[My girlfriend sent 600,000 yuan as a year-end bonus and transferred 800,000 yuan to me. She said the extra 200,000 was a reward from her godfather at work. I can't shake the feeling that something is off (suspicious face).]
[Anyway, let's focus on the real issue.]
[Now look at this adorable Nilu in front of you—who could say no to a Nilu whose tongue forms the words "love you"?]
[After absorbing Kanbaru's white Reiatsu and giving him a few squeezes, Nilu successfully re-evolved into a Vasto Lorde.]
[But don't get too excited—Nilu's current form is unstable and will take time to solidify.]
Indeed, she had returned to the Vasto Lorde level.
Reading the system notification, Kanbaru smiled and rubbed Nilu's head gently.
"Using Nilu to cancel out Hollowfication?"
"Kanbaru, you really are…"
In the living room—
Shiba Isshin looked at Nilu, now wearing Kanbaru's spare clothes, with a complicated expression.
As a former captain of the Gotei 13, he was certainly no stranger to Hollowfication.
Shinigami have limits to their growth.
Hollows transcend theirs through Arrancarization, gaining Shinigami powers.
Likewise, Shinigami can break their limits by forcibly undergoing Hollowfication to gain Hollow powers—this is what Aizen tried to control using the Hōgyoku.
But this process is incredibly dangerous. The risk of death is extremely high. Even if one survives, a failed Hollowfication causes total loss of sanity and humanity, turning the subject into a mindless beast.
Even captain-level Shinigami rarely survive Hollowfication. Mastering it is nearly impossible.
Shiba Isshin still vividly remembered the Hollowfication incident from over a century ago—when several captain and vice-captain-level Shinigami lost control during Aizen's experiment.
That event resulted in the exile of powerful Shinigami like Hirako Shinji and Hachigen, who survived only with Urahara Kisuke's intervention.
Since then, Hollowfication had been strictly banned in Soul Society, categorized as forbidden research under Central 46's edicts.
Yet here Kanbaru was, using Nilu to absorb corrupted Reiatsu and forcibly dispel the Hollowfication process like it was no big deal?
What kind of ridiculous workaround was that?
Shiba Isshin was questioning his entire worldview.
"Did you manage to confirm the identity of the intruder?"
Kanbaru abruptly raised his head and asked.
"No. Whoever it was used some kind of advanced tech or kido to suppress their Reiatsu. I couldn't even detect a residual trail," Isshin sighed, already understanding Kanbaru's concerns.
Knowing there was a traitor lurking in Soul Society felt like a dagger twisting in his chest.
It left him with a bitter taste—and no solution in sight.
But Isshin wasn't one to dwell too long on the unchangeable.
Pushing the thoughts aside, he looked at Kanbaru seriously. "I'm returning to the Soul Society immediately to report what happened here to the Captain-Commander."
"Also…"
"I'll handle Nilu's legal status this time."
Kanbaru nodded. "Thanks."
Isshin raised an eyebrow. "You're being unusually polite. That's new."
"I was actually going to exaggerate my injuries to ask for backup…"
[He's just an old monkey. Are we sure he doesn't know some shady macaque?]
Isshin, of course, couldn't hear the passive-aggressive system commentary.
He turned to Matsumoto Rangiku. "Rangiku, coming back with me?"
Rangiku blinked innocently. "But Captain, I still have stuff to do here. Maybe you could go first?"
Nice try, boss. I know you're just trying to rope me into paperwork again.
With her salted-fish energy in full swing, Rangiku shook her head firmly. Her long blonde hair swayed with the motion—adding an oddly majestic flair.
Though let's be real, twin ponytails would be even better.
---
The next few days passed quietly.
Kanbaru didn't go after Aizen yet—he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to enter Soul Society cleanly.
Until one day…
A single pair of underwear changed everything.
"What's this now…"
Kanbaru frowned and stuck a handwritten note on a telephone pole.
Just then, an elderly man with white hair and a beard approached. He wore square glasses and a formal white suit with a button-down coat.
He stopped at the pole, adjusted his glasses, and read the note aloud:
> "Lost & Found."
"Someone dropped a pair of wet women's hot pants in front of my door yesterday. This could affect my relationship with my sister, Kurosaki Masaki, so please come claim them."
"Signed, Mr. Kurosaki—a civic-minded individual who prefers to remain anonymous."
"…?"
The old man's face twitched violently.
"People really have no shame these days."
"If I find out who did this… I'll show her what true spiritual pressure is."
Kanbaru, looking completely sincere, nodded solemnly. "Indeed. This sort of thing endangers public morals."
"…Is that the problem here?"
Wait… why would it affect your relationship with your sister?
No, stop. You almost dragged me into your nonsense logic.
The old man composed himself and gave a corporate smile.
"I'm—"
"No insurance."
"…"
Bruh.
He tried again, politely. "Actually, I—"
"I don't want your sales pitch. Leave before I call the police. I know a scam when I see one." Kanbaru pulled out his phone.
"…!"
The man was visibly restraining the urge to slap him.
"I'm Robert Ajutron. I just moved into this neighborhood. I'm your new neighbor and wanted to say hi."
He blitzed through the sentence so fast Kanbaru didn't have time to interrupt.
Done. Finally. Victory.
"…Carrot head?"
Kanbaru tilted his head.
"…It's Robert."
"Carrot something?"
Kanbaru scratched his head again.
"…!"
Radish your face! Can you not?
Robert managed to compose himself yet again. "Once more: Robert Ajutron. Just call me Robert."
He pulled out a package and offered it. "This is a gift. First meeting—please accept it."
He even bowed politely.
Kanbaru accepted it…
Then promptly shoved it back into Robert's arms.
"…???"
"You're generous for a stranger," Kanbaru said with a sage-like tone. "But my old neighbors gave me things all the time. Am I the kind of guy who just takes things from others?"
"Don't underestimate my principles!"
"…"
Robert's face turned pale.
Boom.
A fiery explosion erupted—smoke billowing high into the sky as a mushroom cloud formed.
The package had exploded.
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