Komamura Sajin nodded with utmost solemnity.
"If becoming stronger means I can better serve Lord Naraku, then I shall devote all my strength to training and honing myself!"
His expression was resolute and earnest, as if he were willing to wager everything on those words.
As a symbol of bravery and loyalty, the moment Naraku Sora eradicated the hidden threat plaguing the Wolfman Clan, Komamura Sajin had acknowledged him as his master, willing to sacrifice everything for him.
Even his own life!
In Komamura Sajin's eyes, Naraku Sora, despite being a Soul Reaper, had not shown any disgust toward their clan's appearance. Instead, even after being attacked by the pack, he still chose to save the Wolfman Clan.
Such a righteous man was worthy of his lifelong devotion.
Urahara Kisuke: "..."
'Why has the direction of this situation suddenly become so delicate?'
'What kind of nonsense is this guy spouting?'
Looking at Komamura Sajin's display of absolute loyalty, Urahara Kisuke was suddenly struck by a strong sense of unease.
Compared to this guy, his own days ahead were probably going to be quite difficult.
Naraku Sora stared at Komamura Sajin, only to see a face full of unwavering loyalty, his expression resolute to the extreme without the slightest hint of hesitation.
"Excellent, Sajin. I have never heard such a satisfying answer!"
"It's decided. From now on, your training will be handled by my beloved subordinate, Kisuke. Strive to complete your training as soon as possible and become a pillar of the Soul Society."
His own training methods were not suitable for others.
Furthermore, he had long forgotten the minor details and fundamentals. Rather than leading a student astray, it was better to find someone capable of nurturing a powerhouse to take charge.
Clearly, in Naraku Sora's eyes, Urahara Kisuke was the perfect man for the job.
No one was more suited to be a teacher than him.
Urahara Kisuke's eyes widened. He had ten thousand curses he wanted to scream in his heart, but considering his own strength wasn't even half of the man standing before him...
In the end, he decisively chose to follow his survival instincts and swallowed the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.
'After today, I definitely need to work hard.'
'Once I achieve something, I will definitely use my invincible Benihime to overthrow this black-hearted bastard!'
'But before that, I should at least put up a little struggle.'
Urahara Kisuke wore a bitter expression.
"Lord Naraku, I still have my own work to do, and you've already handed Ōmaeda Marechinmoshin over to me."
"Besides, I'm also responsible for the young master of the Kuchiki clan's medical treatment."
Naraku Sora waved his hand dismissively. As a fellow slacker, he saw through Urahara Kisuke's petty tricks at a glance.
"Isn't your work just tinkering with little inventions? Kakyo and Tōsen have practically taken over all the paperwork."
"Also, Kuchiki Sōjun's treatment plan was researched by Sōsuke."
"Besides, herding one sheep is the same as herding two. They can even engage in some healthy competition with each other."
Hearing this, Urahara Kisuke immediately revealed a look of profound grief, as if he had just lost his parents.
Seeing this, Naraku Sora magnanimously patted him on the shoulder and consoled him.
"Don't worry, Kisuke. I won't make you do this forever. Once Komamura's training is complete, he'll be able to share your burden, and then you'll be free."
Urahara Kisuke cast a sidelong glance at a certain someone. He felt like he had heard similar words somewhere before.
'I almost forgot. You Genryū folks are the best at making empty promises.'
'That poor Captain Kyōraku is still practicing his sword swings under the waterfall to this day.'
The Head Captain had declared that only when he could sever the waterfall with a single strike without relying on Reiatsu would his task be considered complete and he would be completely free.
Urahara Kisuke still remembered the scene when he had followed Naraku Sora to visit Captain Kyōraku.
The dignified Captain of Squad 8 had complained to him with a face full of sorrow, saying that Yamamoto was unreasonable and that such a daunting task was impossible for anyone to complete.
But before he could even finish his sentence, a certain muscular someone standing nearby had swung a brilliant arc of sword light, instantly cleaving the waterfall in two.
In an instant, countless water droplets splashed like a torrential downpour, and the roaring sound of the falling water came to an abrupt halt.
Seeing that scene, Kyōraku Shunsui looked as if he had been choked. His face turned beet red, and the words on the tip of his tongue were completely stifled. He could only pick up his Zanpakutō again and continue his endless practice.
In Head Captain Yamamoto's words, this method of training allowed a Soul Reaper to better unearth their own power, which would then reflect upon their Zanpakutō and increase the power of their Shikai.
Whether it was actually useful or not was unknown, but there was indeed someone who could do it.
Looking at Kyōraku Shunsui's hardworking back, Urahara Kisuke really wanted to tell him, 'You can't beat them.'
'Those two are pure, inhuman monsters. They don't even fall into the category of normal people.'
'Just because Yamamoto and Naraku can do it doesn't mean anyone else can.'
Although he really wanted to save Kyōraku Shunsui from his misery, for the sake of his own life and safety, Urahara Kisuke very rationally kept his mouth shut.
After casually tossing Komamura Sajin over to Urahara Kisuke, Naraku Sora went to check on the still-unconscious members of the Wolfman Clan.
Unlike Komamura Sajin, these wolfmen still retained their beastly nature. Their personalities were cruel and tyrannical, making them unsuitable to be stuffed into the Gotei 13.
However, now that the leader of the Wolfman Clan was dead, without his restraint and suppression, perhaps in the near future, they could also integrate into the Seireitei and become a powerful asset.
At present, the valley had been devastated beyond recognition. After some consideration, he decided to simply migrate the entire Wolfman Clan to a district closer to the Seireitei.
That way, even if Komamura Sajin wanted to go home to visit his relatives, it would be a bit closer.
As for whether the wolfmen were willing to give up their harsh life here, that could only be decided by a vote after they woke up.
After casually dumping his work onto Urahara Kisuke, Naraku Sora set off to return to the Seireitei.
"Absolute nonsense!!"
A deafening roar echoed through the barracks.
The passing squad members nearby were startled by the shout, but once they identified the source of the voice and that familiar Reiatsu, they went back to their work, completely accustomed to it.
Ever since Head Captain Yamamoto had taken in a new disciple, similar situations occurred frequently. At first, they had thoughts of watching the drama unfold, but as time passed, they simply got used to it.
Inside the tea room, Yamamoto glared, slamming his teacup onto the table as he angrily rebuked,
"I told you to go recruit that Komamura Junichi, and you ended up killing him instead?!"
"You bastard disciple, you didn't take my words to heart at all!"
Naraku Sora scratched his head.
After thinking for two seconds, he decided to reveal everything that had happened in the valley.
After all, he didn't think he had done anything wrong.
A few minutes later, through Naraku Sora's vivid and colorful description, a grueling battle was presented before Yamamoto.
The frail and weak Soul Reaper Naraku, refusing to associate with the evil wolfman, angrily exposed his despicable deeds upon discovering them, thus sparking an astonishing battle.
In order to protect his subordinate, Naraku Sora fought while retreating, nearly having his arm bitten off in the process.
In the end, it was only by burning his inner cosmos that he managed to launch a desperate counterattack and secure a hard-fought victory.
Looking at the uninjured disciple standing before him, who barely even had a speck of dust on him, Yamamoto fell silent.
Even with thousands of years of life experience, when faced with such a brazenly shameless person, he still didn't know what words to use to evaluate him.
'This brat must really think I'm suffering from senile dementia to try and fool me like this.'
The old man narrowed his eyes.
"Fine. Since Komamura Junichi was in the wrong first, we will drop this matter."
"As for the Komamura Sajin you recruited, bring him over for me to take a look at later."
"If there's nothing else, hurry up and get out. Don't disturb my work."
Hearing this, Naraku Sora felt as if he had been granted a grand pardon, hastily fleeing from the oppressive environment.
Watching his retreating back, Yamamoto let out a snort of laughter, his tense expression instantly relaxing.
"Lord Genryūsai, I actually don't think Lord Naraku did anything wrong."
Sasakibe Chōjirō stepped out from nowhere, familiarly pouring water into the empty tea kettle.
"Judging from the intelligence reports, Komamura Junichi violated the terms of the contract more than once, and even secretly reached an agreement with some stubborn nobles."
"He traded the minerals from the Wolfman Clan's territory for contraband resources, which even included Asauchi."
Yamamoto nodded slightly, his voice deep.
"It is precisely because I knew this that I didn't hold it against that brat."
"Komamura Junichi's strength was indeed decent, but in front of that rebellious disciple, he was nothing at all."
"However, I do have a question now."
"Chōjirō, tell me, what is the most important thing for a Head Captain?"
"Is it martial prowess that reigns supreme over the Soul Society, the wisdom to see through the surface of matters to their essence, or the talent to command the overall situation and control everything?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Sasakibe Chōjirō's expression changed slightly.
"Lord Genryūsai, are you..."
He subconsciously thought that something was wrong with Yamamoto's health.
It had to be known that although Soul Reapers had long lifespans, there was ultimately a limit.
"Relax, I'm not at death's door yet. I'm just curious about the answer to this question."
Seemingly seeing through his old friend's worry, Yamamoto waved his hand and casually explained.
Seeing that Yamamoto didn't appear to be ill, Sasakibe Chōjirō felt relieved and turned his thoughts to answering the question.
"If I had to say, strength should be the most important."
"After all, for other aspects, you can have subordinates help share the burden, but the prerequisite is that their personality cannot be as stubborn as yours used to be."
"They must be able to listen to the opinions of others."
Hearing this, Yamamoto was taken aback for a moment before shaking his head and chuckling.
"Speaking of which, I really have changed quite a bit."
The Human World, Karakura Town.
On this day, the Ishida Manor welcomed a special guest.
Upon sensing the other party's identity as a Soul Reaper, Ishida Sōken respectfully invited him to the seat of honor and brought out his best tea to entertain him.
Looking at the elegant demeanor of the strange man, whose posture naturally exuded an air of nobility, Ishida Sōken subconsciously recalled the Quincy gathering from some time ago.
That oppressive figure was still a nightmare he could not forget.
Before leaving, that person had mentioned that he would send another Soul Reaper to negotiate some matters with them after a while. Could it be the man sitting before him?
Ishida Sōken stole another glance at the man.
He had dark green short hair, thin eyebrows, and narrow eyes that revealed a faint smile.
For some reason, upon seeing the smile on the other party's face, not only did Ishida Sōken feel no joy whatsoever, but his heart was instead tightly gripped by an indescribable chill.
After a brief silence, the man broke the quiet.
"Mr. Ishida, are you truly satisfied with the current situation of the Quincies?"
As his words fell, Ishida Sōken's brows instantly furrowed.
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