Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

Haruto asked:

"Can't it still be a matter of rules?"

"Yes, because it involves the distribution of credit."

The answer given by Mutsuki-sensei was still outrageous.

"Captain Hikifune shouldn't be such a person, right?"

"But Captain Hikifune focuses on research and rarely manages these trivial matters. Being able to control the private sale of spiritual tools is already a huge breakthrough."

"If we still go against the entire squad in this regard..."

"It's not easy to be a captain."

Mutsuki-sensei's explanation made Haruto want to curse, but her answer was undoubtedly from the perspective of the nobles and the Mao Spiritual Arts Institute——

This might even be a bit radical.

"..."

how to say.

Because Haruto has been enjoying the benefits of the aristocratic system, he has never thought that many things in Soul Society have long been rotten from the roots.

It was only now that after listening to Mutsuki-sensei's words and the brief exchange with the Quincy, Haruto finally had a deeper understanding.

"All right."

Haruto rubbed his sore temples.

"I understand what the teacher means."

"That is to say, gather everyone together now, and after the cracking of the 12th Division is completed, we will contact the 13th Division?"

"Yes."

Mutsuki nodded, confirming Haruto's statement.

"What if they can't finish it in one day?"

"Vice Captain Haiyan will come to this world, and we don't need to interfere with the remaining issues."

"......understood."

Teacher Mutsuki’s meaning is very clear:

Now that the two biggest threats to the soul burial internship have been solved by Haruto, the remaining minor issues can be left to the Gotei 13 team.

"correct."

Teacher Mutsuki stopped Haruto who was about to close his eyes and rest.

"Teacher, do you have any more questions?"

"When you killed this guy, were there no other witnesses?"

Mutsuki asked, pointing to the pile of frozen meat.

"No."

Haruto shook his head.

"......a."

"Teacher, just tell me."

Haruto motioned to Mutsuki not to be so cautious.

"There are too many forces involved in this incident, and it will definitely cause a big fuss in the end, and among the dead students there are several noble heirs..."

"You must be prepared to be held accountable by the noble meeting."

Mutsuki said seriously.

"Gold Seal?"

Haruto just asked two words.

"That doesn't mean..."

The Golden Seal Nobles' Meeting is the highest decision-making meeting in which the four nobles participate.

"Teacher, don't worry."

"The Kuchiki family is protecting me. Not to mention the noble meeting, even the Golden Seal noble meeting may not be able to do anything to me."

Haruto knew very well that after showing his true value, the Kuchiki family would not abandon him easily; not to mention, the relationship between him and Byakuya was enough to slightly influence the judgment of the upper echelons of the Kuchiki family.

"But the Kuchiki family is fighting against the Tsunayashiro family. If they take action, the Tsunayashiro family might also get involved."

"If I were the leader of the Kuchiki clan, staying out of the matter would be the best outcome for both parties."

Mutsuki gave Haruto a serious explanation.

"Takashi Kumoi was saved by you."

It seemed that although the boy ran in the wrong direction, he at least managed to meet him.

"The Kasumitalu family needs to accept this favor. With this relationship, other superior nobles will not interfere casually."

"As for the noble meeting hosted by the mid-level nobles... I think this will be another test for you from the Kuchiki family."

"..."

"Thank you for your reminder."

Teacher Mutsuki's words were not said to be enlightening, but they did play a great role in Haruto: Haruto also considered this aspect and left the silver cross as evidence, but it was certainly not as detailed as what Teacher Mutsuki said.

"I know what to do."

"?"

Under the confused gaze of Teacher Mutsuki, Haruto stretched out his right hand towards the corpses that were finally arranged:

"Waste Flame"

"call!!"

The raging fire burned all traces to ashes.

"a!?"

"Musuki-sensei, I misremembered my opponent's abilities."

The firelight illuminated Haruto's apologetic face.

"The effect of his sacred arrow destruction is..."

"Death without a body."

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Naruki City.

Dim lights, narrow streets.

It was still afternoon, and pedestrians who would go out in such a snowstorm were only a minority among the minority - because the environment here was too cramped, no sunlight would penetrate even on a sunny day, so a twenty-four-hour spot was specially installed. bright street lights.

"Squeak."

"Crunch."

The boots made irregular squeezing sounds as they stepped on the layers of snow.

The tall man wearing a black leather jacket casually knocked off the thin snow on the brim of his hat and turned his head to look at the sky covered with dark clouds.

"boom."

There was a faint explosion not far away.

"oh?"

"The Shinigami and the Quincy are fighting."

Ordinary people naturally cannot see the figure of the Death God, let alone find traces of the Quincy through the barrier.

"Tsk, tsk."

The male curled his lips.

"In the past, I might have gone up to help."

The steady and long breathing sound melted the falling snowflakes in the air.

"Now..."

The man rubbed his calloused palms and put them back into his jacket pockets.

"I have done my best by not going up to chop you all."

The man retracted his gaze and continued to walk towards the deepest part of the narrower street.

"Crunch."

"Crunch."

The snowflakes fell evenly around him, and the irregular and unpleasant sound was probably due to the quality of the boots.

"Click."

Finally, the man stopped in front of the old wooden door that was almost full of garbage... No, this so-called house was originally made of garbage.

"Dongdong."

The man did not care about the surrounding environment, but knocked on the door very solemnly.

"..."

No response.

"Dongdong."

The man did not stop his action.

Even if he did not consider the ability of the inhuman part, the man's instinct told him that the target he was looking for was here.

"..."

The snow did not stop.

The breathing sound that announced his existence did not stop.

The man stood in front of the door until his head was covered in white.

"......Who?"

A timid and weak voice finally came from inside the door.

"Hidejiro?"

The man read out the boy's name directly in his low and hoarse voice.

"......Who are you?"

The man who stood there like an iron tower, looking at the door that quietly opened a crack, did not answer the boy's question:

"Do you want to change your life?"

"......"

The boy did not answer.

Instead, after waiting for what seemed like a long, long time, he finally nodded gently.

"Then follow me."

"Squeak."

"Squeak."

The man took a step without looking back.

It seemed that he was not worried at all whether the little boy in a single layer of clothes could keep up with his pace in such a cold winter.

"You can call me..."

The dignified wind and snow were completely blocked by the tall back in front of him.