Chapter 169: Like a farewell
<span style="font-weight:400">Nestledfortably beneath the sprawling branches of an old tree, Shunsui Kyoraku, the Captain of the 12th Squad, was indulging in one of his favorite pastimes — a leisurely nap. The day was pleasantly uneventful, a wee respite from the usual hustle of Soul Society, allowing him to rx after enjoying a couple of cups of sake.
<span style="font-weight:400">Tap. Tap. Tap. A series of steady footsteps gently intruded upon his serene moment. It was a sound he knew well — the stride of his diligent Vice-Captain, Nanao Ise.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nanao-chan—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Captain, I’d like a week off from my Vice-Captain duties.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Shunsui’s eyes snapped open, a flicker of surprise crossing his usuallyposed face. He adjusted his straw hat, an unconscious response to his surprise, and peered at Nanao, who stood before him with an earnest demeanor. “Is this rted to Kazuya-san?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Losing his previous Vice-Captain had left a deep scar on his heart. Having simr features to Lisa only raised Shunsui’s desires to keep her close to him, to ensure history didn’t repeat itself. His protective instinct as her uncle led him to keep tabs on her through tracking her Reiatsu or ordering his subordinates to monitor her. He was naturally aware of her budding obsession about humbling a certain genius.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nanao''s unconscious nod, quickly followed by a double shake of her head, conveyed her internal conflict. “I’ll be training Hinamori-san,” she exined, “who has an exceptional aptitude for Kido spells.”
<span style="font-weight:400">From the day she was promoted to the Vice-Captain seat, she hadn’t taken a day off, even finding work to do on festival holidays. Her perfect attendance streak would end to make amends for her impolite conduct. The sacrifice would be worthwhile if Momo turned out to be half as good as Kazuya’s words.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shunsui sat up and took off his hat. Gazing at his niece with a warm smile, he said, “Nanao-chan, you know how useless I be without someone to nag me around. You can invite Hinamori-chan here. We’ll teach her together~.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Nanao mmed her book on his head. “She already loves Ishihara-san.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Shunsui rubbed his head,ughing. “I wasn’t inviting her just so I can flirt with a young Shinigami.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s because I know what you’re capable of.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She had witnessed his flirtatious antics at their weekly drinking parties and, despite her own reservations about Kazuya, she wouldn’t allow her Captain to interfere in someone else’s rtionship.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nanao-chan, are you determined to go?”
<span style="font-weight:400">His yful tone didn’t stop the air from growing somber.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nanao turned away, her gaze drifting towards the distant sunset, her expression thoughtful. “It’s only one week, Captain. I’ll check back in to finish the paperwork.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Nanao had been by Shunsui’s side for a long time, long enough to see past the mboyant fa?ade he often presented to the world. She had caught glimpses of the deep-seated grief he carried, a sorrow born from the loss of many friends over his lengthy lifespan in the Soul Society.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hearing no response, she turned her attention, finding him stunned. It wasn’t hard to grasp his astonishment. She resembled Shunsui’s former Vice-Captain, the bespectacled woman who used to read her books once every month.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Captain?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Regaining hisposure, Shunsui mustered a smile. “Wonderful, Nanao-chan,” he replied, leaning back against the tree, his demeanor returning to its usual rxed state. “What else do you n to do at the Shin’o Academy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing…” Nanao’s voice grew soft. “It’s gettingte, Captain. I’ll go rest.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Goodnight, Nanao-chan~,” Shunsui called out cheerfully, waving her off. However, as soon as she was out of sight, his smile faded into a more serious expression. Alone, he whispered to himself, “A field trip… Are you hoping to encounter Lisa-chan somewhere in Japan?”
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">A weekter.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sun cast smoldering rays over the Shin’o Academy, leaving the students exhausted even before the lunch break. Kazuya, however, hadn’t broken a single sweat because of his affinity with mes.
<span style="font-weight:400">He was sitting in a ssroom, rxed. The woman before him sat with a straight back, droplets of sweat trickling down her messy silver hair.
<span style="font-weight:400">“In essence, Kaido is best used with patience. Never rush or you’ll lose the primary advantage Kaido has over traditional methods,” Isane said, her confident tone stirring something in him. She forgot the very concept of meekness during her ‘Sensei’ mode. “Calmness is the key to be a healer on the battlefield.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sensei, I didn’t panic when a terrorist pointed a gun at my forehead. I even told that man to give my regards to my friend and my lover at that time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane’sposure vanished, her pupils dting out of pure surprise. “You’re joking. The purification deliberately erases memories rted to death to prevent any trauma in Rukongai.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I do, though.” He shrugged. “Maybe their Zanpakutō wasn’t strong enough to affect someone with my Spirit ss.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That could be a reason,” Isane said, wiping her nape with her handkerchief. “Let’s end the ss here today. I’ve taught you most of the technical aspects of being a Kaido user. The rest wille with practice… and Kazuya, what magic do you use to resist the heat?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane, despite wielding an Ice-Element Zanpakutō, was visibly struggling with the heat. Kazuya, a Fire-Element Zanpakutō user, seemedpletely at ease. It should bepletely the opposite.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isane, I have too many fans keeping me cool. Get it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">{Partner, I should kill Tsubasa if this is the level of your dad’s jokes.}
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane stared at him, dumbfounded. “Fans… I can’t believe you made that joke.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He chuckled before cing a hand on his chest. “Isane, it’s been a week. Looking back, I can’t help but reflect on our time here. I’ll treasure every lesson you gave me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t be dramatic.” Isane rose from her seat and dusted her Shihakushō. “You’ll be seeing me everyday once you graduate. In two days.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t be a student by then. There is… a certain satisfaction in learning from a beautiful teacher.”
<span style="font-weight:400">{Teacher? You hardly know her.}
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘…’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane blushed, despite hearing hispliments for the hundredth time. “Stop that… I don’t want Momo to give me cold stares.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Quickly exiting the room, Isane closed the door behind her, as if worried Momo would find her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya chuckled and lied down, gazing at the ceiling. This week was the busiest he had been in the Soul Society. Most of his time went to learning Kaido from Isane. When he wasn’t busy teasing Isane or messing around with Yoruichi, he’d train Momo and Toshiro inbat. Coming from the most peaceful Rukongai District, the two had zero experience in real fighting. They could ughter Hollows without issues but even the lowest Seated Officer would floor them in a duel.
<span style="font-weight:400">{You have a couple of hours. Quite possibly yourst in the Shin’o Academy. Feeling emotional, Daddy of my child?}
<span style="font-weight:400">To attract less attention, the ss 1 field trip was nned for the night. They had to gather in the evening then go to the Living World.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘No, and don’t call me that. It feels weird. My first child will be with Tier.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">{Oho. Do you not remember where her Hollow hole is located?}
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I’ll plug her hole with my love and cum.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">{…}
<span style="font-weight:400">After resting, Kazuya joined Momo, who had finished her Kido training with Nanao. She was in thepany of Renji, Rukia, and Toshiro, all lively and engaged in conversation.
<span style="font-weight:400">Renji waved at him with a wide smile. “Get your ass here. Let’s grab something at the cafeteria.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Toshiro crossed his arms with a serious frown. “Glutton.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Dumbass. You don’t know what they’ll feed us during the test.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Momo giggled. “Stop fighting, you two. Rukia, don’t make that face.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What face?” Rukia asked, feigning ignorance. “Stop reading too much into things.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Renji pinched Rukia’s cheek. “Stop being jealous of us ss 1 talents. You’ll get your field trip… in two years. Hahahaha.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rukia pped his hand away and stomped on his foot. “Shut it, Monkey-face. I can be a Shinigami anytime I want. Byakuya Nii-sama offered me a seat in the 6th Squad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She had been visiting Hisana throughout the week. After having a second chance at life, Hisana didn’t spare any opportunity to make things easier for Rukia.
<span style="font-weight:400">Renji, who was rubbing his foot, paused. His expression grew serious. “Noble privileges… did you ept?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rukia crossed her arms and revealed a smile full of tomboyish charm. “I turned him down. I made it out of Rukon on my own. I’m not taking any shortcuts now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Renji let out a sigh of relief. “Idiot.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rukia kicked his butt, knocking him down on the grass. “Dumb buffoon. Go get your ass kicked by dummy Hollows.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amid the animated chatter and yful banter of his friends, Kazuya remained unusually pensive. A sense of unease hung over him. The imminent field trip stirred in him a sense of foreboding.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Just what is Aizen scheming?’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">{We shall see soon.}