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

Chapter 77: The heartbeat that took nine hundred years to retrieve
I……

From birth to the beginning.

He couldn't see, hear, speak, or move.

But even so, I still survived... This is a revelation and a sign, indicating that I should survive.

To bring compassion and love to the world.

Like lambs, corpse-like mortals crave my power.

If there is hope and expectation, there must be a response.

Come on, reach out and touch my body. Let me feel your thoughts, your expectations, everything about you...

My blood, my power, split it and divided it into one corner.

Take it away with you. This is my favor. Please keep it in mind.

But...

Human beings are also fragile and pitiful lives.

As fragile as ephemeral flowers, they will disappear silently in just a moment of distraction.

It is beautiful because it is short-lived.

And the poor people who have shared my power will eventually return to my body with their souls.

What a pitiful world people are.

Lament, regret, feel angry, and even feel sad.

This is the power of death, a link in the cycle of reincarnation, and the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the people.

If the world were to be integrated again, perhaps there would no longer be this gap between life and death.

I hear the cries of my people, and I will respond.

I can give power to the ignorant, and I can also reap the souls of the lost.

Therefore.

There is no need to be afraid, no need to be fearful.

I am the father of all things.

The world will eventually return to my command and become the road on my journey, carrying me to the high platform, and even to the sky that dominates everything.

The world is waiting for me to save it, and everything in the world is waiting for me to trample upon it.

I feel...

Souls are gathering.

I opened my eyes, heard the murmur, and spoke the words.

I walked upon the earth, and from then on... my name began to be sung.

The torrent hidden in the shadows extinguished the disaster that had existed for hundreds of years.

Like rusty gears, they began to mesh stiffly and awkwardly - but even this slowness was laughable.

The empire that made people unable to take their eyes off had also begun to stir.

Listen.

The bells are ringing at dusk.

The lost crowd like lambs gathered and prayed. They offered their beliefs and pursued power, freedom, and dreams until their souls were transformed into the shape of loyalty.

It doesn't matter what the goal is.

Because Your Majesty will lead us to victory.

So there is no need to feel ashamed, let alone be so-called reserved. Just sing the true name of our Majesty.

Its name.

Yohabach.

……

…………

………………

thump.

The sudden and shocking echo lingered over the entire earth.

Mortals, like lambs, cried for joy, ran around to tell each other, and shared this hard-earned joy and shock.

Everything.

Everything will happen just as the prophecy says.

It took His Majesty nine hundred years to regain his own heartbeat, and its sound has spread throughout the empire, and will eventually bring together the most capable people here.

Because of this, all flows will follow Your Majesty's guidance, begin to converge, and begin to merge.

and so.

Wait with confidence.

Waiting for Your Majesty to use the next ninety years to regain his thoughts.

Waiting for Your Majesty to regain power in the next nine years.

Waiting for His Majesty to spend the next nine days...

Take the world back. …

"Ah!"

Arima Shizuka, who was sorting books, couldn't help but sneeze.

He rubbed his nose, his throat sobbed for a moment, and his face looked quite tired.

The members of the 8th Division nearby turned their heads and stared over here.

"What's wrong, do you have a cold?"

"No, I'm just allergic, that's all... Hehe, thank you for your concern."

All I can say is that given Arima Shizuya's physical condition, he really has no affinity with alcohol nowadays.

Ever since the 'cocktail party' ended yesterday, Arima Shizuka has been in this sickly state.

After all, who would have thought that spirits would have the concept of alcohol allergy?

The soldier beside him nodded as if he understood, and spoke in a relaxed tone while busying himself with the work at hand.

"How's it going, working for the Eighth Division?"

"It's really easy..."

"Right~ As someone who has been through this, I have to remind you, don't fill in the application form randomly next time, some teams are not the ones you should go to!"

For example?
Arima Shizuka also looked at the other party and spoke like she knew everything.

"The Third Division and the Fifth Division are like two bricks. The death rate of the former is even more exaggerated! The Fourth Division has to clear the sewers, the Ninth Division patrols the dungeons all day long, and the Thirteenth Division has to go on business trips to the world at any time..."

Ha ha.

If you let this out, you won't know how many times you deserve to die...

I can only say that the other party does trust me more.

Just as Kyoraku Shunsui said, during these days of getting along, Arima Shizuka could also feel that the other party had no ill intentions at all.

"I see. I will take this as a reference. Thank you for your guidance, senior."

"Yes! I'm really looking forward to having someone like you work in the 8th Division. There are too few people who work so well and methodically like you~"

Obviously, everyone came to the 8th Division because they were slacking off at work...

Captain Kyoraku, are you really going to ignore the atmosphere in your team?

With a helpless sigh, Arima Shizuya's attention shifted to the previous topic.

"Excuse me, are the missions of the 13th Division the type that often require them to travel to the human world?"

"Yeah, don't you know?"

I really don't have any impression.

But soon, Arima Jing reacted.

The reason why Rukia Kuchiki went to the human world was because she was a member of the 13th Division.

After briefly recalling the relevant content, Arima Jing also roughly remembered these things.

'A squad that specifically sends members to the real world to perform soul burials and purify hollows. Most of the members are sent to the real world to perform duties, and the squad has been fighting on the front line against hollows for many years.'

It turns out that the Thirteenth Division is the real "war maniacs".

Should we consider transferring some of the capable fighters from the 11th Division to the 13th Division to give them a chance to shine?
It can only be said that because of Ukitake Jushiro, Arima Shizuka's impression of this squad is too thin.

Just when I was feeling emotional.

The brother next to him hummed a tune, put down the things in his hands, and walked out of the secret room happily.

Arima Shizuka also turned around and looked at the clock next to her.

Tsk...it's time, right?

It’s so nice to get off work on time.

Arima Jing also packed up simply and after a few minutes, she pushed the door open and walked out.

Unexpectedly, there was a familiar figure standing outside.

"Oh, you're quite diligent. You came out only after everyone else had left?"

Seeing Kyoraku Shunsui standing at the door with a smile on his face, Arima Shizuya began to sweat on his forehead.

"Captain Kyoraku, I really can't drink anymore..."

"Ahaha, I was wrong yesterday. I'll be more careful next time. It's just that today is a little different. If you have time, please come with me."

So is there something urgent?
"It's not something exaggerated. I just went to chat with Mr. Shan and share some small talk."

"..."

Ok?
Meeting with Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?

As if he had not noticed the expression on Arima Shizuya's face at all, Kyoraku Shunsui rubbed his chin and spoke in a reminiscent tone.

"Shan Ye has had this habit for a long time. Every year at this time, he would hold a small party, saying it was to commemorate something."

It was so long ago that it was difficult to recall the specific year.

But fortunately.

The captain of the intelligence department is not at all troubled.

"Right, it probably started about nine hundred years ago."

(End of this chapter)