Help! I am bound to Aizen!
Chapter 389

Chapter 389

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Today was a day of great celebration for the Zero Division.

More precisely, it was a day of joy for the three male members of the Zero Division.

Because today, Kaelith was leaving!

*Royal Palace, Omotesandō.*

Ōetsu Nimaiya stood at the steps, grinning from ear to ear.

Next to him, Tenjirō Kirinji looked absolutely delighted.

Even the monk standing not far away couldn’t help but feel quite pleased.

During Kaelith’s time in the Zero Division, he had practically lived like a training immortal.

Most of the time, the guy was wandering around cultivating himself.

Every time he felt like he’d improved, he would drag someone out for sparring.

If it had been anyone else, the monk might have welcomed it—after all, being idle for hundreds of thousands of years, finally having someone of similar level to train with wasn’t bad.

But Kaelith... this guy had simulated beating the monk in his mind who knows how many times—fighting him felt like serving prison time.

Even if the monk could forcibly win using authority powers, it never felt satisfying.

When he heard Kaelith was finally leaving, he let out a deep breath of relief.

*Finally… finally no more prison-style sparring!*

Kirio Hikifune carried a large bundle packed with food she had prepared for Kaelith.

Just thinking about her mentor leaving made her feel a little down.

Among those present, only Senjumaru Shutara remained expressionless.

She hadn’t been tormented by Kaelith, nor was she as emotionally attached as Kirio.

In fact, watching the others react, she seemed somewhat confused.

Had these people… really come to see Kaelith as part of the Zero Division?

Wake up already!

Suddenly, a voice echoed:

“Hohoho! You all came to send me off?!”

Before the man appeared, his voice arrived.

In the next instant, Kaelith flashed into view among the group.

The monk looked at him quizzically:

“Why are you later than agreed?”

Kaelith blinked and grinned:

“Took a bath on the way—delayed a bit.”

Took a bath… on the way?

The monk tilted his head, puzzled.

But whatever. He put on a serious expression and advised:

“That ability—you don’t need to rush it.”

“Some things can’t be obtained through effort alone. It might suddenly awaken during ordinary life or at some turning point.”

“If you have questions, you can always re—”

He suddenly paused mid-sentence.

Behind him, Ōetsu and Tenjirō were glaring at him with expressions of deep resentment.

Feeling the pressure from behind, the monk chuckled awkwardly.

“…you can always write me, and I’ll answer everything I can.”

Then, as if remembering something, he added:

“Right, the Royal Palace has a dedicated network line connected to Seireitei. If anything comes up, we can chat in-game!”

Kaelith had no objection and agreed cheerfully.

He reached out to take the food bundle from Kirio, placing it into his shadow space.

After that, he looked at the group, raising his hand and giving a fist salute to each of them:

“Gentlemen and ladies, the green mountains won’t change, the flowing water continues! Until we meet again!”

Seeing Kaelith toss the bundle into his shadow space, Ōetsu suddenly felt like he remembered something.

But thinking harder, he couldn’t quite figure it out.

So he just waved along with everyone else, sending Kaelith off.

Kaelith turned to the monk:

“How about using the Thousand-Mile Heaven-Piercing Palm to send me off one last time?”

At that, the monk burst out laughing.

“No need, no need… with your current strength, flying down yourself is much faster than getting slapped by me.”

Kaelith snorted, walked to the edge of Omotesandō, and leapt off.

Watching his figure gradually fade into the distance, the expressions of the group slowly changed.

Tenjirō scratched his head.

Even though he’d spent years wishing Kaelith would leave and stop messing with his hot springs, now that the guy was actually gone, something felt off.

Damn it, clearly he’d been PTS’d by Kaelith—truly infuriating!

Ōetsu simply sighed.

“Ugh… thinking it over, sure, my forging pool’s been depleted constantly, but it’s not like it can’t be restored. Why was I so hung up on that…”

Realizing he had spent all this time wishing away a friend he could actually talk to, he suddenly felt ashamed.

The monk scratched his head.

After a moment, he laughed:

“Forget it—Kaelith’s not gone for good. When he visits next time, we’ll just throw a big party again.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and headed off.

Back at his palace, Ōetsu thought for a bit, then walked toward the Blade Forging Cliff.

He planned to get some sea breeze and reminisce about the friend who had just left.

Upon reaching the cliff, he froze.

Staring at the scene before him, he looked bewildered—as if doubting reality.

Below the cliff, where the roaring sea used to crash against the rocks, was now just a barren crater.

Swords and blades stuck out haphazardly from the pit, all previously sealed evil blades once submerged in the seabed.

Everything confirmed this was real. He hadn’t gone to the wrong place—this was his blade-forging sea, now dry.

Although the sea level had dropped significantly from Kaelith’s years of use… this total evaporation—what the hell?!

Ōetsu suddenly recalled what Kaelith had said—

*“Took a bath on the way—delayed a bit.”*

You bastard! That “bath” was this?!

No wonder the sea’s water consumption had slowed the past six months…

He was saving up for this moment?!

Staring at the “basin” before him, Ōetsu’s vision went black.

Then, he thought of something.

“Crap!”

With a flash, he rushed down into the now-dried basin.

Before a large rock, he stared at the scar left by a blade that once rested there, and his expression turned to pure Komamura-level despair.

“Kaelith you villain! I, Ōetsu Nimaiya, will never forget this grudge!!”

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Kaelith plunged downward at high speed.

As his velocity increased, he confirmed that no one had followed him. He grinned and pulled a blade from his shadow space.

This blade—Ikikishikihā.

Roughly two thousand years ago, when Yamamoto was still a youth, Hueco Mundo had more than one king besides Baraggan.

A Hollow just as ancient and powerful as Baraggan invaded Soul Society.

After defeating the young Yamamoto, the Hollow smashed through seals and barriers, storming the Royal Palace.

As a reward for its stubbornness, the monk erased its name and gave it a new one: “Ikikishikihā.”

Ōetsu, ever the madman, forged a special Zanpakutō to seal this Hollow within it.

From then on, the colossal Hollow became the source of the blade’s power.

When Ōetsu finished telling this story, Kaelith’s eyes lit up.

If he could bring this Hollow back to Hueco Mundo, Baraggan would definitely be… surprised, wouldn’t he?

That thought alone made him giddy.

Hehehe!

Stashing Ikikishikihā, Kaelith kicked off the air.

With the boost from his natural physique, he didn’t fear the stress of acceleration.

Faster—faster!

The air around him ignited with friction, forming a red conical shockwave.

Kaelith streaked through the sky like a blazing fireball, crashing toward the mountains of Rukongai.

But just as impact was about to happen, despite his speed being enough to cause a massive explosion, his body halted mid-air in a strange pause.

He flipped in the air and landed steadily, arms spread.

“Perfect score!”

After rating himself, he cheerfully walked off in a certain direction.

But after a few steps, he suddenly sensed something and vanished.

In the forest, a tall, beautiful girl with long braided hair was directing over a dozen squad members to collect materials nearby.

She showed no expression, like an android.

Holding a paper folder pressed against her chest, she checked it diligently.

The elegant curves of her chest were accentuated by the folder—drawing some attention.

“The plant materials Lord Chiori requested have been mostly collected. Next is… hmm?”

The girl suddenly paused, stunned.

She lifted her head and looked in a certain direction.

There, standing beside a tree in a white haori, was a man waving at her with a smile.

When she saw his face, her initial reaction was one of surprise.

Then, a joyful smile appeared.

She set down her clipboard and ran toward the man.

“Lord Kaelith! You’re back!”

From her creation to the countless tuning sessions that followed, her soul had been personally calibrated by Kaelith—so when it came to him, there was no mistaking.

This recognition, emerging from the depths of her soul, was something she would never feel toward anyone else.

Looking at the girl before him, Kaelith reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

“It’s been a while, Nemune… you’ve really grown up.”

The last time they met, Nemune was somewhere between a high schooler and freshman college. Now, she fully looked like a young woman.

According to Mayuri, once she matured to this stage, her physical development would basically stop.

Kaelith had always thought old men were impossible to reason with.

If it were up to him, he would’ve kept Nemune in her senior high school form—not for any odd reason, but because he genuinely preferred the straightforward charm and simplicity of that stage in life.

Because she saw Kaelith, Nemune immediately halted her data collection.

She dismissed the squad members she had brought with her and led Kaelith to a grassy area, gently helping him lie down and using her thighs as a pillow.

Even Kaelith, who had seen all kinds of things, was surprised by this move.

“Where did you even learn this from…” Kaelith said with an awkward smile.

Nemune gave a gentle smile:

“Lord Mayuri said this was something you liked, Lord Kaelith. He compiled a set of information and had me memorize it—so I could use it for you when the chance came.”

Mayuri, you damn—elderly yet disturbingly vigorous “brilliant scientist”—how could you teach innocent Nemune this kind of thing? You’ll pay for this later!

With that internal scolding, Kaelith happily adjusted his head, snuggling into Nemune’s lap and finding the perfect spot.

Enjoying the comfortable lap pillow, he chatted with Nemune about the recent happenings in Seireitei.

In truth, even though he’d spent all these years in the Soul King Palace, he’d still kept up with major events in Seireitei.

All significant incidents in Soul Society would be periodically compiled and sent to the palace for the higher-ups to stay informed.

His conversation with Nemune was partly to enjoy her lap pillow, but also to verify and fill in any gaps in his understanding.

After listening to her summary, Kaelith nodded.

“I see. That clears things up.”

“Sōsuke’s still just a vice-captain after all these years?”

“Even Gin managed to make captain before him—that has to sting.”

Imagining Ichimaru Gin grinning with narrowed eyes, teasing Aizen with, “Aizen Vice-Captain,” Kaelith couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image.

After lying there for a while, he sat up—not using his hands at all—just relying on powerful legs and core strength to rise smoothly from the ground.

“Lord Kaelith, are you returning to Seireitei?” Nemune asked.

Kaelith shook his head.

“Though I’d like to… I need to head to the World of the Living first.”

“This time I rushed down here because I’m on a mission. If I screw it up at a time like this, I’ll be losing sleep over it.”

He reached out and ruffled Nemune’s hair again, grinning.

“Tell everyone I said hello. Or—no, forget it. I’ll just say it myself when I get back.”

With that, his figure vanished into the air.

Watching him disappear, Nemune smiled and shook her head.

With spiritual pressure as powerful as Lord Kaelith’s, the moment he descended from the Soul King Palace, everyone surely already noticed—there was no need for her to deliver any message…

…Hm?

As she thought this, her expression suddenly grew uncertain.

Staring at the spot where Kaelith had vanished, she realized something felt off.

From beginning to end—she hadn’t felt Lord Kaelith’s spiritual pressure even once…

How could that be?

He wasn’t wearing anything to suppress spiritual energy, and he was so close to her—practically in direct contact. How could she not have sensed a thing?

Nemune placed a hand over her chest.

Lord Kaelith… just what kind of existence have you become now?

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Passing through the tunnel of the Dangai, Kaelith arrived in the World of the Living.

The first thing that came to mind upon arrival was: after all these years, what had Bambietta turned into?

Although he was a bit curious, more pressing than Bambietta right now… was the other matter.

Sensing the spiritual pressure in the air, he smiled and used Shunpo to arrive at his destination.

Looking at the building in front of him bearing the sign “Kurosaki Clinic,” Kaelith couldn’t help but feel a bit nostalgic.

It had already been around two hundred years since he came to this world.

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