Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training

"Lord Aizen, this is the content of my subordinate's recent work."

Dong Xian was kneeling on one knee, burying his head deeply at this moment, and said in a pious and respectful tone.

"Please also give us other instructions."

The scene is still the familiar fifth division team building, but this is not the usual evening time for gatherings on weekdays - there is still light outside the window, obviously it is still daytime.

Aizen calmly listened to Tosen Kaname's report, and gave a noncommittal hum at this moment.

"Well done."

Praise is an act of recognition, which essentially affirms the behavior of others.

Needless to say, Aizen at this moment has no dissatisfaction with Tosen Kaname's behavior.

So at this time, Aizen can only give some suggestions.

"The current situation of the Ninth Division is still not stable. Take advantage of this opportunity to work harder and strive to move your position forward."

Facing Aizen's suggestion, Tōsen Kaname's head was buried three-thirds deeper.

"Chengzhi!"

"That's good, I don't have anything else to pay for now."

"Then my subordinates will sue first..."

There was a grunt.

Before Dongxian could finish his words, the door was already pushed open.

No one has entered the room yet.

The head with yellow hair has already poked in.

"Hey~ I'm sorry Aizen, I have something to trouble you with again... uh, is anyone in the room?"

Hirako Mako showed a rather surprised expression and looked at Tosen Kaname up and down for a while.

His brows wrinkled unconsciously.

"Have we met somewhere?"

The latter just shook his head with a normal expression and said in a calm tone.

"I'm just a little guy who just joined the team. It's normal for you, Captain Hirako, not to remember."

"Is that so?"

Such a subtle sense of dissonance made Hirako Mako subconsciously want to explore it.

But Aizen standing next to him interrupted at the right time.

"Captain, please don't embarrass the new team members. Besides, training for new members is part of my job. Please don't put too much pressure on the new members."

Reasonable and convincing.

Hirako Mako could only turn his gaze back to Aizen.

Dongxian beside him took half a step back in time and walked out of the room cautiously - but as soon as he left, his expression changed from relaxed to tense.

Subconsciously he quickened his pace.

It wasn't until they pulled away that he couldn't help but start breathing heavily.

The situation just now was not urgent.

After all, he was not a newcomer to the fifth division at all, and facing a captain-level figure under such circumstances... the pressure in Dong Xian Kaname's heart was exaggerated.

But luckily.

In the end, under the influence of Jing Hua Shui Yue, he managed to get through without any danger.

But then again...

Obviously, I would wait until late at night before meeting each other, but for some reason, recently I suddenly adjusted to meeting during the day.

‘Is it to test the mettle of my subordinates? ’

Apart from that, Tōsen Kaname can't think of any other reasons for the time being.

If Ma Jing was there, that idiot would have been able to handle it easily.

Just a simple comparison was enough to make Dong Xian feel a sense of urgency called pressure.

As expected, I am still a little too raw and immature.

We have to continue to speed up the pace.

This side is thinking crazy, while on the other side, Yu Aizen's side...

Hirako Mako was explaining some relatively routine tasks to Aizen. Both parties' attitudes were very calm, and they seemed to be completely accustomed to this method of negotiation.

The captain's duties were delegated to the vice-captain.

But the corresponding power was not given.

This behavior seemed to many people to be a deliberate attempt to embarrass Aizen, but for the person involved, there seemed to be no 'pressure' at all.

Still smiling, he agreed.

"Chengzhi, I will deal with it later."

"Oh, then I'll leave it to you~"

Considering the delicate relationship between the two parties recently, this is usually where the exchange ends.

But today is a little different.

Hirako Mako couldn't help but twitch his nose. He seemed to have noticed something new and looked around the office at this moment.

Soon, his eyes were locked on the object on the table.

It was a wooden product no larger than the size of a palm.

At first glance, it looked like a dark thing, but after a closer look, I found that the base of this thing was actually a gloomy purple color.

"Um, Aizen, this is..."

Looking at the direction Hirako Mako was pointing, Aizen raised his eyebrows slightly, and then couldn't help but smile.

"Are you talking about this? It's just some fun to kill time and make you laugh."

He doesn't shy away from being looked at by others.

Aizen stood up, held the small wooden object in his palm, and gently opened the cover.

There was burnt yellow smoke inside, and it was feeling like ashes after burning out.

Hirako Mako's eyes suddenly widened a lot.

"Ah! I know this...it's the kind of incense altar specially used to decorate a room, right?"

"It made you laugh."

"Are you still being so polite? Really... Can you show it to me?"

"Of course, it's just a little hot, please be careful."

After receiving it in his palm, Hirako Mako put it under his eyelids and began to look at it carefully.

To be honest, Hirako Mako has seen a lot of this kind of thing.

After all, there is no lack of religious atmosphere in the Soul Society, for the needs of worshiping ancestors and offering sacrifices to immortals and Buddhas.

Naturally, there are not too few similar objects.

But those things are not as delicate as this one.

Four supporting legs, round body, a tumbling dragon is engraved around the full belly, and even on the decorative edges, there are obvious carved patterns.

Hirako Mako is not going to brag about the spirit of craftsmanship, but at least he can see...

This thing must not be too cheap.

After all, it is necessary to carve obvious patterns in such a small space, and it must also be well insulated.

You have to know that this thing is a wooden product...and it has to have internal combustion inside.

While thinking, he moved his eyes to the small veil in Aizen's hand.

The other party handed it over as if they had a telepathic connection, and Mako Hirako couldn't help but say.

"Oh, thank you~"

Since you have to look at it, shouldn't you look at it carefully?

It was only after receiving it that Mako Hirako saw the densely packed holes on the veil... It was like the thousand-leaf windows on the ancient city, which looked tight but not creepy.

There was only a subtle sense of order.

These things are designed to allow the objects placed in the altar to exchange air with the outside world.

It is indeed worthy of admiration.

Even Mako Hirako couldn't help but whisper at this moment.

"What a great thing..."

Aizen seemed to be quite pleased with this sentence, and the smile that had been hanging on his face was even more intense at this moment.

"Aizen, where did you buy this?"

"Is Captain Hirako also tempted?"

"Who wouldn't like such a beautiful and fun thing?"

"To be honest, this thing was given to me by someone else, so I really don't know why it came from."

Is that so? That's a pity.

"But it's not bad... Your office has always been very clean and there is no smell."

"If you can be immersed in this kind of incense, it will at least make people feel some memorable points."

"Since you are the vice-captain of the fifth division, you must have some personal characteristics, what do you think?"

There are rarely such long speeches.

So much so that Aizen showed a thoughtful expression.

After a moment of silence, he responded.

"I know, thank you Captain Hirako for reminding me."

"You are so polite..."

After returning it to the table with emotion, Hirako Mako raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at Aizen in front of him at this moment.

"By the way, it seems that you have a very close friend who can give such a precious thing."

Friend?

"Maybe so."

Aizen replied calmly, and the brief exchange between the two sides seemed to have come to an end at this moment.

"Then I won't bother you. If you have any difficulties in your future work, remember to tell me."

"Well, then I won't send you, Captain Hirako."

The two sides are not the same kind of people.

To outsiders, it seems to be a close relationship, but to the parties involved, it is just a disguise to deceive everyone.

——I have been watching you.

——I know you have been watching me.

If the two parties who are so tacitly in love have a close relationship, they may become comrades who trust each other.

But on the other hand.

Now that a high wall has been built in their hearts, it seems that there is no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides.

They are also the messengers of the illusion-type Zanpakutō.

The two sides are in contact with each other, but they also seem to hate each other.

After Hirako Mako left the room, Aizen also sat back in his seat.

"..."

Silent silence.

The command that could make Tosen sweat did not have any unique meaning in itself.

Rather, Aizen simply wanted to take further tentative actions.

My mirror flower and water moon.

How far can you fool people and play with them?

It is really a curious anecdote... Although it may make people think that the character is bad, to be honest.

At this moment, Aizen did feel some nameless emotional fluctuations from the heart.

Regret, emotion.

But at the same time, it was mixed with a little contempt.

Sure enough, you and I have never been on the same path from beginning to end.

I am not very willing to admit it, but it is also a certain established fact.

Hirako Mako, I am indeed a little similar to you.

——The same type of Zanpakuto, don't like to tell people, good at looking down on everyone and everything.

Think you have control over the overall situation.

That's right, this is it.

Aizen pushed his glasses silently and pursed his lips at this moment.

What I don't want to admit is the commonality, and what makes me sigh is the difference.

Hirako Mako, I am not the same as you.

"Since you want to defeat your opponent and control the overall situation."

"You just keep giving in and just want to keep a vague distance, thinking that this will be foolproof?"

How should I put it.

"Do you think people are monkeys in the theater?"

If that's the case.

It's really arrogance in another sense.

After all...

"People will always grow."

Absorb nutrients and refine the essence.

Even if it's just one step at a time, the so-called "people" are constantly repeating the action of moving forward at this moment.

At the same time, Aizen believes that there is another difference between him and Hirako.

A comrade who is trustworthy and trustworthy.

Putting his right hand on the desk, Aizen lowered his eyebrows and began to stroke the small incense burner in front of him calmly.

The corners of his mouth were raised lightly at this moment with a fairly gentle arc.

Speaking honestly.

Aizen doesn't like this kind of thing with a particularly strong smell, because it makes him feel like he is "taking over the show".

Aizen Sosuke will learn and make up for his shortcomings.

But I will never let the colors of others cover myself.

Yes, if it was in the past...

Just looking at the delicate things in my hand at this moment, I think of the mood when I received the gift.

The brilliance in Aizen's eyes softened by more than three points unconsciously.

It seems.

Occasionally making some "unnecessary" changes is not unacceptable.

As mentioned before, as long as people remain in the world, they will continue to move forward and find the next way out.

And now it seems.

"It's...enough."

A low hum came out, and Aizen's eyes condensed slightly.

I have begun to hate it.

Whether it is tedious administrative work or the unchanging office.

Interpersonal communication itself has no meaning, and making friends with others is just a compromise to cover up.

Everything is to achieve the ultimate goal, and for Aizen at this moment...

Under this man's hands, he can no longer learn anything.

Even his own experiments have entered a stagnant period that makes people upset.

Since it is waste, it needs to be used reasonably.

Therefore.

Burn fully.

Like the ashes in the incense burner.

Try your best to make something shine and heat, which can be regarded as another kind of dedication to research.

When his thoughts were condensed, Aizen subconsciously took out a pen and paper.

He would send a handwritten letter.

And this seemingly insignificant thing also meant that Aizen had made a decision at this moment.

Pick up the pen and think.

Just as he was about to fall, he subtly paused for a long moment.

And at this moment, he turned his head and stared out the window behind him.

Outside the 5th Division barracks.

Under the gloomy, gray sky.

Along with the biting cold wind, fine snow like goose feathers was floating.

Another year has passed.

The so-called time... is really a thing that makes people sigh.

So.

The words I wanted to say at the beginning also condensed and took shape silently at this moment.

‘Winter is coming...’

‘How are you recently? ’

‘Shizuya-kun. ’