Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

"You have exceeded expectations in achieving your goals for this mission."

"Not only did they complete the tasks assigned by the Central Forty-Sixth Bureau, but they also found outstanding talents for Seireitei. The court will surely reward them."

Yamamoto leisurely sipped his tea, smiling happily, though it wasn't a pleasant look.

"Regarding your request for Kenpachi Zaraki to come and learn training, I have agreed. He shall report to the First Division every week from now on."

"Next, I need to rush to the Central 46th Room for a meeting. I have no time to practice martial arts with you today. You should go back first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto, accompanied by Chojiro, gracefully departed.

Watching Yamamoto's departing figure, Aozaki Mayuki put her hands on her hips and pondered to herself.

Rewards and such? They were completely irrelevant to him.

After all, he had already been promoted to a higher-ranking noble, so what could the Central Forty-Six Chambers possibly bestow upon him?

Could it be that he could become one of the five great noble families?

impossible things.

It's just adding another entry to the list of achievements, euphemistically called preparing for a future transfer to the Central District.

He now commands one of the most important armed forces in the Gotei 13, so why would he want to take a sinecure in the Shinigami Ward?

What really matters is,

With Gin Ichimaru and Kenpachi Zaraki as his right-hand men, there's basically nothing he needs to worry about.

One has brains, the other has strength; if they can work together, they can solve many troublesome problems.

As the saying goes, having nothing to do makes one feel carefree... Wait a minute!

Aozaki Mayuki suddenly froze.

That's not right! The last time he served as captain, he didn't have the members' witness.

To establish his authority, he completely demolished the team's barracks.

This time, Kenpachi Zaraki's battle with himself was witnessed by his fellow members, but Yachiru Kusajishi and the other members were parachuted in here.

Is history about to repeat itself?

What a joke!

This team dormitory belongs to him.

If these guys dare to destroy his barracks, he'll make them pay back the debt with their lifetime wages!

With a sense of foreboding, Aozaki Mayuki hurriedly ran towards the Eleventh Division's barracks...

…………

Aozaki Mayuki's worries came true.

When he returned to the Eleventh Division, he saw that the houses had collapsed and the walls were in ruins.

Kenpachi Zaraki was still standing in the ruins, brandishing his sword. He had clearly seen his underlings having a great time and couldn't resist joining the fray.

Fortunately, it seems he still gave Aozaki Mayuki some face and didn't kill the members of the Eleventh Division.

Without hesitation, Aozaki Mayuki took action and taught the troublemakers a good lesson.

"Ah Yue is so amazing!"

Inside the team dormitory, which had not yet been affected, the only uninjured girl in the group of four clapped and cheered excitedly.

"Trying to please me won't work. You lot will have to pay for this debt for the next three thousand years. Do you understand?"

Aozaki Mayuki narrowed her eyes, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and said sternly.

"Yes!"

With bruised and battered faces and trembling slightly, Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika responded loudly.

Three thousand years of work?

Doesn't that mean they'll have to work for this guy for free for the rest of their lives?

As for Kenpachi Zaraki, he was unable to respond.

Aozaki Mayuki had hit him hard, and he's now lying dead to the side.

“Of course, Ah Jian is fine with it too.”

Kusajishi Yachiru raised her hand high and shouted.

"Sword's fine... What about you, Yachiru?"

Aozaki Mayuki grabbed the brat's head.

"I haven't forgotten you, the one who started this."

In reality, given their current strength, Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika are unlikely to cause much of a commotion.

If it weren't for this little brat constantly fanning the flames and instigating things...

Kenpachi Zaraki would not have personally participated, and in the end, this sparring match would not have turned into a team battle.

"But they still want to buy lots and lots of toys and snacks."

Kusajiro Yachiru was held in mid-air, flailing her little hands and saying pitifully.

"How much money could those little things cost?"

Aozaki Mayuki's lips twitched as she spoke.

This little rascal is really fearless!

"Okay, okay, don't cry. I'll save your salary for you and use it as pocket money. Come to me when you need it."

"However, you have to work for me obediently for three thousand years, without slacking off or being absent for even a single day!"

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At the entrance of the Third Division, Aizen received the documents delivered by his team members.

Just as I was about to go back, I saw Aozaki Mayuki's team carrying stretchers in rows.

He frowned slightly when he saw the injured soldiers.

He knew that the Eleventh Division had new recruits and was now proving somewhat difficult to manage.

Although Aozaki Mazuki himself was unharmed.

However, it would be unwise to rashly bring such an uncontrollable beast under one's control.

Would someone like that just accept something so easily?

How can Aozaki Mayuki be so carefree?!

Looking at Aozaki Mayuki's lazy face, Aizen narrowed his eyes.

Chapter 270 Acting Skills

Late at night, Aozaki Mayuki sent the group of wounded soldiers to the Fourth Division.

Looking at the group of injured soldiers, Retsu Unohana couldn't help but want to laugh.

This squad hasn't changed at all in the past thousand years.

They can entrust their lives to each other when facing external enemies, and they can also be wounded by their colleagues.

"It's been many years since we last met. It may be a bit late to catch up now, but you do look different from before."

Unohana Retsu unleashed her reply, speaking to Kenpachi Zaraki on the sickbed.

"Huh!? Who are you?"

Kenpachi Zaraki looked completely bewildered.

Unohana Retsu's eyes twitched, and a strange black aura seemed to emanate from her body again.

Before meeting Aozaki Mayuki, this man named Zaraki Kenpachi was her favorite rival.

What's going on now?

I've always kept that person in my heart.

Even though he has grown from that child into an adult, he can still be recognized at a glance.

I originally thought the other person would feel the same way I did.

Remember that battle, remember your nemesis, and look forward to another thrilling life-or-death struggle.

But the other person doesn't remember him at all?

The clown is actually myself!?

Could it be that my swordsmanship, which I'm so proud of, can't even leave the slightest impression on him?

"Calm down, Lie."

Aozaki Mayuki smiled and walked behind her.

He gently took her hand and patted the back of it tenderly, as if comforting a wounded little animal.

"This guy has amnesia; he can't remember most of what happened back then."

Amnesia? Really?

Retsu Unohana's expression gradually returned to calm, but a look of suspicion still lingered in her eyes.

"Of course, even if I were to lie to you, how could this fool possibly lie?"

Aozaki Mayuki's tone was full of mockery, seemingly helpless at Zaraki Kenpachi's naivety.

As if to verify what Aozaki Mayuki had said, Kenpachi Zaraki asked at just the right moment:

"You know me?"

“We’ve met before, in Rukongai, back when you were just a kid.”

Unohana Retsu gently stroked her chest.

The gruesome scars that were there have completely disappeared.