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

This question was so abrupt that even Arima Shizuya showed a rather embarrassed expression.

He couldn't figure out what Aizen was thinking at all, so what did he mean now? Are you testing me to see if I know his true identity?

So how should I answer it?

While hesitating, Arima Shizuya saw Aizen's expression suddenly relax, and immediately reached out and patted his shoulder gently.

"Haha, it seems that this problem is very difficult for you."

"Then just think about it and be troubled... Jingya-kun, don't trust others too much, even me."

"After all, who doesn't know what the nature will look like behind the skin."

Arima Shizu was also stunned by this sudden change.

Damn it, is this guy kidding me? What a rare situation...

It took him a while to reluctantly digest the information, and then he couldn't help but say.

"Teacher Aizen, are you in any trouble?"

The other party's expression stiffened for a moment.

"Why do Shizuya-kun think so?"

Arima Shizuya pondered for a moment, tilted his head, and showed a rather puzzling expression.

"I just feel that... if it were a normal Aizen-sensei, he wouldn't tell me this."

People will become sensitive and abnormal when they have difficulty adapting and encounter unexpected events.

This theory can also be applied to anyone...

Thinking about the exchanges with Urahara Kisuke, it is not difficult to deduce Arima Shizu.

I am afraid that there has been some progress in the research on Bengyu, but it has encountered a situation similar to a 'bottleneck'.

Even someone as strong as a prison master will have troubles, and this situation itself is not difficult to predict.

It might be better if the comfort could be expressed more directly.

But there is no way, Arima Shizuya is still "out of the situation", so naturally he can't act too familiar.

Otherwise, how will you explain your behavior then?

With these thoughts swirling in Arima Shizuya's mind, he raised his right hand and tried his best to imitate Aizen's usual speaking tone.

"After all, if it were a normal Aizen-sensei, he would probably say something like, 'It is indeed a bad habit to trust others, but on the other hand, people with this trait are also good at getting along with others,' right?"

It’s a mixed bag of good and bad, and it makes sense.

Under normal circumstances, Aizen has this kind of "three-dimensional" image that integrates offense and defense, giving people a headache!

After hearing these words.

Aizen's gaze towards Arima Shizuya also changed a bit at this moment.

His lips moved for a moment, and after two breaths of pause, he finally showed a long-lost smile.

Not the usual kind of smiling face.

The corners of Aizen's mouth curled up, his body shook as if he couldn't help himself, and he made a light 'chi' sound...

Then, the unstoppable smile finally poured out like a flood.

Aizen smiled a little too carelessly.

"Ha, haha... Jingya-kun, you are really interesting."

The person involved showed dark lines all over his face.

No, what on earth are you enjoying? It feels like I have done something outrageous...

"Um, Aizen-sensei, so what's so funny about it?"

The latter took the time to adjust his glasses, and his temperament returned to the feeling of being in an ancient well.

"Haha, you should explore the problem slowly by yourself to gain something, Jingya-kun."

Now, it seems that this person has indeed changed back...

But I was laughed at out of thin air, which made me feel a little unhappy!

"Jingya-kun, it looks like it's getting late today... How about I treat you to a dinner outside before returning to the academy?"

……Um?

Arima Jingya and everyone were three-thirds more energetic.

I retract my preamble, long live the prison master!

"Thank you Aizen-sensei!"

"Oh, you can only feel better after hearing these things."

"After all, the food in Division 12 is not for human consumption, so I got hungry very quickly."

"Will I bring these words to Captain Urahara next time?"

"Gu... please don't do this..."

The master and apprentice just chatted side by side and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

As mentioned above.

Seireitei is very large, and it also takes into account the division of residential areas, team buildings, etc...

Generally speaking, there are relatively prosperous business districts only close to the central area and around a very small number of squads.

The shop Aizen visited with Shizuya Arima looked quite old.

From the outside it doesn't look like much, but inside it's surprisingly lively.

You can see a lot of people in death bully costumes drinking and bragging inside...

The smell of alcohol mixed with fried food filled the air, with a smell of grease from old wood, which made Shizuo Arima frown involuntarily.

A little bit smoky.

But at the same time, it is not difficult to see that this store seems to be quite recognized by the 'god of death'.

After all, I have seen many team members active inside.

"Jingya-kun, you might be a little uncomfortable with it, right? After all, this is a very famous old store... The captain also visited here in the early years."

Ah, it’s not difficult to understand when you say it this way.

It is indeed an old-school Japanese decoration style, and the tables, chairs and benches all look "authentic".

I can only say that although I don't like it very much, what else can I say since I'm being treated?

It's done!

Aizen ordered some things with ease, glanced at Arima Shizuya, and asked.

"Shizuya-kun, do you drink?"

"It's okay if you try a little."

Got it.

Aizen smiled and nodded, and said to the clerk in kimono beside him.

"Excuse me, just give him a glass of grape juice."

My God, this guy doesn't listen to others now, right?

Arima Shizuya, who was no longer able to complain, could only purse her lips and pretend not to hear... About ten minutes later, the clerk dressed in fresh clothes came to the two of them with a tray.

"Sorry for the wait~ These are skewers and sashimi, please enjoy."

Small and exquisite grilled food, all kinds of chicken are tender and not dry.

The sashimi platter piled up with crushed ice is also really interesting.

It must be said that the things certified by Mr. Yamamoto are indeed valuable... In order to replenish energy, Arima Shizuka specially added a few bowls of beef rice.

He ate a lot here, but Aizen just tasted a few skewers of grilled food and put down his chopsticks.

He looked at the surrounding environment calmly, and then glanced at Arima Shizuka from time to time.

This made the parties a little embarrassed.

Putting down the third empty bowl, Arima Shizuka wiped the corners of his mouth and whispered.

"Aren't you going to eat something, Mr. Aizen?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm not that hungry anyway."

"Is that so..."

It can be felt that the other party said it perfunctorily, but it is not the time to pursue it after all, Arima Shizuka can only choose to eat in silence.

Good food! Eat more!

During this time, Aizen got up and said that he was going to the bathroom. Arima Shizuka nodded to show that he understood, and then watched the other party disappear at the end of the corridor.

While eating rice, Arima Shizuka was thinking.

The prison master seems to be under a lot of pressure. Will it help him relax if I tell him more jokes in the next few days?

Just then.

There was a commotion on the second floor.

It seemed that there was some dispute. Something could be heard falling to the ground, making a crisp echo.

Someone was scolding and cursing...

There was a sharp explosion unique to women, which made everyone present look up.

There was a private room upstairs. If you don't make an appointment in advance, you can't enjoy it.

Did someone have a conflict?

Although there was some gossip in my heart, it was better to have less trouble at this time.

Hurry up and continue working...

Before her thoughts could settle, Arima Shizuka saw a black shadow rolling down from the second floor.

Looking closely, the appearance made Arima Shizuka's pupils shrink fiercely.

This figure was not very unfamiliar.

Because the other party was the waiter who served her the food just now.

Half of her kimono was torn off, and her two long braids were scattered on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

However, compared with these, the most worrying thing is the injury on her face.

Her left face was swollen.

It was a unique tragedy caused by the strong invasion of the skin and flesh, and the blood vessels were damaged, causing the blood and tissue fluid to seep out.

In other words.

She was slapped hard on the head.

Seeing that the other party fell at her feet, Arima Shizuka could no longer watch.

She stood up and helped the other party up.

"Are you okay?"

"Woo, woo... Save me, save me!"

I don't know if it was because of the heavy impact or because she was dizzy. The other party couldn't say a complete sentence at all.

At this time.

Several teasing voices came from the entrance of the corridor not far away.

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you running?"

"It's your blessing to be noticed by our people."

"It's a pity to have such a pretty face broken... Well, it doesn't matter, I won't be able to see his face if I come from behind."

The vulgar words made everyone present frown.

At the same time, such wanton remarks also revealed the identity of the other party.

It was the murderer.

How could he be so arrogant?

Arima Shizuka also turned around and saw several drunk people walking down from the upstairs.

There was nothing memorable about their appearance, and the spiritual pressure emanating from their bodies was not oppressive at all.

The other party was also a Shinigami.

Or was it a formally organized... member?

It can only be said that this situation itself is not too rare.

The Gotei 13 had blood on their hands a thousand years ago, and even now, it is an organization that exists only for stability, and naturally will not be obsessed with any "justice".

What's more, this point was also implicitly stated in the original work.

In the chapter of the invasion of the travel disaster, both Inoue Orihime and Ishida Uryu had changed their clothes and mixed in with the Shinigami.

Inoue was harassed in this way.

Only as the heroine, and with the help of Ishida Uryu, could she avoid these attacks.

Put yourself in their shoes, if other female team members with mediocre qualifications who had just joined the team encountered such harassment, what would they do to protect themselves?

This question is really heavy, and it will only make you feel helpless if you delve into it.

Fortunately, Arima Shizuya himself has no filter on these things, so he can maintain a calm mind at the moment.

But after everyone saw clearly the nameplate wrapped around their arms, most people's expressions changed drastically.

"He's from the 11th Squadron..."

"Let's go, let's go...if we get caught, we'll be finished!"

"Hey! You must not get involved with these lunatics..."

Arima Shizuo was also stunned for a moment.

……Why?

Aren’t the people in the 11th Division all fighting mad? When did these precious things come out that only think with the lower body?

Wouldn't Kenpachi teach him a lesson... No, wait.

Arima Shizuya suddenly reacted.

Hundreds of years ago.

The captain of the 11th Division should not be Zaraki Kenpachi.

So who should be the captain of this team now?

At the moment when his thoughts were condensed, a very thick and lazy voice came from behind the group of people.

"What... so slow."

A pair of big footprints came into view.

Behind it is a formidable and generous body.

The swollen body held up the Death Tyrant Suit high, and after just a few steps, the sound of thick breathing could be heard throughout the tavern.

"Woman, woman, woman..."

"I just asked you to bring a woman over."

"Can't you handle this? Huh? A bunch of losers!"

Lifting his legs, he kicked towards the smiling figure in front.

The opponent wailed and flew out, smashing three sets of tables, chairs and benches one after another, and finally fell to the ground covered in blood, looking like he was about to lose his breath...

Arima Shizuya glanced at the man blankly, then looked back.

Just then they met each other's eyes.