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

Chapter 351 360: Getting to Know You Again
"Emergency handling..."

"Excessive blood loss..."

"Increase output! Don't give up at a time like this!"

"Use spiritual energy to form meridians, and imitate what Captain Arima did before... at least keep your heart beating first!"

"What? You can't do it?! I... Damn it! Are you saying we Grim Reapers can't even do something this simple?!"

"Hey! Someone's bringing Quincy here. Get out of the way!"

"How can we let the enemy help us at a time like this?! Stop talking nonsense and get these people away from us! If you get in the way of Captain Unohana... I'll kill you all right here!"

"But there's no other way now, is there? Stop insisting on that nonsense. Saving lives is the most important thing right now!"

"Make way...make way, everyone! Captain Kuchiki, this isn't the time to be reckless!"

"Hey? Wait a minute... There's no time for arguing! Tell those two who've already started fighting to stop!"

"Why are you arguing over eyebrows? Where is the Captain-Commander?!"

……

In a daze, Shizuka also felt her body rising and falling, drifting.

He felt as if he were immersed in a gelatinous liquid, his body slowly, gradually sinking with the help of gravity.

But it also felt as if countless hands were gripping his body at that moment, pulling him forcefully in the opposite direction...

My body felt like it was being torn apart, with waves of aching and swelling pain.

Feeling tired...

The sense of powerlessness welling up from the depths of her heart, and the emptiness that seemed to follow the 'achievement of the goal,' completely enveloped Ma Shizuya's thoughts at this moment.

He longed to immerse himself in this boundless freedom forever.

But the faint sounds that emerged subtly changed his mood.

'Don't die...'

It's impossible to tell who's speaking.

How many faces flashed before my eyes?
As Ma Shizuka looked at these faces, some familiar, some strange, and some vaguely familiar... until finally her body suddenly felt light.

It felt like I was reborn, and I felt a sense of uplifting ease.

Open your eyes again.

What comes into view is an utterly unfamiliar ceiling.

Arima Shizuya's gaze was somewhat vacant, as if he were a transmigrator completely unable to accept or understand the current situation. He just stared blankly at it for a long time...

Only when fragments of memory surfaced in his mind did he belatedly turn his head and gaze toward his side.

It's easy to see that this is a temporary campsite.

Whether it's the tents used for shelter or the tables and chairs placed nearby, the overall impression is one of 'emergency' preparedness.

Arima Shizuka didn't care much about these things; he just looked at them for a while before quickly looking away.

He was more concerned about the other person who was lying on the edge of the bed.

That was a woman who did not exist in my memory.

Her hair was tied up in a bun shape, and she had a petite figure, leaning towards a more slender appearance.

The other person's face showed a visible sign of fatigue, as if they were only able to rest for a moment because of physiological needs.

Shizuka Arima also noticed the wooden plaque-like object hanging on the other person's right arm.

It has the number 'five' written on it.

"..."

Is this the person taking care of me?
Before he could say anything, a sudden voice came from above.

"Has he woken up already? Even faster than we expected."

"As expected of that man's final scheme... It seems there's still much more to study about your body."

"But before that, please come over first. We have a lot of things to discuss with you."

Who is it?

Shizuka Arima silently raised her head.

I saw a device that looked like a speaker, placed right in the center of the ceiling.

at the same time.

While staring at the screen in front of her in the laboratory, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who had no time to put on makeup, was holding a walkie-talkie in her hand.

continued.

“I know you have a lot of questions, so in order to share our information and reach a consensus as quickly as possible... I think we should both hurry up and work together.”

"Although it's a bit late, self-introduction is still an essential part."

"This shouldn't be our first meeting. My name is Mayuri Kurotsuchi, and I'm also the captain of the 12th Division."

Hinamori Momo, who had been dozing off nearby, was startled awake almost immediately.

She made some awkward "ah ah ah" sounds, but quickly noticed Shizuya Arima's gaze and swallowed the rest of her noises.

"Um... Captain Arima... no! Mr. Arima Shizuya, are you awake?"

Without answering immediately, Arima Shizuka simply stared at the other person's face, then frowned slightly and spoke.

Do you...recognize me?

Visible to the naked eye.

The other person's expression became somewhat indescribably blank, as if she had been struck by something; her lips tightened and her body began to tremble slightly.

incredible?

Even this level of detail might not be enough to describe even a fraction of the other person's current state.

After a brief and momentary pause.

The other person raised their head again, which had been drooping slightly, and forced a smile. Ma Jing could also see the slight glint of tears in their eyes.

"Yes, I know you!"

“I have heard about your deeds and I know what you have done.”

“I, I… I think it would be great if I could get to know you all over again.”

A bittersweet feeling welled up inside me.

It's simply impossible to investigate this further, because at the same time...

With a loud bang, the door beside them was pushed open, and another tall and aloof woman stood there.

Unlike the traditional Grim Reaper attire, the other party's bodycon skirt was quite eye-catching... but it only caught Arima Shizuya's attention for a moment.

Because his expression started to look a little strange.

He raised his right hand slightly and gently pressed his temple, letting out a soft groan.

Here we go again... that familiar yet strangely unfamiliar feeling.

“Mr. Arima, I am Nemu Kurotsuchi, Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s second-in-command. I will now take you to the captain’s location… Is this convenient for you?”

There is no room for refusal.

Arima Shizuka also lowered her right hand and nodded slightly in response.

The two left the room without looking back, with Hinamori Momo following at a distance, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to find the right words.

After stepping into the outer corridor...

There were a surprisingly large number of people outside.

They were all oddly dressed guys; compared to the image of 'Grim Reaper' in our minds, their attire seemed more casual.

Arima Shizuka also showed a rather curious look.

However, these people all looked away, seemingly out of shame, or perhaps because some subtle emotion was brewing within the crowd.

With a strange thought in mind, Arima Shizuka left the corridor.

"Mr. Arima, you're very curious, aren't you?"

Nie Yinmeng suddenly spoke, and after a moment of contemplation, the person in question nodded slightly.

"Hmm... I don't understand why you all have those expressions." "Because everyone feels they owe you something... I feel the same way."

Yeah.

But it's a pity.

"I have absolutely no memory of that..."

He raised his hand and pointed to his temple.

There was an indescribable subtlety in Arima Shizuya's tone.

“I can sense that some things have been explicitly erased from my memory. This must be related to you, right?”

Within the known range.

No one can do something to that extent.

Unless one does it to oneself... That is why Shizuka Arima came to the following conclusion.

"My original self, no... or rather, the self before the split, must have done something beforehand... Although I don't understand the meaning, it must have had a purpose."

Although Nie Yinmeng did not turn around, her tone at this moment carried a hint of emotional fluctuation.

"Regardless of your opinion, even if it's just these people's self-redemption... they will spontaneously reflect on their own behavior."

"is it?"

Pause for a moment.

Shizuka Arima then stopped worrying about it.

"Then do as you please."

Not far behind.

A tall woman with short silver hair seemed unable to contain her emotions any longer. She covered her face with her hands and began to sob softly.

The woman beside him, with a compassionate expression, sighed softly, pulled him into her arms, and began to comfort him in a low voice.

A guy with a fox head seemed unable to tolerate the atmosphere.

He let out a muffled groan and took a step toward the direction where Arima Shizuya had left.

Before he could take two steps, another guy with blond hair blocked his way.

"Komamura, what are you doing?"

The guy had a rather ferocious expression on his face, looking like a canine about to go berserk and bite.

"Get out of the way! Hirako! I'm going to remind that guy of his former comrades. This is outrageous!"

Hirako Shinji calmly raised his head, his tone completely unwavering at this moment.

"Although I'd love to do that too, from our perspective, can we still utter such arrogant words now..."

Pause for a moment.

He added softly.

"Wasn't the death sentence for Arima Shizuka a result of a vote? In other words, it was our choice that led to his hanging. Now... do we really want him to rediscover us?"

Although being thick-skinned is also a kind of talent.

but……

"I just feel that this kind of thing is really too unethical, isn't it?"

We are the ones who did bad things, and now we want to use a benevolent attitude to cover up our past... Such a shameless act.

It's utterly despicable.

Komamura Sajin remained silent for a moment, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious, his fists clenched and trembling slightly.

"So, are we just going to watch these people be heartbroken?!"

Another short man stepped forward, crossed his arms over his chest, and said with a furrowed brow.

"There's no point in discussing this... Now that he's awake, we have other things to do, right? Let's stop standing around here."

Hitsugaya Toshiro turned his gaze to the side.

Matsumoto Rangiku, as the vice-captain, nodded slightly and jogged into the room to take out Hinamori Momo, who had also started wiping away tears.

The crowd began to disperse, but one pale-faced man remained standing near the corridor.

His body was wrapped in multiple layers of bandages, and even with a loose haori draped over his shoulders, the wounds and scars on his neck were still hard to conceal.

The lips, pale from lack of blood, even gave off a slightly dazed feeling.

Renji Abarai said cautiously from the side.

"Captain... Shall we go back too?"

"You go first."

Kuchiki Byakuya leaned against the corridor wall and slowly closed his eyes. His lips pressed together, as if he were enduring something…

Until a faint trace of blood seeped from the corner of her lips.

"..."

Renji Abarai, scratching his head in frustration, started to agonize again.

Although following the captain's orders to leave was the right choice, he quickly recalled Rukia Kuchiki's instructions.

—My older brother is prone to impulsive and irrational behavior in these kinds of situations, so I can only ask you for help!

There's really not much that can be done about it.

The combination of brother-in-law and boss is just so troublesome!

And on the other side.

Unaware of all that had happened behind her back, Arima Shizuya eventually learned from Nemuru Nichiru what had happened during her unconsciousness after a long and winding journey.

It turns out that two whole days have passed.

"In order to bring you back to consciousness, the Shinigami and the Quincy have reached a cooperation agreement."

"We tried almost everything we could, and finally succeeded in repairing your heart defect..."

"This was a complex surgery that was completed through the collaboration of Captain Kurotsuchi and Kisuke Urahara. According to the descriptions of the two patients... even if it is not as good as the original, the effect and compatibility are definitely over 99%."

Are you injured?

Arima Shizuka belatedly lowered her head and looked at her chest.

The chest area, which had been pierced and left a crater, has now been completely filled in and restored to its original shape.

Aside from slight changes in the skin due to pigmentation, there is almost no difference.

That's a very skillful technique.

Amidst her reflections, Shizuka Arima did not forget to press for more information.

"And what about Yhwach?"

He personally defeated it, even turning it into a pulp... These memories are still fresh in his mind, and naturally, they are matters of great concern to him.

Nie Yinmeng said without turning her head.

"It's a pity that he got away."

"……Why?"

"I don't know, and that's an important reason why you need to discuss this."

She suddenly stopped and, after fiddling with the door in front of her, opened the emergency isolation door.

Arima Shizuka also made eye contact with the people inside.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who was in the lead, turned his head slightly and said in a calm tone.

“I heard everything you were discussing, so… let me state a conclusion first.”

"What is certain at present is that... that guy escaped back to the Invisible Empire through unknown means."

"At the same time, the instrument we implanted in one of the guards also received feedback."

After a pause, Mayuri Kurotsuchi spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Yohabach has been resurrected."

(End of this chapter)