[Bleach: The Invincible Slacker] Chapter 26 - 30

Chapter 26: The Expanding Tsunayashiro Family

If anyone else had said this, Ise Nanao would have dismissed it as arrogance.

But coming from Uehara Shiroha, the words carried undeniable weight.

After all, Uehara Shiroha was infamous in Soul Society for his laid-back, playboy lifestyle.

At the same time, he was also recognized as a prodigy—powerful, versatile, and undeniably brilliant.

More importantly, Ise Nanao had personally experienced his exceptional teaching abilities and his astonishing proficiency in Kido.

As she gazed at him with admiration, Uehara Shiroha smirked.

If this system operated on a favorability meter instead of a task system, I’d probably see a notification pop up right now.

Without further delay, the two resumed their training.

After another intensive lesson, Ise Nanao’s proficiency in Kido had advanced significantly. Her appreciation for Uehara Shiroha deepened as well.

Meanwhile, Uehara Shiroha was pleased with her progress.

At this rate, this special mission will be completed in no time.

And once it was done, the war between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo would likely break out. When that happened, he knew he’d have to make a move.

After all, the three old men in the First Division had tolerated his antics for long enough. They were probably itching to use this opportunity to test him.

But Uehara Shiroha wasn’t concerned.

That night, he headed to the pleasure district for a drink.

"Master Shiroha, you haven't visited for several days!"

Matsuko, a courtesan with a sweet, satisfied smile, greeted him warmly.

This kind of tenderness and charm was reserved exclusively for Uehara Shiroha.

She had been with him from the beginning and had long since become his personal courtesan.

With one pouring tea and wine while the other sipped leisurely, the two conversed in a relaxed manner, their laughter mingling with the warm glow of the lanterns.

Uehara Shiroha enjoyed the atmosphere.

He wasn’t particularly fond of bloodshed and conflict—though, of course, he wouldn’t allow anyone to bring the fight to him either.

Just as he was basking in the moment, his expression suddenly shifted.

He listened carefully.

From outside, he heard a maid’s voice attempting to stop someone—followed by a rough, arrogant voice.

"I am a guard of the Tsunayashiro family! And yet, a mere geisha dares to put on airs?"

"I've never even heard of the Seventh Seat of the First Division! Hah! You so-called Shinigami are nothing more than lapdogs raised by my master…"

Hearing this, Uehara Shiroha smiled at Matsuko.

"Prepare me a cup of wine. I’ll be right back."

Then, he stood up, opened the door, and stepped out.

Outside, the Tsunayashiro family’s personal Shinigami was brandishing his sword, trying to intimidate the two maids.

The courtesans of the pleasure district weren’t defenseless—they also functioned as half-guards and had managed to hold him back.

But as a dog of a great noble house, the Shinigami was used to getting his way. And now, he had drawn his sword in frustration.

Uehara Shiroha took in the scene in an instant.

Aside from two hidden Onmitsukidō scouts stationed by Suì-Fēng, there were no other Shinigami present.

After confirming that this wasn’t a setup, he drew his own blade and shouted:

"Who is this lunatic daring to draw a sword against the Seventh Seat of the First Division?! Stand down!"

Before the Tsunayashiro member could react, an overwhelming wave of freezing energy surged toward him, instantly encasing him in ice.

Uehara Shiroha had deliberately used excessive force. Even if the man survived, he would be crippled for life.

From the shadows, the two Onmitsukidō scouts watched in stunned silence.

What now?

Should they continue tracking him?

Should they step in?

Can we even win?!

While they hesitated, Uehara Shiroha turned toward them with a sharp glare.

"There are accomplices? Who are you? How dare you conspire to assassinate a seated officer of the First Division?!"

Before either of them could react, his Stand ability—White Album—activated soundlessly.

Two more ice sculptures appeared where they had been standing.

This time, however, he held back.

Not because he wanted to show mercy, but because he didn’t want to offend two great noble families at once.

After all, if he stirred up too much trouble, Captain Commander Yamamoto would have to step in to protect him.

And that would just lead to him getting scolded.

With that settled, Uehara Shiroha turned on his heel and leisurely strolled back inside.

Sitting down, he picked up his cup. "Great taste. Not bad!"

Matsuko, who had initially gone pale with fear, now gazed at him with admiration.

"Brother Shiroha, I might’ve caused you some trouble."

Not long after, Kyoraku Shunsui arrived to check on the situation, handling the aftermath while wearing his usual lazy smile.

"My conflicts with the Tsunayashiro family run deep," he explained. "And since we’re friends, it’s inevitable they’d target you too.

Lately, the Tsunayashiro family has been growing more aggressive. You should be careful."

Among the Five Great Noble Houses:

• The family that guarded Hell had long since withdrawn from Soul Society.

• The Shiba family had exiled themselves to Rukongai.

• The Kuchiki family remained bound by the rules of the Sixth Division and noble traditions.

• The Shihōin family once had power through the Second Division and Onmitsukidō, but after Yoruichi defected, their influence had weakened.

With so many old families in decline, the Tsunayashiro family had become the greatest beneficiary.

They had been expanding rapidly, growing increasingly arrogant.

This provocation against Uehara Shiroha?

It was simply a test to see how much they could push the Gotei 13.

After all, the noble families and the Gotei 13 operated as two separate systems—technically, the nobles still ruled over the Gotei 13.

Even as a captain, Kyoraku Shunsui had little authority over them.

But Uehara Shiroha remained indifferent.

"Brother Kyoraku, you’re being too polite. There’s no need to talk about ‘dragging me into trouble’—our relationship isn’t that shallow.

I don’t start trouble, but I’m never afraid of it.

Even if the Tsunayashiro family has deep roots… well, I have the Captain-Commander backing me!"

This was truly an unexpected situation.

Kyoraku Shunsui came from an upper-class noble family himself, and he was skilled at maneuvering through political games.

Yet now, the Tsunayashiro family had set their sights on him—and by extension, Uehara Shiroha.

The irony was almost amusing.

I was planning to target the Tsunayashiro family eventually, Uehara Shiroha mused.

But before he could make a move, they had thrown themselves at him first.

Kyoraku Shunsui shook his head in disbelief. "Hah… you really are something else."

In the end, the matter was left unresolved.

The Tsunayashiro family—and the noble houses of Soul Society as a whole—knew better than to directly challenge Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

After all, the old noble families still remembered what kind of ruthless monster the original Gotei 13 had been a thousand years ago.

But what puzzled them was why Yamamoto, who was always strict about rules, was protecting this kid.

Who exactly was Uehara Shiroha?

Not only was he brazenly fearless, but he was also receiving special treatment from Yamamoto himself.

Meanwhile, Suì-Fēng was furious.

Glaring at the two subordinates who had just recovered, she snapped,

"You two are supposed to be the elite of the Onmitsukidō’s First Division! And yet, you were captured so easily?! You’ve brought shame to the entire corps!"

Deep inside, she desperately wanted to drag Uehara Shiroha straight to the Maggot’s Nest.

But since Yamamoto had spoken, she had no choice but to obey.

Chapter 27: Night Exploration of Noble Street

As night fell, Uehara Shiroha left a shadow clone as a decoy and quietly made his way toward the noble district of Seireitei.

Noble Street was located east of the Sixth Division barracks, almost at the very center of Seireitei.

The district’s central area was filled with extravagant mansions, private medical facilities, and high-end dining establishments—luxuries reserved exclusively for the noble class.

Without noble lineage or special permission, even a captain-level Shinigami wasn’t allowed to set foot here.

Of course, if someone really wanted to sneak in, they could use the sewer system beneath Seireitei.

But for Uehara Shiroha, such methods were unnecessary.

With his Zanpakutō ability that similar like Kamui called Shunkyō [Fleeting Void], bypassing the district’s security was effortless.

Although the barriers here weren’t as absurdly fortified as those guarding the Soul King’s Palace, they still weren’t to be underestimated.

Along the way, Uehara Shiroha detected multiple layers of concealed barriers and traps made of Sekkiseki.

For most ordinary captains, breaching these defenses wouldn’t be easy.

But for him?

They might as well not exist.

As he strolled forward, a thought crossed his mind.

If only I could get an item like the [Marauder’s Map] from Harry Potter… Imagine how lively that would be.

On the surface, Soul Society appeared peaceful.

But in reality?

It was a den of monsters.

At night, the hidden forces lurking in the shadows would emerge.

Aizen, lost in his research.
A loving sister secretly watching over her brother.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri, conducting twisted experiments.
Azahiro, quietly observing everything.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada, plotting the annihilation of his own family...

Each one had their own deadly talents.

But none of them could compare to his ability to become a Hollow at will.

With no obstacles in his path, Uehara Shiroha reached the heart of Noble Street.

Here, grand mansions lined the streets, each more extravagant than the last.

One particular residence stood out—a gaudy display of excessive wealth, with a nameplate inscribed with the word Omaeda.

Ah, so this is the Omaeda family's estate…

The Omaedas were a notoriously wealthy noble family—practically Seireitei’s equivalent of nouveau riche.

Omaeda Marechiyo’s father, Omaeda Marenoshin, was only a vice-captain, yet he had the wealth to casually purchase a gem mine.

At this point in time, however, Marenoshin had not yet officially retired from his position as vice-captain of the Second Division and commander of the Onmitsukidō.

He was still in the process of handing over his responsibilities.

During this transition period, Omaeda Marenoshin and some veteran Onmitsukidō members were stationed near the Shihōin estate, ensuring its security.

As Uehara Shiroha approached, he sensed several concealed spiritual pressures.

It was clear that ever since Yoruichi’s defection, certain factions had set their sights on the Shihōin family’s wealth and influence.

Despite the nobles’ so-called "honor" and "hierarchy," they had their own traditions of betrayal.

Let’s not forget—the power of the Five Great Noble Houses came from their betrayal of the Soul King.

If these people truly believed in “following the rules,” they would’ve been devoured long ago.

The noble families weren’t united—they were in constant competition, always scheming and backstabbing one another.

Thinking about this, Uehara Shiroha raised his gaze toward the largest mansion on the street.

It towered over the surrounding buildings, its sheer extravagance an insult to the concept of modesty.

The mainstream architecture of Soul Society followed a style reminiscent of Japan’s Heian period—simple, integrated with nature, and rarely exceeding three stories.

Even the Kuchiki estate, owned by one of the oldest and most powerful noble houses, maintained a relatively traditional design.

But this place?

It was practically declaring itself the ruler of Seireitei.

This was the Tsunayashiro family’s mansion.

The same Tsunayashiro family that had not only betrayed the Soul King but dismembered him for their own gain.

"Flaunting your power like this? You’re just begging for death."

Disgust filled Uehara Shiroha’s heart.

The sheer inequality in Soul Society was sickening.

One single street hoarded 99% of Seireitei’s wealth and resources.

Was that reasonable?

Of course not.

Time to fix that imbalance.

Besides, there was a good chance the Tsunayashiro family had already marked him as a target.

That alone was enough reason to act.

Without hesitation, he summoned a shadow clone and sent it off to randomly select a lucky victim.

The next day, news spread through Noble Street like wildfire, sending shockwaves through the great noble houses.

A member of the Tsunayashiro family—Tsunayashiro Kumagawa—had been assassinated overnight.

The only clue left at the scene?

The emblem of the Onmitsukidō.

Though Tsunayashiro Kumagawa had a horrendous reputation—his hands stained with countless crimes—the Tsunayashiro family didn’t care about commoners' lives.

What did it matter if a few “ants” died?

But for them, a noble’s life was different.

The Tsunayashiro family saw themselves as the leaders of the Five Great Noble Houses. They looked down upon Shinigami, commoners, and even lower-ranking nobles.

To them, Shinigami were disposable.
Commoners were disposable.
But a Tsunayashiro?

Unacceptable.

This wasn’t just a murder—it was a provocation. A humiliation.

Outraged, the Tsunayashiro family immediately pressured the Central 46.

Normally, internal matters between noble houses were handled by the Gold Seal Noble Council—a governing body that outranked the Central 46 in noble affairs.

However, when it came to execution and enforcement, both the Gold Seal Council and the Central 46 needed the cooperation of the Gotei 13 and the Onmitsukidō.

Which meant…

In the end, this entire mess fell onto Captain-Commander Yamamoto’s desk.

Inside the First Division barracks, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni sat calmly, hands resting on his cane, eyes closed.

"Last night," he said, his voice steady, "a member of the Tsunayashiro family was killed.

The Onmitsukidō’s insignia was left at the scene.

What is the meaning of this?"

Though the Onmitsukidō was officially under the Second Division, in reality, its authority was divided among several noble families.

It served as a buffer between the Gotei 13 and the nobles, preventing direct conflicts between them.

But after Yoruichi’s defection, the balance had shifted.

"I have no idea, Captain-Commander!" Suì-Fēng responded immediately.

Truthfully, she was completely confused.

Was the Shihōin family declaring war on the Tsunayashiros?

She had heard nothing about this.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Ever since she had crossed paths with Uehara Shiroha, her life had never been smooth.

Not long ago, two of her Onmitsukidō officers had been frozen on the spot by him and falsely accused of conspiring against the Gotei 13.

That incident was still unresolved, and the perpetrator had yet to be punished.

The Onmitsukidō—and herself as its leader—had become a laughingstock.

And now, this new disaster had landed at her feet.

Suì-Fēng clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to scream.

This was really getting out of hand…

Chapter 28: Undercurrents in Seireitei

"You are the commander of the Onmitsukidō. Shouldn't you know about this?" Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni frowned, pausing briefly before continuing, "This incident took place in the noble district, and the Gotei 13 cannot intervene directly. We must investigate this matter as soon as possible."

Because the Onmitsukidō and the Shihōin family were deeply entangled, Yamamoto preferred to avoid being dragged into noble conflicts. Thus, he only issued orders to comply with the Central 46's directives in a perfunctory manner.

"Understood!" Suì-Fēng responded respectfully, bowing her head.

As someone who strictly adhered to rules and orders, she knew better than to question a direct command.

After a moment of silence, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni added, "Also, you should be aware of the strategic deployment regarding Hueco Mundo. The Onmitsukidō should begin preparations. Your forces will be needed for reconnaissance and intelligence gathering."

"I will not disappoint you, Captain!" A sense of duty surged within Suì-Fēng as she vowed to perform beyond expectations.

A few days later, news of the murder of several Tsunayashiro clan members had spread among the high-ranking Shinigami.

A noble family member being assassinated was an unprecedented event, sending shockwaves through the Soul Society. Even individuals like Aizen, ever-calculating and enigmatic, took notice and shared their thoughts on the situation.

While the Tsunayashiro family had never openly opposed the Shihōin, they had secretly worked to undermine their influence. With their patriarch having defected, the Shihōin family was left vulnerable, unable to do anything but endure the political pressure.

Suì-Fēng personally led an investigative team to the Tsunayashiro estate, but the results were inconclusive. The only clue left at the crime scene was an armband belonging to the Onmitsukidō, seemingly placed there as a deliberate provocation.

Although she had her own suspicions, she knew better than to voice them without solid evidence.

Seizing the opportunity, the Tsunayashiro family used the incident as a pretext to weaken the Onmitsukidō, claiming that their lack of competency had allowed the attack to occur.

In their eyes, the growth of the Onmitsukidō directly benefited the Shihōin family. Even though the Onmitsukidō technically served them, the Tsunayashiro had no hesitation in crippling their strength for political gain.

With tensions escalating behind the scenes, the atmosphere within the Soul Society became increasingly strained.

Meanwhile, at the Eighth Division training grounds, Uehara Shiroha remained unfazed by the brewing storm, continuing his lessons with Ise Nanao as if nothing had happened.

Observing her stance, he smiled casually and said, "Don't hesitate—use your strongest Kido against me. Only then can I pinpoint where you need improvement."

Training an intelligent and diligent disciple was a rewarding experience. Ise Nanao was progressing at an impressive rate, requiring only minimal guidance to make significant leaps in her abilities.

At this pace, the three-month deadline for her mission was more than sufficient—she might even complete her training within a month.

Taking a deep breath, Ise Nanao raised her hand, channeling her spiritual pressure.

"Hadō #58: Tenran!"

A spiraling gust of wind erupted from her palm, surging toward Uehara Shiroha with immense force.

Yet, as the powerful Kido attack hurtled toward him, he remained motionless. With a slight flick of his wrist, his spiritual pressure surged, instantly neutralizing the technique. The raging wind vanished into thin air as if it had never existed.

Ise Nanao staggered slightly, feeling an oppressive weight settle over her, as though the very air had turned to stone, pressing down on her chest. Just as quickly as it came, the sensation disappeared.

Looking up, she saw that her full-powered Kido had been effortlessly negated.

A wave of frustration washed over her.

Despite her rapid improvement, she still felt utterly powerless. How was she still so weak after all this effort?

Noticing her disappointment, Uehara Shiroha offered a reassuring smile.

"Don't be discouraged. Your Kido is already at the peak level for an officer. If you push past this point, you'll reach vice-captain level."

"V-Vice-captain level?" Ise Nanao blinked in disbelief, feeling as if she had misheard him. "Teacher Uehara… is that really possible?"

Just a short while ago, her proficiency in Kido had barely qualified her as an officer.

Yet, in only a few days under Uehara Shiroha's tutelage, she had grown strong enough to rival elite spellcasters in the Gotei 13. And now, he was saying she was on the verge of breaking into vice-captain level?

It was too fast—almost unreal.

Seeing her mixture of shock and excitement, Uehara Shiroha chuckled. "Nothing is impossible. Vice-captain is just the beginning."

"Yes, Mr. Uehara!" Ise Nanao exclaimed, her doubts melting away. Even if she sometimes lacked confidence in herself, she would never doubt Uehara Shiroha.

Her determination reignited, and Uehara Shiroha nodded approvingly before giving further instruction.

"Reaching vice-captain level isn't just about raw power. You need a solid foundation, sufficient spiritual pressure, and—most importantly—a strong will.

Your spiritual pressure must carry weight. If your resolve wavers, your Kido will be powerless. A weak conviction leads to a weak Zanpakutō."

The power system of the Soul Reapers was deeply rooted in willpower and belief.

A Zanpakutō wielded by someone without conviction was nothing more than an empty blade—one that could never cut.

Likewise, spiritual pressure was an extension of one’s soul. The difference between an officer and a true combatant was night and day.

For someone like Uehara Shiroha, most officers were as harmless as infants. Their presence was blank, like a sheet of paper—completely devoid of threat.

Vice-captains, however, were a different story. While still no match for him, they at least had the foundation of real combatants—spiritual pressure that carried weight and techniques that were not entirely superficial.

Ise Nanao absorbed his words, deep in thought, as another realization clicked into place.

At that moment, Kyōraku Shunsui—who had been quietly observing from the sidelines—finally stepped forward with his usual relaxed smile.

"Brother Shiroha, got a moment to talk?"

Uehara Shiroha turned to him with an amused expression before nodding and following him.

They strolled across the training grounds, their steps slow and unhurried. The warm breeze rustled the grass as Kyōraku Shunsui spoke.

"I really have to thank you for looking after my precious Nanao-chan," he said with a chuckle. "But honestly, I'm still wrapping my head around how ridiculously talented you are as a teacher."

Shunsui shook his head in amazement.

"To think that in just a few days, her Kido proficiency has surpassed some of the best Kido users in the Gotei 13… that's something else."

Unlike someone as calculating as Aizen, Kyōraku Shunsui had long been aware that Uehara Shiroha was far stronger than he let on.

The old men of the First Division—Yamamoto, Unohana, and Ōetsu—had already acknowledged that Uehara Shiroha's strength far exceeded his current rank.

Even so, Kyōraku had only estimated his power to be around vice-captain level at best.

However, after what he witnessed today, he realized how far off his assumptions had been.

He had completely underestimated Uehara Shiroha.

Vice-captain level?

That wasn’t even close.

For someone like Uehara Shiroha… a vice-captain might as well be an ant.

Chapter 29: Special Care from Old Man Yamamoto

"No, it was just a piece of cake," Uehara Shiroha replied casually, acknowledging Kyōraku Shunsui’s gratitude with a polite smile.

He didn’t mind displaying his overwhelming spiritual pressure and mastery of Zankenkisō in front of Kyōraku and the others. After all, his true trump cards were the mission system and Shunkyō.

Teaching Ise Nanao Kidō? That was nothing. The real priority was completing the special mission.

Kyōraku Shunsui adjusted his bamboo hat, his expression unusually serious under its shadow.

"For you, it might be nothing," he said slowly. "But for me, and especially for that child, it means everything."

His tone carried a rare hint of regret as he continued, "Ever since Lisa’s disappearance, I’ve blamed myself. I was careless… I shouldn’t have let her take that mission. Now, I’m afraid Nanao will one day find herself in a similar situation."

Shunsui sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before adding, "And unlike Lisa, Nanao can't even wield a Zanpakutō. But now that you're guiding her, I feel much more at ease."

Uehara Shiroha smiled at the concern in his voice. "Brother Kyōraku, you're being too hard on yourself! What happened to Lisa wasn’t your fault."

Then, flashing a confident grin, he added, "You don’t have to worry anymore. As her teacher, I’ll make sure Nanao is protected. Just leave her to me."

“…Hmm?”

Kyōraku Shunsui’s smile froze momentarily. His grip on Katen Kyōkotsu tightened ever so slightly.

After their brief exchange, Kyōraku got back to business.

"You’ve heard about what happened at the Tsunayashiro estate, right?"

If the victims had been ordinary citizens, Kyōraku Shunsui would have been furious and demanded an investigation.

But since it was the Tsunayashiro family, one of the most corrupt noble clans in Soul Society, his only reaction was to pour himself another drink.

"Of course I know," Uehara Shiroha replied nonchalantly. After all, I was the one who did it.

Kyōraku smirked. "Well, the Central 46 isn’t satisfied with the Onmitsukidō’s handling of the case. They’ve decided to assign First Division to oversee their operations."

Then, with a teasing grin, he added, "Old Man Yamamoto wants you to take the job. You’ll even get to reunite with your ‘girlfriend’—aren’t you touched?"

"Not really."

Seeing Kyōraku’s gloating expression, Uehara sighed.

"Everyone knows there’s a small misunderstanding between me and Captain Suì-Fēng, yet he still assigned me to this? The old man definitely did this on purpose.

All because I slacked off for a few days and took a couple of bottles of his precious sake. Seriously, how stingy can he be?"

"That was from his personal collection!" Kyōraku corrected with a grin. "Even I haven’t gotten to drink much of it. You’re lucky he only gave you this mission as payback."

Then, his expression grew more serious.

"That aside, be careful when dealing with the Second Division. We’ve got a major operation coming up, and we’ll need the Onmitsukidō’s full cooperation."

Kyōraku Shunsui didn’t doubt Uehara Shiroha’s abilities.

Previously, he had worried that the stealth force might make things difficult for his younger comrade.

But now?

With Uehara’s strength, it wasn’t clear who would be the one feeling embarrassed.

"The plan to invade Hueco Mundo, right?" Uehara Shiroha mused, crossing his arms. "It's about time. If we keep stalling, those Hollows will end up partying in Soul Society instead."

Lately, Hollow activity had surged—not just in the World of the Living, but even within Rukongai. If the Gotei 13 didn’t take decisive action soon, things would spiral out of control.

But Uehara Shiroha wasn’t worried.

He had already made the necessary preparations.

Besides, his special mission was about to reward him soon.

And as for the Second Division?

A mere Suì-Fēng wasn’t enough to concern him.

If worst came to worst, he could just let Old Man Yama and Kyōraku handle the political mess. He had zero fear of offending nobles.

And if the aristocrats really tried to make trouble for him?

He’d just go hang out in the Human World and live a carefree life. Not a big deal.

The two discussed strategic plans for Hueco Mundo in detail.

An operation of this scale required full cooperation from all divisions—and absolute support from the Kidō Corps.

Speaking of which, Mayuri Kurotsuchi had been busy during the Chief and Deputy Chief’s absence. The mad scientist had taken advantage of the situation to poach some of the best Kidō users, effectively stealing talent from the noble families.

As expected of someone who had once studied at Maggot’s Nest, Mayuri’s cunning knew no bounds.

Uehara Shiroha offered his own insights on the upcoming war.

Since he had already read the script, his knowledge was akin to having perfect foresight.

Every time he spoke, he cut straight to the heart of the matter, impressing Kyōraku Shunsui with his precise and insightful analysis.

By nightfall, the two had made their way to the Flower District, where another long night of indulgence awaited them.

Later That Night – Hanamachi Tavern

As the lively atmosphere buzzed around them, Uehara Shiroha subtly channeled his spiritual pressure, clearing his mind instantly.

One of the perks of having a strong reiatsu—a slight adjustment was all it took to sober up.

And if that didn’t work?

He always had the Horse Talisman.

Meanwhile, Kyōraku Shunsui remained in his drunken stupor, muttering about how "wine doesn’t make a man drunk, only a man makes himself drunk."

Uehara enjoyed the atmosphere but had no intention of staying inebriated all night.

Activating Shunpo, he left the tavern and returned to his squad barracks.

After conducting a final Horse Talisman scan, Uehara dismissed his shadow clones, absorbing the accumulated experience and further solidifying his strength.

Then, leaving behind another shadow clone, he quietly slipped into the night.

His destination?

The underground base beneath Sōkyoku Hill.

Upon arrival, Yoruichi Shihōin was already waiting for him, her arms crossed, her golden eyes sharp with suspicion.

"Otsutsuki Naruto," she called out. "You're the one who killed Tsunayashiro Kumagawa, aren’t you?"

As the head of the Onmitsukidō, she had access to every intelligence network in Soul Society.

This assassination was beyond the capabilities of ordinary assassins.

Even her own forces wouldn’t have been able to bypass the layers of barriers and defensive measures surrounding noble estates.

The only ones capable of such an act were Aizen… and this mysterious ‘Otsutsuki Naruto’.

Uehara Shiroha casually pulled out a chair from his spatial storage, reclining lazily as he replied,

"As far as I know, your family and the Tsunayashiro family don’t get along. Shouldn’t you be celebrating Kumagawa’s death instead of interrogating me?"

Yoruichi’s eyes narrowed. "Why did you target the nobles?"

Most Soul Reapers wouldn’t dare touch the aristocrats.

There was no benefit in it—only trouble.

Uehara Shiroha smirked.

"Didn’t you ask me to protect Yūshirō? And you even gave me a divine weapon to assist me."

Feigning sincerity, he added, "I simply thought the best defense was a good offense. Kill the monkey, scare the chickens.

Now that the Tsunayashiro family has lost one of their own, don’t you think they’ll hesitate before messing with the Shihōin clan again?"

Yoruichi's expression darkened. "That breaks the rules."

Uehara Shiroha scoffed.

"Who made those rules? Did they ask me first?"

He leaned back with a smirk.

"The nobles cling to rules because rules are the only thing protecting them.

But those rules?

They don’t apply to me."

Chapter 30: Upgrading the Fighting Team and Inspecting the Second Squad

“You really are…”

Shihōin Yoruichi had seen plenty of reckless individuals in her time. After all, as the leader of the Onmitsukidō’s Executive Militia, she was responsible for overseeing the most dangerous criminals confined within the Maggot’s Nest. She had encountered all kinds of dangerous people.

But the man standing before her wasn’t just lawless—he acted with an audacity that bordered on insanity, backed by the sheer power to carry out his whims.

Common outlaws? They were nothing—easily captured, locked away, and left to rot until death took them.

But what was one supposed to do with someone like this? A man who disregarded all rules, a madman who did whatever he pleased?

Yoruichi had no real answer. She could only frown and ask, “Then why did you deliberately leave the Onmitsukidō emblem at the scene? Because of that, everyone now thinks this has something to do with my Shihōin family.”

Tsunayashiro Kumagawa’s death had been inevitable, but its circumstances couldn’t have been worse.

The Tsunayashiro family had been making moves against the Shihōin for days. Then, suddenly, a Tsunayashiro was murdered, and the killer left behind the Onmitsukidō’s insignia.

The Shihōin family and the Onmitsukidō had always been closely tied together.

This wasn’t just problematic—it was disastrous.

Yoruichi had no intention of letting her family take the blame for a crime they didn’t commit.

“I wanted them to think it was you,” Uehara Shiroha answered matter-of-factly. “Otherwise, why would I leave the emblem? For fun?” His tone was almost amused, as if the whole thing were some elaborate joke. “If it had nothing to do with you, it wouldn’t have the same effect. Besides, in a way, it does have something to do with you.”

Yoruichi’s expression darkened. “Explain.”

“You made the weapon. I used it to kill him,” Uehara said casually.

He was a man who cared only for killing—not for consequences, not for cover-ups.

He killed when he wanted to. He did whatever he pleased. Whether the noble families fell into chaos or not had nothing to do with him. In fact, he welcomed it.

If every single noble perished, he would simply inherit their wealth.

Besides, the one who committed the murder wasn’t him, it was "Ōtsutsuki Naruto".

What did that have to do with Uehara Shiroha?

"You—!" Yoruichi felt a surge of frustration so strong that she nearly coughed up blood.

Was this related to her? Absolutely not.

Did it look related to her? Unfortunately, yes.

Ōtsutsuki Naruto had no personal vendetta against the Tsunayashiro family. Why would he kill them unless it was on behalf of the Shihōin?

Even though she knew the truth, explaining it to others would be impossible—just like how she had been forced to flee Soul Society all those years ago.

Yoruichi felt a headache coming on.

Every time she interacted with this Ōtsutsuki Naruto, things spiraled further from her original plan, and her thoughts drifted in directions she hadn’t intended.

But now, there was no turning back.

Seeing her troubled expression, Uehara Shiroha offered what could only be described as an attempt at comfort.

“If I told you that I did it just for fun, and that it had nothing to do with the Shihōin family—would that make you feel better?”

“How the hell would that make me feel better?!” Yoruichi snapped, completely enraged. “You bastard, stand still and let me hit you!”

She swung a fist at him—and actually landed a hit.

Yoruichi blinked in surprise. He hadn’t used that strange ability of his.

Not thinking too deeply about it, she followed up with a series of attacks using her Piercing Point technique, focusing her spiritual pressure to bypass a Shinigami’s natural defenses.

Each time her fist made contact, however, his figure flickered—vanishing and reappearing a short distance away. With every hit, he became more difficult to deal with.

Gradually, Yoruichi grew more serious.

Partly because she needed to vent her frustrations.

And partly because this was a valuable opportunity to gather information.

For a long while, they exchanged blows.

Half a day later…

Uehara Shiroha stretched lazily, glancing at Yoruichi, who looked significantly more refreshed than before. With a smirk, he offered, “Before you leave, why don’t you soak in the hot spring? I don’t mind sharing.”

“Not a chance.” Yoruichi waved him off and vanished in a flash.

Uehara Shiroha leaned back into the water, chuckling to himself.

“Shihōin Yoruichi… you really are an excellent tool.”

He glanced at his status panel, noting that his Hakuda proficiency had improved to a Vice-Captain level.

This wasn’t just a fight—he had used the opportunity to enhance his combat skills.

And, incidentally, he had also strengthened his connection with Yoruichi.

A perfect outcome.

Thinking ahead to tomorrow, he realized he could also “train” with young Suì-Fēng under the guise of monitoring the Onmitsukidō.

Uehara Shiroha exhaled deeply, feeling a rare sense of contentment.

Life was good.

Even this underground base seemed more comfortable than before.

And all of it…

Was thanks to Tsunayashiro Kumagawa’s unfortunate demise.

“Arigato, Tsunayashiro Kumagawa.”

The next morning.

As usual, Uehara Shiroha checked his daily task.

[Daily Task: Plant a Tree]
Today is Arbor Day. Please plant a tree. Protecting the environment is everyone’s responsibility.
Reward: Random Attribute Points ×2

Without overthinking it, he planted a loquat tree near the Captain’s Office.

Hopefully, during the Thousand-Year Blood War, the tree would still be standing.

After dusting off his hands, a familiar notification sounded in his mind.

Ding! Congratulations on completing the daily task: Plant a Tree. Reward received: Shadow Clone +1, Sun Breathing +1!

Uehara Shiroha smiled.

The stronger he became, the harder it was to improve.

But two attribute points a day—no matter how small—was still progress.

And progress, no matter how slow, was still power.

At the Second Division Barracks.

Uehara Shiroha arrived to find Suì-Fēng, her delicate features locked in an icy expression.

To her, the past few days had been hell.

First, Yoruichi abandoned her.

She had sworn to surpass her former mentor, to make her regret leaving.

Yet, within days of taking control of the Onmitsukidō, a series of disasters had weakened her authority.

It was infuriating.

And now, as if fate were mocking her, today’s inspector was Uehara Shiroha.

Her mood soured instantly.

“Captain Suì-Fēng,” Uehara greeted with an infuriatingly gentle tone. “Please accept my condolences.”

“…?” Suì-Fēng’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“No one’s died in your family? why do you look like you’re in mourning?” he replied casually.

Suì-Fēng glared at him, torn between attacking outright or admiring his sheer audacity.

Clenching her fists, she gritted out, “If I hadn’t been busy these past few days, you wouldn’t have survived until now. If you dare to meddle with the Onmitsukidō again, you won’t escape punishment.”

Uehara simply nodded. “You’re right.”

Then, with a smirk, he added, “Now, why don’t you tell me about the Onmitsukidō’s current state? I’d like to see how long I can keep evading punishment.”

Suì-Fēng’s fingers twitched.

A deep breath. A forced exhale.

Gritting her teeth, she begrudgingly complied.