Ichigo leaves and takes up residence in Soul Society!

Ichigo and Rindo exchanged a glance, and the image of the unfortunate figure still patrolling Rukongai flashed through their minds.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Do ​​you believe you can be reincarnated into the ninja world?

As the sun sets, after a day of enjoying shopping in the commercial district, Baba Yuan Xiongru returns to her dormitory and immediately shares the snacks she just bought with her friends, a habit that has become ingrained in her.

Although the expenses are higher than before, the happiness gained is many times greater.

"Shinomiya! Ichigo! Rindo! I'm back! Come see what I bought... eh?"

Knock on the door of room 001.

Hachihara's gaze passed over the open doorway and turned into the room, his joyful expression freezing there.

While the Four Palace Masters were fiddling with some bottles and jars, Ichigo stood to the side, holding his Zanpakuto in his hand with a conflicted expression, as if he was about to harm himself.

What are you doing?

Before I knew it, I was even uttering the Kansai dialect I'd heard from other people.

"It's nothing, I was just planning to earn some extra money, but I ran into a little trouble with the goods I was selling. But it's not a big problem, and it will be resolved soon... So, Kurosaki, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get to work. My potions and energy are limited."

Faced with the urging of the Four Palace Masters, Ichigo wished he could pick up his Zangetsu and slash at them.

"You were the one who came up with the plan, so why am I the one being used as the guinea pig?!"

"Because I am also the one who solves the problem."

"...You'd better actually be able to solve the problem."

"Of course, although I am not a scientist, I have confidence in myself."

To be precise, it's about having confidence in the "compound medicine".

Shinomiya-san's business plan has encountered a minor problem.

The problem mainly lies with the hot spring water.

Kirinji Tenjiro's back-to-the-world technique is undoubtedly the strongest in Soul Society. The hot spring he built many years ago is so magical, but you can only experience its wonder by soaking in it.

Once the hot spring water is removed from the pool, its effectiveness decreases dramatically.

When applied to a wound, it can only stop the bleeding.

According to Shinomiya no Takayuki's speculation, hot spring water is like formaldehyde, and it needs to be used in conjunction with other equipment and chemicals to maximize its effect.

He happened to have a "compound potion" given to him by [Machine Soul].

In the past, the medicine was activated directly, allowing it to be absorbed by the body instantly. This time, however, the medicine was extracted separately, and it was easily successful.

The dosage for one dose is 100 milliliters.

Two hundred milliliters a day.

Shinomiya-no-Tsuru mixed the materialized medicinal liquid into the hot spring water, and sure enough, the two produced a strange chemical reaction, with an effect comparable to soaking in a hot spring.

Things become much simpler at this point.

It's simply a matter of adjusting the proportions.

The goal is to minimize the proportion of the medicine while ensuring that its efficacy is not too poor.

After all, the daily production of the medicine is limited.

Unlike hot springs, the water source is inexhaustible.

On the other hand, running back and forth is quite troublesome. Although Shinomiya-sama doesn't care about Ichigo's stamina, he still hopes to stock up on more at once to save time and energy.

Earning extra money is fine, but it must never interfere with my daily cultivation.

This is the bottom line.

After listening for a while, Hachihara understood the situation and watched curiously as Ichigo poured tea from his cup onto the wound on the back of his hand.

After more than half an hour, the wound had healed.

"Success!"

"No, it failed."

The Four Palaces Lord shook his head.

"The effect was too poor."

"what?"

Hachihara wanted to say that ordinary wound medicine wouldn't be this effective, but seeing Ichigo and Rindo's expressions of deep agreement, he was taken aback.

"At the current rate, we can only produce a maximum of thirty doses per day, each dose being 100 milliliters. If we want to enhance the effect and make the wounds heal visibly, we probably can't even produce ten doses."

As he spoke, the Four Palace Master fell into deep thought.

While going for the luxury goods route isn't necessarily a bad thing...

"By the way, is this drinkable?"

Ba Ba Yuan suddenly asked.

"I don't know, maybe..."

The Four Palace Masters turned their gaze to Ichigo.

The latter, his face darkening, sternly refused: "Don't even think about it! I'd rather die than drink it!"

five minutes later.

Ichigo clutched his stomach and ran quickly into the toilet.

"I didn't expect it to give me diarrhea."

The Four Palaces Lords seemed to be deep in thought upon seeing this scene.

Hachihachihara and Rindou, who were standing to the side, remained silent.

To be honest, they didn't expect that Shinomiya-sensei could persuade Ichigo to drink the "medicine" with just one sentence: "You wouldn't want people to keep sacrificing themselves to protect humanity in places you can't see, would you?"

"Ichigo is too kind."

Ba Ba's original feelings were complicated.

"That's right."

The four palace masters nodded slightly, but there was no hint of disdain on their faces.

“But he’s not an idiot, and I don’t consider him an idiot either, which is why he’s willing to play along to the end.”

"Sigh, this time it's a failure."

"No...it worked."

Hachihachihara's disappointment didn't last long; almost as soon as she finished speaking, Ichigo returned.

Upon seeing his figure, the Four Palace Master couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

Despite his sour face, Ichigo raised the back of his hand, which bore only a faint scar, and said unhappily, "I'll admit that your underhanded trick worked, but I don't want to go through this again."

"There's really no need to try anymore, but how can diarrhea help wounds heal so quickly? Is it expelling the necrotic spiritual pressure?"

"Who knows? But wouldn't a wound medicine with such side effects be significantly cheaper?"

"really."

The Four Palace Master agrees with Ichigo's viewpoint.

"So we won't sell it as wound medicine anymore."

Upon hearing this, Ichigo, Hachiman, Rindo, and Tomoya were slightly taken aback.

……

Omaeda, who had just returned from patrolling Rukongai, felt uncomfortable all over.

"Honestly, that captain just opens his mouth and assigns so many bizarre work methods for me to lead people to conduct investigations while doing practical work. He's really capricious. If you ask me, no one will ever marry him..."

Upon suddenly spotting the person in front of him, Ōmaeda quickly shut his mouth.

He breathed a sigh of relief only after seeing who it was, and then, adopting the demeanor of a vice-captain, swaggered over.

"What are you two brats doing here? The dormitory isn't in this direction either."

"My brother Kurosaki and I came to the commercial district to sell some things."

Shinomiya-sama pointed to Ichigo, who had a strange expression on his face.

"I see... Wait a minute, selling something instead of buying something? With your wealth, what could you possibly have to sell? Don't come up with any weird schemes. Even if Captain Aizen isn't angry, Ōmaeda won't stand idly by!"

"Thank you for your concern. This guy's family owned a hospital before he died, and they had a family-inherited herbal formula. Although it only had minor functions such as regulating the stomach and intestines, balancing the intestinal flora, suppressing liver and stomach fire, and relieving mental anxiety, I thought it might have a market, so I tried to make some and sell it."

"You ran into a wall, didn't you?"

Ōmaeda was delighted.

He wouldn't have acted this way with anyone else, but these two kids in front of him are geniuses, future captains, and it's not easy to find something to enjoy with them.

"Yes."

Ignoring Ichigo's barely concealed expression, Shinomiya sighed.

"I don't know why, but after taking that medicine, I couldn't help but want to go to the toilet, and some of my spiritual energy was lost as a result. In addition, the injuries on my body disappeared."

"It would be abnormal if such a strange laxative didn't hit a wall."

"Wait...what did you say?"

Ōmaeda keenly picked up on some information.

"Will all the injuries on your body disappear?"

"Although I don't understand the underlying principles, that's definitely the case."

The Fourth Palace Master raised an eyebrow and said.

"What? You're interested in this laxative?"

"How could that be... mere laxatives? My family is in the gemstone business; it's far too unsuitable for me."

Ōmaeda coughed lightly, then changed the subject.

"But then again, we fought side by side and he saved my life. As a rich man, I can't be less grateful than a commoner. So sell me this wound medicine... no, this laxative."

"The Second Division has been working very hard these past few days, and everyone hasn't been eating properly. They might have stomach problems, so this will come in handy."

"This can be considered killing two birds with one stone."

"Indeed, that would be perfect."

The four palaces readily agreed.

Then the two sides began to discuss how to make the deal.

Ōmaeda wanted to buy out the prescription, but Shinomiya refused without hesitation.

So they slashed the price significantly.

One set of five thousand rings is equivalent to five thousand yen.

“That’s absolutely impossible. The cost of acquiring the materials alone is more than that. I’ll compromise and ask for 50,000.”

"???"

Ohmaeda wanted to ask you, "Are you trying to shift the blame onto me?"

"Ten thousand! I'm buying a lot, and I might resell it to other squads. Your profits will be huge then."

"In that case, why don't we find more distributors and let you compete on the price?"

The Four Palaces Lord seemed to have finally realized something.

Omaeda cursed his miscalculation inwardly and quickly shouted, "Twenty thousand! I want exclusive distribution! That's the price, take it or leave it! Don't forget I'm from the Covert Forces, I have the right to shut you down!"

"You can't take a joke, can you? But forget it, it's just a laxative business, no need to haggle over it. We'll do it your way, how do we deliver the goods?"

"Wait for my notification. I will send someone to the Spiritual Arts Academy to find you. I need one hundred doses for the first batch. If it works well, I will place another order. Any questions?"

"No problem, then it's a pleasure to cooperate."

Shinomiya and Ōmaeda shook hands with smiles on their faces.

The two then parted ways.