Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 31: Woman, Woman, Woman

This question was so unexpected that even Arima Shizuka looked very embarrassed.

He had no idea what Aizen was thinking, so what was he trying to do now? Was he testing me to see if I knew his true identity?

Then how should I answer?

While hesitating, Arima Shizuya saw Aizen's expression suddenly relax, and he immediately reached out and patted his shoulder gently.

"Haha, it seems this question is very difficult for you."

"Then think and worry as much as you want... Shizuya-kun, don't trust others too much, even me."

"After all, who doesn't know what the true nature of a person is like behind the skin and flesh?"

This sudden change made Arima Jing stunned.

Holy shit, is this guy kidding me? This is such a rare situation...

It took him a while to digest this information, and then he couldn't help but speak.

"Teacher Aizen, are you in any trouble?"

The other person's expression froze for a moment.

"Why do you think so, Shizuya-kun?"

Arima Shizuka pondered for a moment, tilted his head, and showed a rather puzzled expression.

"I just feel that...if it was the normal Aizen-sensei, he probably wouldn't tell me these things."

People become sensitive and abnormal when they have difficulty adapting or encounter unexpected events.

This theory can be applied to anyone...

Considering the communication with Urahara Kisuke, it is not difficult to guess that it was Arima Shizuka.

Perhaps there has been some progress in the research on Broken Jade, but it has encountered a similar "bottleneck" situation.

Even a powerful prison warden would have troubles, and this situation itself is not difficult to predict.

It might be more effective if you could comfort him more directly.

But there is no way, Arima Shizuka is still "out of the situation" and naturally cannot act too familiar.

Otherwise, how will you explain your behavior when the time comes?
These thoughts were circling in Arima Shizuya's mind. He raised his right hand and tried his best to imitate Aizen's usual speaking tone.

"After all, if it was the normal Aizen-sensei, he would probably say something like 'It is indeed a bad habit to trust others, but on the other hand, people with this trait are also good at getting along with others', right?"

A mixed bag of good and bad, with good reasons.

Under normal circumstances, Aizen is this kind of "three-dimensional" image that can attack and defend at the same time, which makes people feel headache just by looking at it!

After hearing these words.

There was also a slight change in Aizen's gaze towards Arima Shizuya at this moment.

His lips moved for a moment, and after two breaths of pause, he finally showed a long-lost smile.

It wasn't the usual fake smile.

The corners of Aizen's mouth curled upwards, and his body shook uncontrollably, making a light "hiss" sound...

Then, the unstoppable smile finally burst out like a flood.

Aizen's smile was a little too unpresentable.

"Ha, haha... Shizuya-kun, you are really interesting."

The person involved had a face full of black lines.

No, what are you laughing at? It makes me feel like I've done something outrageous...

"Um, Mr. Aizen, so what's so funny about this?"

The latter took the time to adjust his glasses, and his temperament returned to that calm and composed feeling.

"Haha, you should explore the problem slowly by yourself to gain something, Shizuya-kun."

Well, it seems that this person has indeed changed back...

But it was a bit unpleasant to be laughed at for no reason!
"Shizuya-kun, it looks like it's getting late today... How about I treat you and we go out for dinner before returning to the academy?"

……Um?

Arima Shizuya became three-quarters more energetic.

I take back what I said before, long live the prison master!
"Thank you, Mr. Aizen!"

"Oh, you can only be more alert by hearing these things."

"After all, the food in the 12th Division is not for human consumption, so I got hungry pretty quickly."

"I'll bring these words to Captain Urahara next time?"

“Gu… Please don’t do this…”

The master and the disciple walked side by side, complaining to each other, and disappeared in the afterglow of the sunset.

As mentioned above.

Seireitei is very large, and the divisions of residential areas and barracks are also taken into consideration...

Generally speaking, there are only prosperous commercial areas close to the central area and around a very small number of squads.

The shop that Aizen and Arima Shizuya visited looked quite old.

From the outside, there was nothing going on, but it was surprisingly lively inside.

You can see a lot of people wearing death suits drinking and bragging inside...

The smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma of fried food filled the air, along with a hint of grease from old wood, which made Arima Shizuka frown.

It's a little bit smoky.

But at the same time, it is not difficult to see that this store seems to be quite recognized by the "God of Death".

After all, we have seen many soldiers active in it.

"Shizuya-kun might be a little uncomfortable, right? After all, this is a very famous old shop... The captain-general also patronized here in the early years."

Ah, now it’s not hard to understand.

It is indeed an old-school Japanese decoration style, and the tables, chairs and benches all look authentic.

I can only say that although I don’t like it very much, what else can I say since I’m being treated?

The edification is finished!
Aizen ordered some things with ease, then glanced towards Arima Shizuya and asked.

"Does Shizuya-kun drink?"

"It's okay if you taste it a little bit."

To understanding.

Aizen smiled and nodded, then spoke to the clerk in a kimono beside him.

"Just give him a glass of grape juice, please."

Oh my god, this guy doesn’t listen to others anymore, right?

Arima Shizuka, who was too tired to complain, could only purse her lips and pretend she didn't hear anything... About ten minutes later, a shop assistant dressed in fresh clothes came up to the two of them holding a tray.

"Sorry for the wait~ These are grilled skewers and sashimi, please enjoy."

Small and exquisite roasts, all kinds of chicken are tender but not dry.

The sashimi platter piled up with crushed ice as a base is really interesting.

I have to say that things certified by Mr. Yamamoto are indeed valuable... In order to replenish energy, Arima Shizuka also ordered a few large bowls of beef rice.

While everyone here was eating, Aizen just tasted a few skewers of grilled food before putting down his chopsticks.

He looked at the surroundings calmly, and occasionally glanced at Arima Shizuya.

This makes the parties involved feel a little embarrassed.

Putting down the third empty bowl, Arima Shizuka wiped the corner of her mouth and whispered, "Aren't you going to eat something, Mr. Aizen?"

"It's okay. I wasn't that hungry anyway."

"is that so……"

She could feel that the other party's words were perfunctory, but it was not the time to pursue the matter further, so Arima Jing could only choose to eat her meal in silence.

Good food! Eat more!
During this time, Aizen stood up and said that he was going to the bathroom. Arima Shizuka nodded to show that he understood, and then watched him disappear at the end of the corridor.

While shoveling rice into her mouth, Arima Jing was thinking.

The prison warden seems to be under a lot of pressure. Would it help him relax a little if I tell him more jokes in the next few days?
at this time.

There was a commotion like a commotion on the second floor.

There seemed to be some kind of dispute. I could hear something falling to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Someone is scolding, cursing...

Mixed in with the sound was the sharp explosion peculiar to women, which made everyone present look up involuntarily.

The upstairs is a private room, which cannot be used without advance reservation.

Was there a conflict?

Although there are some gossips in my mind, it is better to mind my own business at this moment.

Seize the time and continue working...

Before her thoughts could come to a halt, Arima Jing saw a black shadow rolling down from the second floor.

Looking closely, that appearance made Arima Shizuya's pupils shrink sharply.

This figure is not that unfamiliar.

Because the other person was the waiter who had just served him the food.

Half of her kimono was torn off, and her two long braids were scattered on the ground, making her look extremely disheveled.

However, compared to these, what is most worrying is the injury on the face.

The entire left side of his face was swollen.

It is a unique and tragic situation caused by the strong invasion of the skin and flesh, the rupture of blood vessels, and the leakage of blood and tissue fluid.

In other words.

She was slapped hard in the face.

Seeing the other person fall at her feet, Arima Shizuka could no longer stand by and watch.

He immediately stood up and helped the other person up.

"Are you OK?"

“Wuwu, wuwu, wuwu…help me, help me!”

I don't know if it was because of the huge shock or because I was already dizzy, but the other party couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

And at this time.

A few joking voices were coming from the corridor not far away.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you running?"

"It's your blessing to be favored by our people."

"It's a shame to ruin such a pretty face... well, it doesn't matter. If you come from behind, you won't be able to see the face."

The vulgar words made everyone present frown.

At the same time, such wanton remarks also revealed the identity of the other party.

It was the murderer.

How can he be so arrogant?

Arima Shizuka also turned around and saw several drunk people walking down from upstairs.

There was nothing memorable about his appearance, and the spiritual pressure emanating from him was not oppressive at all.

The other party is also the god of death.

Or are they the kind of...team members with formal organization?

It can only be said that this situation itself is not too rare.

The Gotei 13 had blood on their hands a thousand years ago, and even now, it is an organization that only exists for the sake of stability, so it is natural that it will not be obsessed with "justice".

What's more, this point has been implicitly stated in the original work.

In the chapter of the invasion of Liehuo, both Inoue Orihime and Ishida Uryu changed their clothes and blended into the Shinigami.

Among them, Inoue has encountered this kind of harassment.

Only she, as the heroine, and with the help of Ishida Uryu, can be protected from these harms.

Put yourself in their shoes. If other female members who were mediocre and had just joined the team encountered this level of harassment, what would they do to protect themselves?

This issue is indeed heavy, and delving into it further will only make you feel helpless.

Fortunately, Arima Jing has no filters for these things, so she can remain calm at this moment.

But after everyone took a clear look at the nameplate wrapped around the arm, most of them changed their expressions drastically.

"They are from the 11th Division..."

"Go, go quickly...if you're targeted, you're doomed!"

"Ah! I must not get involved with this group of psychopaths..."

Arima Jing was also stunned.

……Why?

Aren't the people in the 11th Division all battle-crazed? When did these expensive things that only use the lower body to think come out?

Wouldn't Kenpachi teach him a lesson... No, wait.

Arima Shizuka also suddenly reacted.

A hundred years ago.

The captain of the 11th Division should not be Kenpachi Zaraki.

So who is the captain of this team now?

Just at the moment when their thoughts were concentrated, an extremely heavy and lazy voice came from behind the group of people.

"What... so slow."

A pair of large footprints came into view.

Behind it was a formidable broad body.

The swollen body held up the Death Tyrant Suit high, and after only a few steps, the sound of heavy breathing filled the entire tavern.

"Woman, woman, woman..."

"I just asked you to bring a woman over."

"Can't you even do this? Huh? You're a bunch of rubbish!"

He raised his leg and kicked towards the smiling figure in front of him.

The opponent howled and flew out, smashing three sets of tables, chairs and benches in succession, and finally fell to the ground covered in blood, and was about to die...

Arima Jing also looked at the man blankly, then turned back.

Just happened to make eye contact with the person coming over.

(End of this chapter)