Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Official Business

Tōshirō Hitsugaya’s promotion to Lieutenant was reported to the 1st Division that evening.

When news spread that Hitsugaya had mastered Bankai, most people reacted the same way Kisuke Urahara did—disbelief. It was hard to accept, but with the truth laid bare before them, they had no choice.

Just how many Captain-level combatants did the 11th Division have now?

...

Inside the 1st Division barracks, within the Captain’s office, Chōjirō Sasakibe’s gaze unconsciously drifted toward the old man sitting beside him, looking completely at ease.

A trace of worry crossed his face as he spoke softly, "Genryūsai-sama, the power amassed within the 11th Division is far too great."

"Junior Masatsuki, Lieutenant Ichimaru, Lieutenant Zaraki, Lieutenant Hitsugaya, and Third Seat Mashiro Kuna..."

He paused, seemingly shaken by the sheer strength of that lineup, before continuing, "That’s five Captain-class individuals gathered within a single division—and that’s just among their own members."

"On top of that, there’s Third Seat Yoruichi and Fourth Seat Suì-Fēng. While they’re not officially part of the 11th Division, they serve as Masatsuki’s personal guards."

"That makes seven Captain-level combatants in total."

"With power like this, they’ve already far surpassed what an ordinary division should possess."

Chōjirō Sasakibe furrowed his brows, concern etched on his face as he looked at Yamamoto.

It wasn’t that he feared Masatsuki Aozaki would commit some treasonous act—there was no real danger of that. But gathering so many strong-willed, eccentric warriors in one place was bound to cause problems.

However, Yamamoto didn’t address his concerns. Instead, he frowned slightly.

Masatsuki... junior?

Since when did he become your junior?

And since when did you become my disciple?

Are you trying to take advantage of me, old man?!

Ridiculous!

I offered to take you as my disciple back then.

You refused, insisted on being my assistant.

Now you regret it?

Too late!

Expressionless, Yamamoto calmly lifted his cup of hot tea and took an unhurried sip. Setting the cup down lightly, he spoke in a leisurely tone, "Chōjirō, don’t trouble yourself over this. Consider it a little pop quiz for him."

"A... pop quiz?"

Chōjirō Sasakibe was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

Under his gaze, Yamamoto slowly turned his head.

To his surprise, the old man was smiling—an amused, almost pleased expression.

"Didn’t he gather those troublemakers himself?"

"I’m far too old to be cleaning up after him."

Yamamoto let out a soft chuckle before adding, "If he can’t even keep that bunch under control, then what’s the point of the Gotei 13...?"

"This is a good chance to see what kind of mettle he really has."

A glint of expectation flickered in his eyes.

Chōjirō Sasakibe’s expression shifted.

"Isn’t it a bit too soon to be thinking about this?"

"Genryūsai-sama... could it be that you..."

He hesitated mid-sentence, carefully choosing his words before ultimately falling silent.

A thought crossed his mind.

Could it be that Yamamoto senses his time is running out? Is that why he’s in such a hurry?

The lifespan of a Shinigami is incomparably long compared to that of ordinary humans.

But even they have a limit—three thousand years, at most.

Yamamoto had already lived for over two thousand years. He was truly an elder among elders.

Though he still appeared full of vigor, his youth had been spent on the battlefield, clashing with formidable foes time and again. His body carried countless scars.

Would he even last until three thousand years...?

A tightness formed in Chōjirō Sasakibe’s chest at the thought.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but Yamamoto cut him off.

"Relax, Chōjirō, I’m still in fine shape."

He shot Sasakibe a sidelong glance.

"Don’t believe me? Want to spar?"

"That won’t be necessary—I believe you."

"If you want to spar, I suggest you find Lieutenant Zaraki instead."

Chōjirō Sasakibe shook his head hastily.

Masatsuki spoke in a low voice before turning to leave, his figure vanishing into the silence of the laboratory. _{f r\eew,eb novel.c(o)(m)}

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