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

After forming an alliance with Aizen, his camp gained another first captain.

Mizhen pondered for a moment.

In terms of captain-level combat power, I count three, Aizen counts many, Tosen counts one, Gin will soon count one, and this ancestor who claims to be no weaker than Hana should also count many... On the other hand, the Gotei 13 only has seven captains left.

Thinking about it this way, if he plays his cards right, it seems like he has enough cards to start a rebellion sooner rather than later...

anyway……

Something seems off... What did I overlook?

"and many more!"

Suddenly, he remembered a very important question that he had to ask.

What should we do about Nanao?

According to his spiritual pressure perception, the girl did indeed follow his instructions, running back to the corner of her room and crouching down with her head in her hands in defense...

It still seemed to be trembling.

"Uh... well..."

Mi Zhen's eyebrows twitched twice. "Our cooperation should be top secret, right?"

Lu Quba Yunzhai nodded: "Of course, the more people who know, the greater the risk. I don't want to be caught by Yuan Liuzhai one morning."

"So, how do you plan to deal with Nanao..."

Although she felt that what he said was a bit strange, like a villain planning to kill someone to silence them, Mima still gritted her teeth and continued, "It was that little girl from earlier, she saw our conversation."

“Of course, I’ll use my abilities to shut her up.” Shikatori Hakunsai raised his Zanpakuto. “This child can keep secrets well—not in the sense of ‘the dead keep the most secrets’.”

"Will...will there be any harm?"

"I've never used this on children... If I had to say, there might be some psychological issues involved?" she said, stroking her chin uncertainly. "But it shouldn't be... too serious?"

Please, please don't use questions in situations like this...

“…That won’t do.” Mima sighed. “Is there any way without any side effects? Putting aside my situation, Nanao is the captain’s niece.”

Chapter 77: The Fine Tradition of the Eighth Division [Second Update]

"Is there such a thing?"

Lu Qubaiyunzhai was surprised for a moment, then pondered for a while, raised his hand in a palm-blade shape and said: "I know a technique that can use physical blows to make people lose their short-term memory. As long as it is controlled well, there will be no aftereffects... at most, it will cause a headache for a short period of time."

"This……"

He pondered for a while, feeling a bit of a headache, and realized that he really couldn't come up with any good way to make someone lose their memory.

It seems there's only one answer left...

Why did things turn out this way...?

A few minutes later, in Nanao's room.

Mizhen looked at the small figure that had collapsed to the ground and sighed deeply.

I, Watanabe, have already become a qualified villain...

Although I was already quite the villain when I betrayed the Masked Army and played multiple roles, it was still an action that fully utilized my wisdom and strength. It can be said that I gained some fashion value and made some achievements in terms of sophistication.

Only the most despicable, third-rate villains would do something like beating up a child...

Because he was worried about Shikaku Hakunsai, he spent some time learning this amazing memory erasure (physical) technique from her. It must be said that it was indeed a very practical thing. With just one simple hand chop, it could achieve the effect that many demonic arts were powerless. Moreover, it was not difficult to control. It was truly the best skill for killing and silencing witnesses at home or on the go.

Then he ran over and started hitting him.

And then it became what it is now.

Something inside me seems to be aching faintly; is it my soon-to-be-lost integrity...?

Mima reached out and smoothed the twitching corner of her mouth, then bent down, picked up Nanao and carried her to the table, arranging her in a bent-over position. She then placed a book next to her, which served as a makeshift cover for the scene.

In this way, when she wakes up, she will probably only think that she fell asleep while reading, and won't think of anything else.

"Oh? Not bad."

Shikatori Hakunsai blinked and clapped his hands a few times, saying, "Your strength control is perfect. It seems you have some knowledge of Hakuda. Did you study it at the Second Division?"

"My studies are quite diverse." Mi Zhen rubbed his temples. "...Now there shouldn't be any oversights. Tell me about your plan, senior."

"Well... before that, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"what's up?"

"Could you find me a place to sleep first?"

Lu Qubaiyunzhai yawned appropriately: "Escape from the Abyss is a very troublesome thing. I haven't had a proper rest for two weeks. If you're not in a hurry, I'd like to lie down for a while."

Mima stroked her chin, pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "It's not entirely impossible..."

"That's wonderful." She rested her cheek on her clasped hands and said in a sweet tone, "Junior, you get a hundred points."

To be honest, this set of movements looks quite cute—if you don't consider her actual age.

Young girls are acting mature, and older women are acting cute. Is this what they call the reversal of extremes?

"Then please come with me."

Mi Zhen sighed and stepped out of the room first: "I'll take this opportunity to introduce you to the 'hiding place'."

"Oh? You've made up your mind so quickly?"

Shikatoshi Hakunsai put his hands behind his back and followed Mima with light steps.

.............................................

A few dozen seconds later, in Mi Zhen's room.

He lifted a tatami mat in the corner of the room, then tapped twice on the exposed wooden floor. With a flash of light, a piece of the floorboard slowly moved to the left, revealing a mysterious passage underneath.

"Shikatori-senpai, please wait here for me."

He said something to Lu Qubaiyunzhai, and then decisively jumped down.

Several meters below the passage was a spacious basement.

There are several shelves inside, displaying items rarely seen in Soul Society, such as record players, cameras, coffee machines, and even a motorcycle with a very old-fashioned style.

Because he has a habit of regularly going to the human world to stroll and shop, during his years in the Eighth Division, he secretly dug out this secret base to use as a warehouse. The entrance has a sensor-activated Kido lock, so even a mosquito flying in has to get his permission.

Even Chunshui and Lisa didn't know about this place; it was absolutely secret—as long as no one came to raid their home.

In a few seconds, I quickly packed the things that couldn't be shown to others into a box, turned on the light (don't ask where the power came from), and then made a set of bedding to lay on the ground. A simple hiding place was complete.

Then, he shouted upwards.

"Senior, you can come down now!"

"Good~"

A dark figure landed lightly on the ground from the entrance. Her thick braid and full breasts bounced together with the large movement, making her eye-catching in every way.

"What a strange arrangement..." She looked around curiously. "It doesn't look like something from Soul Society?"

“These are all local specialties, just a personal hobby of mine…” Mima shrugged. “In short, no one knows about this place except me, and the search team can’t find it either. As long as you don’t release your spiritual pressure, you can stay here safely.”

She said thoughtfully, "I didn't expect the 'shelter' to be located right inside the barracks... Is this what they mean by 'blind spots under the lamp'?"

"In short, senior, you can get a good night's sleep here for now. I'll bring you food and water later." Mima raised an eyebrow and said, "But please don't cause any damage here. It's quite difficult to get these little things in Soul Society. I've spent most of my salary on this over the years."

"No, no."

Shiroku Hakunsai casually replied—she indeed didn't pay attention to the things on the shelf, but walked straight to the bedding on the floor, and then fell forward!

"Ah... the bed is truly the greatest invention of all time."

After rubbing his cheeks against the pillow twice, Shikato Hakunsai let out a long sigh, stretched out his body with an air of wanting to become one with the bed, and then slowly sat up.

Then... without hesitation, she ripped open the belt of her shihachi outfit, then raised her hand to her collar, lifting it up from top to bottom along with the white inner lining, revealing her slender collarbone and a deep cleavage. Her soft, white breasts stretched the thin bodice high, and even trembled slightly with her movements.

Oh right, this guy was imprisoned hundreds of years ago, back when Soul Society hadn't fully adopted the current two-piece underwear style.

After being distracted by the strangeness, Mima subconsciously took two steps back, her lips twitching as she said, "What's wrong with you...?"

"Go to sleep." It was Shikaku Hagensai who gave him a strange look. "I can't exactly sleep in my coat, can I?"

Having said that, she pulled her collar down further, revealing her slender waistline, which seemed disproportionate to her ample bust, and soon it was about to reach even lower...

"Cough...!" Mima let out a loud sound, "Senior, don't you...?"

"Nothing?" She blinked, then nodded as if suddenly realizing something, raised her hand to cover half of her mouth, revealing a somewhat ambiguous smile, "Junior, are you shy?"

Mima squinted and said, "...It would be strange if you weren't shy."

"Just to clarify, I'm about the same age as Yachiru." She tapped her chest with her fingertip as she said this. "—Of course, I'm referring to age."

Mima sighed, "Let me just say this... these days, guys who flirt with juniors like this are considered sexual harassers."

“One-sided is what constitutes harassment.” She shrugged. “Although I don’t intend to have any romantic entanglements with you, junior, I can accept some minor physical contact as a way of expressing my gratitude—how about it? If you’re interested, junior, you can come and be my body pillow.”

Mima: "...!"

Didn't she blush when she was doing the lie detector test? How come she's acting like this now?! Is the 8th Division's perverted culture hereditary?!

How could there be such an enticing offer in the world...?

Suddenly, a faint knocking sound came from upstairs.

According to my spiritual pressure sense, there were several squad members standing at the door.

Mi Zhen forcibly looked away, then coughed lightly: "Someone is looking for me... Well then, senior, you should rest well. I won't bother you for now."

As he spoke, he backed away, and without waiting for Lu Quba Yunzhai's reply, he leaped back into his room.

"..."

Watching him leave, Lu Qubaiyunzhai chuckled softly, then took off his coat, folded it neatly, and placed it beside his pillow. He then lifted the covers and lay down with a light movement.

"What an... interesting junior."

She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep a few seconds later.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Mima closed the tunnel door, kicked the tatami mat back into place, and walked toward the door while composing herself.