I'm really not the number one slacker in Soul Society.

At this moment, in hell.

Generally speaking, houses built in hell are very difficult to preserve.

Firstly, there's really no building material to be found here. Forget about smelting iron or playing with mud; you can only cut some stones to make do, and it's hard to build anything decent. Secondly, because the Hell Guardians are constantly working overtime like 007 to beat people up, they don't care about environmental damage. If they don't dismantle something during a fight, it's only because the person being beaten up is too weak.

After this back and forth, naturally no houses could be stored up. The places that looked relatively orderly in the whole hell were actually "natural products" that could repair themselves, so everyone could only sleep under the sky and use the ground as a blanket, and their quality of life could only be described as tragic.

So naturally, since there isn't even a place to sleep, there can't possibly be any functional buildings—like conference rooms.

All we need to do is find a few decent stones to sit around and sit on; anything more demanding can only be found in dreams…

In a cave in a desolate wilderness, a gaunt man dressed in black walked into the deepest part.

The figure sitting on the "throne" (referring to a flat, large rock) recounted what had happened before.

"Lord Zenjouji was killed by Kenpachi Kuruyashiki's Bankai, and all the people he took with him have returned to the lava pool!"

"Ah……"

The man in the red cloak snorted: "It doesn't matter. Forcing Kuchiyashiki to use his Bankai is already the best outcome we could have hoped for—so, what happened after that? Did you just stand by and watch from afar?"

The man in black swallowed hard, swallowing back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

—What else can we do but watch? Does anyone think that Kuruyashiki is so weak that he can't even beat a stray cat or dog on the street just because he can't use his Zanpakuto? I know my own limitations perfectly well. Just because I can survive in Hell doesn't mean I like to feed kills, okay? If you're so capable, why don't you go and do it yourself?

Of course, these words couldn't be said to their faces. After all, the man in the red cloak was their leader, and there was no need to cause any unpleasantness over a moment of verbal gratification.

This is the simple and honest environment of hell. Since the weakest and the strongest are both immortal, the emotion of "fear" will only gradually wear away over time, eventually creating a group of crazy people who are fearless.

Such a group of people would certainly not have any reverence for the "leader".

To put it bluntly, we're all in a relationship of mutual exploitation. If you're looking for dreams and empty promises, please turn right and go to the mortal world; in hell, there's only reality.

Of course, those idiots (in a physiological sense) who have been killed by the Hell Guardians and turned into mentally challenged beings are a different story.

"I can't beat him."

Finally, the man in black answered the question quite bluntly: "Besides, Kenpachi Kuruyashiki will soon reunite with the immortal Saito, so there's no point in launching a direct attack."

"Oh?"

At this point, the man in the red cloak became interested: "Saito and Kuruyashiki? Are you sure?"

“I saw it with my own eyes, it can’t be fake.” The man in black answered honestly. “I even followed them for a while. Before they arrived at their base, Kenpachi Kuruyashiki said something to the immortal Saito, and she immediately left in great excitement.”

"I see……"

The man in the red cloak pondered for a moment, then waved his hand listlessly:

"You may leave now. Let him come to me again after Zenjoji is revived."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black turned and left without any politeness—he was utterly rude.

Now only the man in the red cloak remained in the cave. After a long silence, he sighed softly.

"Looks like... it's time to start preparing."

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The next morning, Mima leaned against the artificial hill in the newly built courtyard of the Eighth Division, leisurely sipped his tea, looked at the warm sun in the sky, and felt the cool breeze on his face. He couldn't help but sigh sincerely—

This might be what they call the dawn before darkness (not spelled backwards).

Thinking about it carefully, ever since the incident between Shihouin Hyakugetsu and Ansou Mitsu, he hasn't even had time to do his daily tasks. Watanabe Yama is rushing to become a construction site workhorse, Saki is working like crazy on the script, and Sashi is conducting a carpet search in Hueco Mundo. In the meantime, he also has to maintain his social life, expand his Kido inventory, and monitor whether the five Bankai in his mental space have hatched...

With so many things weighing on him, even with the ability to hold three cards and wait in line, he was still exhausted.

He truly is the world's number one time management master!

Now, having finally endured the hardship of his construction site life, a huge problem has arisen on the other side of the road.

Take a look at the schedule. Even just Watanabe Yama's part includes "guest teaching at Shin'o Spiritual Arts Academy (arranged by Shunsui)," "discussing Ten-Ting Kong Luo group chat mode and Ten-Ting Kong Luo private chat mode with the Kido Sect (an order from the old man Yama)," and "helping Nanao quickly familiarize herself with the team's affairs (she has to fill the hole she dug herself)." Add to that the increased paperwork after the war, and if you think about it carefully, he only gets less than five hours of sleep a day.

Even if Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon us, surely we shouldn't put our bodies and bones to such an extent?

He sighed deeply and cast his empty gaze toward the sky.

Is there any bigger trouble? Bring it all out, I have nothing left to fear!

—The moment the idea popped into his head, he realized he had planted a flag for himself and immediately had the thought of reversing his mind.

But it was too late.

An elderly man with white hair and a streak of red highlights walked in from outside. Upon seeing him, he nodded slightly and greeted him, "Vice Captain Watanabe, it's been a month since we last met, and you still look as dashing as ever."

"You've had a good time, Mr. Chongya." Mi Zhen returned the man's greeting, "It is I who have failed to greet you properly."

The newcomer was none other than Genjiro Oki, the third seat of the First Division, a veteran powerhouse who had delivered the medicine to the old man two months ago during the battle.

He's a rare guest; the Eighth Division shouldn't have had any business dealings with him recently.

Mi Zhen felt a sense of unease rising in her heart—could it be another big trouble?

Chapter 182: Come on, give them a live performance!

After leading Genjiro Okiya into the reception room and serving him a cup of tea, the latter slowly began to explain the purpose of his visit.

But he still kept everyone in suspense for a moment: "Vice Captain Watanabe, do you remember what day it is today?"

"July 20th...does it have any special significance?" Mi Zhen hesitated for a moment, vaguely feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something, and chuckled, "Please forgive me, I've been overwhelmed by too much work lately, and my brain isn't working very well. Please enlighten me, Third Seat Chongya."

"It was my oversight." Genjiro laughed and reminded him, "The graduation ceremony of the Shinigami Academy is the day after tomorrow. According to the rules, each squad should organize people to recruit new members at the academy in the next few days."

Hmm? It seems like that's actually true.

About a week ago, while he was processing official documents, he received the appointment document from the First Division, which instructed the Eighth Division to organize manpower. This matter should actually have been under Harumi's jurisdiction, so Mima handed in the document as usual and then put the matter out of his mind.

Three days ago, Chunshui was sent by Old Man Shan to carry out an unknown secret mission and would not be able to return in the short term. Naturally, this task would fall to him, the deputy captain. However, he was busy preparing to deal with Xiumu Xianghe at the time and completely forgot about it.

Such important matters usually require a list of participants to be provided several days in advance for verification and arrangement by the First Division to ensure that no problems arise. It's no wonder that Genjiro Okiga came to confirm this in person, since it was delayed until this time.

After all, the old man wasn't assigned the task of rebuilding Seireitei, and lately he's been living a carefree life, occasionally doing some errands as a warm-up.

Fortunately, it's just a job fair, nothing serious, as long as we follow the procedures...

Wait, the day after tomorrow?

He raised an eyebrow, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his head.

"Oh dear, look at my brain..."

Mima patted his head and bowed to Okiya Genjiro, saying, "It's kind of Okiya, the third seat, who has come to inform me. I'll go and make the arrangements right away."

"No rush, no rush, the graduation oath ceremony won't start until noon the day after tomorrow."

Genjiro Oki took a sip of tea and smiled, "Now that Vice-Captain Watanabe is aware of this, my task is complete. Please prepare well—this also concerns the image of the Eighth Division."

"Easy to say..."

They exchanged a few more polite words.

After seeing Genjiro Okiya off, Mima immediately began his operation.

He rushed into his room, rummaged through his drawers and found a set of paper and brushes, and began to write.

This is one of his habits. When thinking about things, he writes down the keywords that come to mind, which helps him to clarify his thoughts and examine the problems he faces from a relatively objective perspective.

The timing of the academy's graduation oath this year was quite coincidental; it was exactly the day they had arranged to meet Aizen again.

He was still troubled about how to convince the Gotei 13 and the 46 Chambers that there would be changes in Hell. The planned plan was to openly visit the First Division's quarters in his messenger cloak, explain the situation to the old man, and pave the way for the next step.

However, this approach has a significant drawback: it is not difficult to convince the Seireitei that this matter is not difficult, but it is very troublesome to motivate them.

Old Man Shan is one thing; although he is old-fashioned, he is by no means someone who cannot listen to advice. As long as the reasoning is reasonable, it will not be difficult to get him to be vigilant and guard Seireitei.

The problem is in Room 46.

Having spent over a decade in this corrupt bureaucratic system, Mima knew all too well how brain-dead those old fogies were. Even when the enemy had reached the outskirts of Seireitei, they couldn't let go of their arrogance and still felt that everything was in their hands, insisting on "following the rules."

Of course, following the rules isn't the problem. The problem is that Room 46 only thinks about its own power and has no ability or courage to face any major threats. Those old men and women who are experts in internal strife but no experts in external strife probably can't even handle the most basic tactics. Follow their rules? You might as well find a rope and hang yourself.

If the timing weren't too right (referring to the fact that Ichigo Kurosaki hadn't been born yet), he really wanted to take care of those old bastards right now.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be done.

In other words, we need to find another way.

What kind of situation can unite a group of idiots?

It was certainly a crisis, a powerful external enemy.

Even the dumbest dogs and donkeys will become smarter once they realize they could lose their heads at any moment.

Of course, we can't really wait until danger comes, because "becoming smart" is a skill with a long lead time, and the madmen in hell won't give them that chance.

So, all you need to do is get one shot.

Coincidentally, around noon the day after tomorrow, most of the important figures in Seireitei will be attending the ceremony at the Shinigami Academy. Graduates will showcase their talents and express their aspirations at that event—in short, it's a high-class talent recruitment market where almost all the fresh blood of the Shinigami is replenished.

A large number of people means a huge stage.

Simply put, he wanted to give the old folks in Room 46 a little shock.

After taking stock of the cards in my hand, I realized I had enough to unleash a powerful combo.

Great, let's do it that way.

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After a while, Mizhen collected the manuscript paper covered with large amounts of ghostly scribbling on the table and burned it to ashes using the Ghost Path.

Although no one in the world except him could understand this cipher, it was still safer to destroy it immediately.

He casually grabbed the Death Knight uniform and put it on, then put on the vice-captain's armband. Finally, he went over the plan he had just drafted in his mind. Feeling that everything was in order, he hummed a song and walked out of the room. He made a few turns and arrived at Nanao's door, where he raised his hand and knocked twice.

"Are you there? I'm coming in."

The moment he made a sound, a series of chaotic noises suddenly came from inside the room, as if something had fallen to the ground with a clatter, mixed with sounds of impact and cries of pain.

Mizhen was startled and immediately flung open the door and jumped inside.

"What happened...wait?"

After jumping into the house, he saw a scene that left him speechless.

Ise Nanao, the famous model student of Seireitei, is a rigid and serious person who is not even ten years old but is as old as an old lady. On her desk is a pile of terrible things - specifically, a collection of drawings that depict the human body curves, which is elegantly called Liu Bei.