.

“What are Shinigami doing here?”

“Move it, you’re blocking my way to get food!”

Hearing those shouts, the shopkeeper’s face went pale.

“He’s here… He’s here!”

“That fiend just showed up!”