The Alchemist in Bleach

Ichiro shook his head: "No, just organize these documents. We need to do all these experiments again. The rest is useless."

"Do it again? All of it?" The captain frowned. Doing it again would be incredibly taxing. For a normal experiment, he would sell everything he owned to supply Ichiro, but human experimentation...

Then I'll have to think about it carefully...

"No need for all of them, just do the ones he succeeded in. But not all of them need to be done with living beings. I will slow down the process. After all, this child also needs time to grow. Only in this way can he better master that power."

"I understand. I don't understand the research, so I'll leave it to you. But teaching is my forte, so I'll leave that to me."

Ichiro nodded in agreement. That was true; several of those he had personally trained had reached the Super Captain level.

Afterward, Ichiro searched the laboratory again to make sure nothing was missed, and then carefully took the boy, who was about six or seven years old, out of the container and gently held him in his arms.

"So weak." Looking at the weak breathing of the little boy in Ichiro's arms, he frowned.

"That's normal. There are too many types of spiritual pressure in his body, and they are in conflict with each other. To be honest, it's already a miracle that he's still alive, if he's not a life form created by humans."

The captain nodded. After getting up close, he gained a deeper understanding of the chaotic power within the little boy, and at the same time, his sense of guilt grew.

"...Have you packed everything?" The captain asked, noticing the little boy's silence.

"That's about it. Is there anything else you're looking for?"

"That's all, let's go."

After saying that, the two left the laboratory one after the other and returned to the First Division through the dark secret passage. There should be other exits in this passage, but the Captain-Commander didn't say, so he didn't ask. What he needed to know, the Captain-Commander would naturally tell him.

After exiting the secret passage, Ichiro carried the child away from the First Division. The little boy's condition was not good and he needed to return to the Fourth Division to recuperate. Although the Captain-Commander was worried about the little boy, he had his own work to do and, given his limited ability to navigate back to the secret passage, he couldn't offer any help, so he didn't go with him.

.......

"Ichiro? Who is this child?" Ichiro bumped into the captain as soon as he entered the Fourth Division's gate.

"That's great, Captain. This child's condition is rather special; he needs to use the Seventy-Five Return to Life Conditioning Technique." Ichiro didn't answer the captain's question immediately but looked at the captain with delight and said.

He was worried about what would happen if the captain wasn't there, but now it seems the little guy is lucky. Ichiro glanced at the sleeping boy on his left shoulder and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The Seventy-Five Return to Life Conditioning is a joint return to life, requiring multiple Shinigami to work together to perform it. Its effect is simple and brutal: to calm and stabilize the chaotic spiritual pressure within the target's body to prevent further deterioration of the injury. At the same time, it can also be used to treat Shinigami who are on the verge of death, maintaining their last bit of spiritual pressure, keeping them alive, and waiting for rescue.

While its effects are powerful, it also has high requirements. It is one of the few return techniques that requires multiple Shinigami to perform, and it is a high-level return technique, which makes it even more difficult. In the entire Fourth Division, there are only a handful of people who can use this technique in conjunction with Ichiro. To be able to encounter the captain directly at the gate is really good luck.

On the other side, the captain realized the importance of the matter when he saw that Ichiro did not answer immediately, and quickly directed the team members to prepare the ward.

"Over here!"

In a hospital room, Ichiro and the captain stood on either side of the bed, their hands, radiating green light, hovering above the little boy's body. A large amount of life force flowed into the boy's body, gradually stabilizing the chaotic spiritual pressure within him.

"Whoo~"

A moment later, the light faded, and Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally finished. Although it was only a temporary measure, it had at least bought him some time. Things would be much easier from here on out.

The prerequisite is that the team leader must be persuaded first...

Ichiro looked up at the captain, whose face was grim. The little boy's condition was too unusual. Although Ichiro used a Kido technique to conceal his spiritual pressure, it could only block normal perception. It was impossible to hide the truth when he was treating the boy.

Whether it's the diverse spiritual pressure within him, or the traces of artificial life forms...

"Sigh~" After a moment of silence, looking at Ichiro who was feigning grievance, the captain sighed resignedly and said, "Are you really sure? This is a road of no return!"

Ichiro laughed. "If that's the case, it seems the captain has gone too far here."

"Some things just have to be done by someone."

"But why does it have to be you?"

Ichiro smiled brightly and said, "Because I have you, Captain, to protect me. Didn't you say that if I ever fall into darkness, you would tear it apart and pull me back into the light?"

"Hmph~ You wish! I don't care if you die or not!"

After saying that, he turned and left the room. Ichiro smiled and began to examine the little boy's physical condition, thinking about a preliminary treatment plan.

The spiritual pressure within him will at most offer a solution to control the situation, but it won't intervene personally, because that wouldn't benefit the little boy.

After much thought along the way, Ichiro came up with a general plan, though he hadn't really thought about it much; it was mainly based on imitation.

In the original work, there was a guy whose situation was similar to his, who possessed the powers of a Shinigami, a human, a Hollow, a Quincy, and a Fullbringer at the same time, and later also met the conditions to become a candidate for Soul King—Ichigo Kurosaki!

He could have followed the same path as Yijigu, that is, mastered them one by one, instead of trying to integrate them directly from the start.

It's also much simpler to operate; just seal the other spiritual pressures. First, master the power of the Shinigami, and then slowly unlock the other powers.

Therefore, the key now is how to seal those powers without affecting them, and not only to seal them, but also to consider how to enhance those powers so that they grow together with the power of the Grim Reaper. In this way, he will only need to learn how to control them in the future, and the risk will be much lower.

Because he and Ichigo are ultimately different. Ichigo is the protagonist template, born with these powers and an astonishingly strong spiritual pressure. So he just needs to keep going and his strength will increase rapidly. Moreover, even if one power is stronger than the others, it doesn't matter, as his Zanpakuto Zangetsu will help him seal and balance it.

The little boy doesn't have that privilege; he has to rely on himself. Therefore, the design of this seal requires some thought.

.......

Just as Ichiro was pondering the little boy's question, the captain, with a gloomy expression, also arrived at the First Division.

This was the first time in hundreds of years that the captain had shown such an expression. The terrifying killing intent was almost overflowing from his body, which made the members of the First Division along the way break out in a cold sweat. Is this really Captain Unohana of the Fourth Division?

"Gulp~" A member of the First Division swallowed hard, nudging the member next to him with his elbow, his voice trembling slightly, "You used to be in the Fourth Division, is this... Captain Unohana? I don't think so. This is Captain Unohana, right?"

The former fourth squad member wiped the cold sweat pouring down his forehead: "I don't know... I've never seen a captain like this before... It's terrifying... Is it too late for me to leave the squad now?"

"You shouldn't need to leave the team. As for you, it's already good enough that Captain Unohana can even remember your name. Don't think too much about it. That person's disciple is a medical god, and he wouldn't even look at you."

"...Friendship over! Can't you just... um..."

Before they could finish speaking, the captain, who was walking towards the chief captain's office, glanced at them. His almost tangible killing intent instantly stunned them, leaving them frozen in place. The captain, on the other hand, continued walking towards the office.

Yes, just as that member of the First Division said, she really didn't remember the person's name... She only knew that the person came from the Fourth Division.

"Snap!!"

Seeing the gate instantly shattered into pieces, the captain reluctantly stopped, put down the documents in his hand, looked at the captain helplessly, and said, "Lie, can I explain this to you?"

"Let me make one cut first! I'm afraid I won't want to cut anymore after hearing that!"

"......"

What kind of talk is that...?

Although somewhat speechless, the Captain-Commander nodded, silently got up and walked to the side under Chojiro's worried gaze, waving his hand to stop Chojiro who was about to stop him. The Captain-Commander slowly stood opposite the Captain. He had to take this sword!

He knew all too well how much effort Retsu had put in all these years to prevent Ichiro from going down the path of human experimentation. Countless times Ichiro had walked to the edge of the abyss, and it was Retsu who had pulled him back. And now, he had personally pushed the person Retsu had been protecting into hell...

He deserved to take that sword blow, both morally and logically!

Of course, the reason he was able to step forward so decisively was because he believed that, given his centuries-long friendship with Lie, Lie would definitely not unleash that sword strike; after all, they were warriors...

"Pfft!"

friend.......

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I need to take leave.

Sorry, something came up at home and I can't write anything today. I'm taking a break. I'm very sorry.

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Chapter 281 One wave has just subsided, and another rises!

"So, that child is a Spirit...candidate?" The captain sheathed his sword and stood quietly to the side, watching the Captain-Commander who was treating his injuries, and asked with a frown.

"Well, to be precise, it will be in the future, but not yet. That's why we need Ichiro to take over. Among the people we can trust, only he has the ability." The captain, covered in blood, replied while using his healing technique to treat his knife wounds.

Thanks to Ichiro, the popularity of chanting has greatly increased. While it can't handle difficult injuries, it can handle simple knife wounds like this.

After all, given the captain's skill level and swordsmanship, he could inflict the most terrifying pain with the least amount of injury!

Avoiding fatal blows is too easy for her. What are thirty-six cuts compared to her? She could even handle one hundred and eight. So the Captain-Commander's injuries weren't actually that serious; she still knew her limits.

Well, if we ignore the blood that soaked most of the office...

However, after hearing the captain's explanation, the captain actually felt a little guilty, after all, he himself did not want this to happen.

Of course, the captain was also relieved that she had made the cut first; otherwise, after the captain-in-chief said all that, she might not have been able to bring herself to do it...

Captain: "..."

Although Lie didn't say anything, he could roughly tell what Lie was thinking. After all, they had been comrades-in-arms for hundreds of years, although this comradeship might only be what he thought...

"Keep an eye on Ichiro and make sure he doesn't do anything reckless. That kid is capable of anything when he gets carried away!"

"You don't need to tell me, I'll be careful. I hope this is the last time, Captain-Commander Yamamoto!"

"I promise, this is the last time!"

……

half year later……

"drink!"

"what!"

In the training ground of the First Division, a little boy was holding a wooden sword and practicing swordsmanship in a very professional manner, while at the edge of the training ground stood Ichiro and the Captain-Commander, both looking very pleased.

Needless to say, the only one they could observe together was the Spirit King candidate brought back from Urahara's laboratory. Of course, he now had his own name—Yamamoto Morihiro.

Ichiro originally intended to suggest that the Captain-Commander name him Yamamoto Senjin, but unfortunately, Ichiro's quirky sense of humor was seen through, and he was instead named Mori Hiro, a name that symbolizes rebirth.

At the same time, he also lived with the captain as his adopted son, receiving protection and guidance.

Ichiro would come every day to check on his physical condition to prevent any mistakes in the sealing process, and at the same time, to satisfy his own vanity!

at last!

Finally, someone has even worse swordsmanship talent than him!

Although Ichiro's swordsmanship talent was terrible, he at least knew some simple sword moves. After all, swordsmanship actually tests physical coordination. What he was not good at was the kind of refined swordsmanship.

Of course, Ichiro subconsciously overlooked one problem: the reason why Yamamoto Morihiro doesn't have much talent in swordsmanship is simply because his body hasn't developed normally yet and he's not used to it. After all, he just came out of the experimental apparatus and is very different from a normally growing child.

In other words, just because he can't master swordsmanship now doesn't mean he lacks talent in it, which is why the Captain-Commander still makes him practice swordsmanship.

The reason Ichiro failed to see this was because if he acknowledged it, wouldn't his swordsmanship talent be at the bottom again? As the acting captain of the Fifth Division, didn't he have any pride?

"How is the situation?"

"Everything is normal, there's no need to ask every day, the difference is minimal."