In Soul Society, I just want to retire

The muscles on Aizen's face twitched. "After listening to your lullaby, I will have insomnia this month! Please let me go!"

Chapter 116: Smashed! All Smashed!

Looking at his teacher's departing back, Aizen took a deep breath.

This matter was finally settled.

Next, we will begin the Hollowization experiment of the Death God.

The most difficult part of this matter is where to find so many test subjects.

The reason why Yamabuki Deito had been tolerating Aizen was because what he did did not bring any harm to the Soul Society.

Many things even brought benefits to Soul Society by accident, but in order to study the hollowing of Shinigami, a large number of Shinigami were needed as experimental subjects.

Aizen was almost certain that if he used normal Shinigami as experimental subjects, they might not even see the sun the next day.

He would be beaten to death that night.

When he thought of this, Aizen felt a headache.

In the past, it was good to lean on a big tree for shade. With the help of Yamabuki Toto, Aizen reached the level of captain in just ten years and was quite popular in the Gotei 13.

But now that he has the ability to implement his plan, his teacher has become his biggest obstacle.

Just when Aizen was having a headache, there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in." Aizen immediately returned to his gentle demeanor.

A staff officer walked in from outside, holding a stack of documents in his hand and looking inside.

"Aizen? Why are you here? Have you seen where the Chief of Staff went?" the staff officer asked curiously.

"The teacher should be going to the First Squadron. If you have any documents, you can put them on his desk first. I will tell him when I come back." Aizen said with a smile.

The staff officer didn't think much about it, and directly placed the documents in his hand on Yamabuki Ditang's desk, turned around and left the office, and quietly closed the door.

Aizen rarely dealt with these political affairs. Yamabuki Toto meant that he didn't want him to waste his time on such things because most of these things were meaningless.

However, Aizen still looked through the documents out of curiosity.

But he soon lost interest because the document recorded a murder case of a nobleman, which was being tried by the General Staff.

A noble Grim Reaper, after getting drunk, stabbed two of his colleagues with a knife, then went berserk and hacked his own father to death.

"That's why drinking will cause trouble." Aizen closed the document gently. He almost never drinks alcohol and prefers black tea.

Such cases usually result in the death penalty, and the same outcome will be achieved even if the case is ultimately handed over to the Central Office 46.

Because the highest level of judgment is still in the hands of Yamabuki Ditang. As long as he thinks this matter is unreasonable, he can veto the decision of the other forty-four people at any time.

"Let's go back to the squad first! Then go find him after the teacher comes back." Aizen muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to leave, a sudden idea came to his mind and he turned to look at the document.

A bold idea came into his mind.

"Since this god of death is going to die anyway, why not make a contribution to my experiment." Aizen's heart was pounding. It was not such a simple task to rescue people from the death penalty prison, but he had the Mirror Flower and Water Moon. As long as he controlled the jailers and the executioners, it would be easy to do this.

It is impossible to capture ordinary reapers on a large scale for experiments, so we can only start with these scumbags.

From the day a law is enacted, it is destined that someone will break it. There is nothing that can be done about it.

He seemed to have found a solution to the problem, and thinking of this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

……

"Chief of Staff Yamabuki, please read your self-criticism aloud in public." The captain said with narrowed eyes.

Yamabuki Detang cleared his throat pretentiously. He still trusted Aizen's literary talent.

Don't be fooled by this boy's young age. He has a high level of literary accomplishment. Not only does he have beautiful handwriting, he also occasionally does little things to charm a lot of young girls.

Yamabuki Detang read out what was written on the paper without thinking: "Ah! My great king! You are lightning, you are light, you are the only myth... huh???"

Before he finished reading the first sentence, Shanchui Ditang's voice stopped abruptly.

What the hell is this written about?

Could it be that this kid copied some weird stuff here?

Yamabuki Ditang hurriedly flipped through a few more pages, and when he was sure that what he was holding was not a self-criticism at all, his face turned green.

"Aizen!!! How dare you, you little bastard, trick me!!!" The corners of Yamabuki Detang's eyes kept twitching. The other captains stood there, not knowing why the expression on the chief of staff's face was so rich.

"I... was wrong. Well, that's it." Yamabuki Ditang said arrogantly.

That's it, whatever happens.

Aizen, if you have the guts, just wait for me in the office and see how I'll deal with you when I get back.

The other captains were all trying to hold back their laughter, but holding back laughter is a very difficult job.

"Oh my, we're all family, why make such a fuss? I'll treat you tonight, how about we all have a good meal together?" Yamabuki Ditang quickly changed the subject, then put his arm around the captain's shoulder and smiled, "We have a few bottles of good wine hidden away. If you like, I'll open two today. I guarantee you'll enjoy it."

"Ahem." The captain coughed forcefully twice. "Since you're so sincere, let's just let this go!"

Sure enough, the world of adults is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

After returning to the office, Yamabuki Detang did not see Aizen.

"Aizen Sosuke, come to my office immediately, I have something to tell you." Yamabuki Detang sent the message coldly using the Hell Butterfly.

Aizen couldn't help but shudder. Sensei actually called him by his full name? What was going on? This was a bit awkward!

"Um... Teacher, I didn't sleep well last night. How about we talk about it this afternoon..." Before Aizen could finish his words, a wormhole opened behind him and a big hand pulled him in.

By the time he reacted, he had already returned to Yamabuki Ditang's office.

Although this is not the first time I have seen this wormhole technology, no matter how many times I see it, I can't help but sigh that this thing is really powerful.

A must-have for home use for murder and sneak attacks.

I really don't understand how the teacher came up with something like this.

Aizen looked up and saw his teacher's smiling face.

"Teacher? Is there something wrong?" Aizen asked cautiously.

Yamabuki Detang smiled as if she were bathed in spring breeze. "Aizen, how's the review that the teacher asked you to write last night coming? Show it to me. No, read it out loud. I believe in your literary talent."

Aizen's heart skipped a beat.

Could there be something wrong with the review written by Sal Apollo?

Sure enough, this kind of thing cannot be done by a Xu!

Chapter 117: The Eve of the Experiment

Aizen glanced at his own review as quickly as possible, his face turning green.

What the hell is this!

Sar Apollo! You actually betrayed my trust in you!

He finally understood why the teacher had that expression.

If this kind of self-criticism were read out in front of the captain and all the captains...

Although people may still be alive, their sociality has died suddenly.

"Teacher, I was wrong." Aizen admitted his mistake without hesitation. At this time, all he had to do was admit his mistake.

"You're not wrong, how could you be wrong? It's the teacher's fault. How could I have accepted such a good student like you? In one word, absolutely." Shanbuki Ditang clapped his hands with tears in his eyes. "I won't say much about this 30,000-word self-criticism. Please copy it ten times."

"I'll go back and copy it now." Aizen sighed helplessly.

Would Aizen copy these self-criticisms himself?

The answer is of course not. This is all caused by Sal Apollo. When he goes back, make him copy it ten times.

Isn't that how things work in the system? One level suppresses the next, and everyone sees who has the lowest rank.

I have more important things to do now, and I have to find a way to catch the Grim Reaper who has committed a capital crime.

Yamabuki Detang then started his work. He didn't think too much when he saw someone was sentenced to death. There were tens of thousands of people in the Gotei 13, plus so many nobles, so there would always be a few exceptions every year. Over time, he got used to it.

After leaving the General Staff, Aizen did not return directly to the 5th Division, but went straight to the prison.

He directly released Jinghua Shuiyue, and all the jailers in the prison were controlled by him.

From this moment on, in the eyes of these jailers, the person in front of them was not Aizen Sosuke, the sixth seat of the Fifth Division.

But it is Yamabuki Detang.

"Chief... Chief of Staff, why are you here?" The jailers were shocked. It was difficult for death gods of their level to meet the upper level.

Aizen stayed with Yamabuki Toto for ten years, and studied Yamabuki Toto's movements and manners carefully with the intention of imitating her. Now he can imitate her perfectly.

"I'm just taking a look. By the way, how many death row prisoners are there in the prison now?" Aizen asked.

"There are a total of twenty-six death row prisoners." The jailer replied respectfully.

Aizen's eyebrows raised slightly. Very good, these twenty-six people are enough for his experiments for two or three years.

"Chief of Staff, do you want to see them? I'll bring them out now!" a jailer asked cautiously, fearing that he might say something wrong and offend the big shot in front of him.

"It's okay." The expression on Aizen's face was almost identical to Yamabuki Detang's. Unless one was extremely close to him, it would be difficult to tell the difference. "I was just asking casually. Continue your work and be sure to stick to your post."

Although they didn't know why the Chief of Staff had done this, the rank of these jailers was too low, so they didn't dare to ask too much. This was a matter between important people, and if they knew too much, they might be silenced.

"By the way, do you know when these Shinigami will be executed?" Aizen asked.

The jailer hurriedly said, "The time for sudden death of the death row prisoner is set by the General Staff. You should know it best..."

Aizen's eyes changed slightly, because he was not very involved in these political affairs, so he was not very familiar with these things.

"Look at my memory. There are too many things to do every day. Well, continue with your work." Aizen turned and left the prison.

Since the execution time of these death row prisoners is decided by the General Staff, this matter is much simpler. The General Staff is a very high-end place for most Shinigami and they cannot enter and exit at will, but for Aizen, going to the General Staff is like going home.

After Aizen left, the jailers still felt a little strange.

"Why do I feel like there's something wrong with the General Staff today?" a jailer asked in a low voice.

An older Death God nearby quickly covered his mouth and said, "Don't talk nonsense, or you'll get into trouble. We just need to do our part."

After hearing what the senior said, the younger jailer shut up obediently. Matters between big shots were not something they could interfere with.

After Aizen returned from prison, he went straight to Hueco Mundo and met his newly recruited subordinates.

When he saw Sal Apollo, Aizen's eyes were full of resentment, but he was embarrassed to blame him for such a small matter, and finally he could only sigh helplessly.

"Lord Aizen, is there anything I can help you with?" Sal Apollo came over with a smirk on his face.

"It's okay, you did a great job yesterday. From now on I'm going to prepare the experiment of transforming Death Gods into Hollows, so you go and help me prepare some Hollows for the experiment." Aizen said.

"About this matter! No problem, I'll do it now." When Sal Apollo heard that he could do the experiment, his eyes lit up like light bulbs and he immediately started to prepare.

Bylergan beside him remained silent.

Aizen glanced at Byakugan from the corner of his eye: "From the look of you, it seems that you are dissatisfied with me."

Bylergan shuddered slightly: "I dare not."

"It's not that I don't dare, but that I can't. If you think you can take back the throne by defeating me, you can challenge me at any time. I really like challenges." Aizen said with a smile.

These people cannot unravel the mystery with their abilities.

As long as you can't unravel the mystery, I will play tricks on you even if you are a god.

Not long after, Sal Apollo brought back a few skinny and weak creatures.

"Lord Aizen, this is all we can find temporarily. What do you think?" asked Sal Apollo.

Aizen nodded slightly: "Okay."

This was his first time doing a virtualization experiment, and he didn't know what kind of virtualization he should use to have a higher success rate.

After resolving all this, Aizen brought these Hollows to his secret base, which was the abandoned experimental site of the Tsunayashiro family.

After many arrangements, Aizen has turned this place into his own territory.

They locked these bearded men in cages, cut off their hands and feet, and ensured that they could not escape.