Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

“I’m not interested in these things.”

He slowly pushed the "Indra" sword back into its sheath; this action itself was an answer.

"I'm just fulfilling a promise."

He raised his eyes and calmly looked at Aizen. "The order here is none of my business."

Aizen's smile faltered slightly, as if he was somewhat surprised by the answer, but he quickly regained his composure.

He slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, a hint of regret on his face.

"Is that so... I see."

"It's a real pity. It seems our paths are ultimately somewhat different."

Aizen turned around, his back to Sasuke, and started walking. The moonlight cast a long, long shadow of him.

"Do you think that the knife you are wielding now is for a promise, or for someone?"

Aizen's voice, like a prophetic pronouncement of destiny, echoed across the silent bridge.

But one day, you will find out...

"What you really want to cut off is the unreasonable 'rules' that bind you and the world itself."

"I'm really looking forward to it, Sasuke-kun."

His body began to become transparent in the moonlight, his outline gradually blurred, and finally he slowly disappeared into the night.

"I hope you can make it that far."

"When we get to that area, it's within our reach..."

"Above the sky".

Chapter 103 Kenpachi Zaraki: Sasuke, you smell really good.

The morning sunlight is a symbol of tranquility and peace for most of Seireitei.

But in the Eleventh Division, it's more like a signal that a new round of fighting is about to begin.

On the training field, the team members roared and brandished their blades, their sweat and occasional splashes of blood shimmering with a unique brilliance in the morning light.

"Ugh—this is so incredibly boring!"

A voice filled with irritation and pressure came out of nowhere from the main entrance of the team dormitory, instantly silencing the entire training ground.

Immediately afterwards, the already dilapidated door of the team barracks was kicked open from the outside with a brute force, and broken pieces of wood exploded inward, hitting two team members who were fighting each other.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and instinctively looked towards the door.

Backlit, Kenpachi Zaraki's tall figure appeared at the doorway, his face covered by an eye patch, his hair styled in his signature jagged shape, and his worn-out captain's haori casually draped over his shoulders.

Just one glance was enough to make all the team members present instinctively tense up.

Kenpachi Zaraki's face showed obvious signs of weariness, and his voice was full of impatience.

"When I'm not around, is this all you do, playing these silly games?"

As he finished speaking, a petite pink figure nimbly leaped down from his shoulder and landed steadily on a broken stone pillar—it was Yachiru.

She swung her legs, her bright eyes curiously scanning the silent team members in the courtyard, her little mouth pouting in dissatisfaction.

"Yeah, yeah! Little Sword is almost asleep from boredom!"

She chimed in with her clear, adorable voice, pointing her little hand at the team members with an air of seriousness, "You guys, you all just fall down with a 'thud,' a 'thud'! It's not fun at all!"

Kenpachi Zaraki let out a disgruntled snort, walked to the center of the training ground, casually stuck his massive, scabbard-covered Zanpakuto into the ground, then sat down cross-legged and scanned the team members around him.

"It's getting more and more boring lately. I can't even find someone who can make me take things even slightly seriously."

He scratched his head in frustration. "If this keeps up, my knife will rust."

"If it's rusty, just sharpen it with a whetstone!"

Yachiru jumped from the stone pillar to Kenpachi Zaraki, put her hands on her hips, tilted her head, and suggested earnestly, "Ikkaku's bald head is very shiny, it can be used as a whetstone!"

"Hey! Vice-Captain! Don't talk nonsense!" In the distance, Madarame Ikkaku, who was wiping his Zanpakuto, heard this and his temples bulged with veins. He instinctively protected his shiny bald head.

"Hahaha, little bald steel ball!" Yachiru made a face at him, then climbed back onto Kenpachi's shoulder and rubbed her cheek against his side, as if comforting a irritable large beast.

"Alright, alright, Ken, don't be sad. If you can't find an opponent, let's go find something delicious to eat! I heard that a new konpeito shop opened in the East Rukongai area, and it's super sweet!"

"What's so good about candy?" Kenpachi still looked uninterested.

Yachiru explained with a smile, "It's sweet, eating it will make you feel better!"

However, just as Kenpachi was about to continue complaining, his nose twitched slightly without warning.

Those eyes, which had been somewhat weary, suddenly widened at that moment.

It's like the primal excitement a wild beast feels when it smells the scent of its prey.

His lips slowly parted into a ferocious grin, his gaze fixed intently on a certain direction deep within the barracks.

Not right.

This aroma is incredibly tempting!

"Ok?"

Yachiru was taken aback by his sudden reaction, and she followed suit, closing her eyes and sniffing the air with her small nose.

A moment later, her bright eyes curved into a lovely crescent moon.

"Ah! It smells of lightning and fire!"

She clapped her hands excitedly, "Little Sword, is it a snack?!"

"dessert?"

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, revealing a sinister smile. "That's right, it's 'snacks'."

He pulled the nicked Zanpakuto from the ground and, without a word, walked deeper into the barracks.

Yachiru perched on his shoulder, watching Kenpachi's impatient expression. She wrinkled her little nose, as if trying to figure something out, then her eyes lit up, and she said in a tone of sudden realization.

"I remember now, isn't that the direction of Sasuke's room?!"

"Hmm?" Kenpachi raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That's right!"

Yachiru excitedly patted his head, "That smell... it smells just like that 'crackling' stuff that used to be on Sasuke! But..."

She tilted her head, a puzzled look on her face, "It seems to have become even more powerful and smells even better!"

Xiao Zuo...

Uchiha Sasuke.

In Kenpachi's mind, the image of that brat who always had a grumpy face came to mind.

"Oh, so it's that interesting little brat."

Kenpachi grinned, revealing a ferocious smile.

Of course he remembered that brat.

A talented but unorthodox individual who always prefers to use flashy and unorthodox techniques in battle.

I originally thought that it would take at least several decades for that kid's bones to harden before he would be qualified enough for me to chop him a few times.

But unexpectedly...

"Did it just go for a trip to the mortal world and come back so 'delicious'?"

Kenpachi's smile grew increasingly fervent, and even his own spiritual pressure began to emanate outwards due to this excitement.

An idea suddenly popped into his simple mind without warning.

Does that mean there are many powerful people like him in the world?

Should I... sneak out to the real world for a stroll? Go out and have some fun?

But when Kenpachi thought of the Captain-Commander's stern old face, he felt a little disappointed and immediately dismissed the idea.

That old man will definitely not agree.

"This is so troublesome..."

Kenpachi clicked his tongue in displeasure, temporarily putting the tempting idea out of his mind.

We'll think about those things later.

Right now, there's something even more interesting.

He started walking again, and a smile full of anticipation appeared on his ferocious face.

He was already quite impatient and wanted to hold a grand return 'ceremony' for his six seats.

Yachiru was still perched on his shoulder, humming an off-key song, clearly also looking forward to the upcoming "ritual".

On the training field, the remaining team members looked at each other, and ultimately wisely decided not to follow.

The captain's expression clearly indicated that he had found a toy that could satisfy him.

Joining in at this time will only make you an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

"cut......"

Madarame Ikkaku slung his Zanpakuto back over his shoulder, and muttered a couple of disgruntled remarks as he watched Kenpachi's impatient back.

He certainly sensed it too, the spiritual pressure emanating from the captain, which had suddenly surged due to excitement.

"Hey, Yumichika."

Yijiao turned her head and looked at her companion not far away, who was gently touching the feather ornament at the corner of her eye with her fingertips. Her brows were furrowed. "What exactly is going on with the captain?"

"One second I was so bored I was about to yawn, how come I suddenly got all excited like I was on a steroid?"

Ayasegawa Yumichika did not answer immediately, but closed his narrow phoenix eyes and let out a lazy chuckle.

"Oh dear, Ikkaku, can't you think about anything other than fighting and maintaining your beautiful brain?"

"What did you say?!" A vein bulged on one corner of his forehead, and he instinctively wanted to retort.