Bleach : I Need To Rizz To Become Stronger ?!-Chapter 102: Who’s Going to Sweep the Streets?

"You're right," Yamamoto Genryūsai said, unexpectedly agreeing with Shin. "You did indeed do a good thing. Jūshirō has long suffered from that lung affliction. It was you who freed him from it."

Hearing that, Shin didn't press his luck. He straightened slightly and replied with proper decorum, "Saving lives is a healer's duty."

Yamamoto continued, "Let me see your Zanpakutō."

Without hesitation, Shin handed over the asauchi he wore at his hip.

Yamamoto Shigekuni accepted it, examining it with a scrutinizing gaze. Shin felt a flicker of tension—this was a man who had lived for over a thousand years, whose insight pierced through most deception. If anyone could see through the truth, it was him.

Still, Shin had mentally prepared for this scenario. If Yamamoto did see through it, he could claim it was just a little trick he used to join the Fourth Division. Nothing too egregious.

After a long pause, Yamamoto's expression turned thoughtful.

Truthfully, he couldn't detect anything unusual about the blade. It appeared to be a perfectly normal asauchi. That it could contain the Soul King's Right Hand, yet emit no trace, was beyond logic—but when it came to anything connected to the Soul King, normal logic no longer applied. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Much like how Unohana had never been able to identify the true cause of Ukitake's illness.

The old man finally asked, "Since that day, have you felt any changes?"

Shin shook his head. "None. I've used my Zanpakutō as usual. It's as if that thing doesn't even exist. I've started to wonder if I imagined it."

Yamamoto considered this for a while before handing the asauchi back.

"As Captain of the Thirteenth Division, Ukitake has suffered that illness for over a century. That you've helped cure him is a service to the Gotei Thirteen. Is there any reward you would ask for?"

A reward—no doubt partly out of Yamamoto's personal gratitude. It was no secret how close he and Ukitake had been.

Shin replied after a pause, "I didn't think about rewards when I decided to help Captain Ukitake."

Yamamoto nodded with a hint of approval. "You're welcome to think about it now."

Shin chuckled lightly. Despite standing before the most powerful and respected man in Soul Society, he didn't appear nervous at all.

"If the Head Captain believes my actions are worth rewarding... then perhaps offer more support to the Fourth Division."

That caught Yamamoto slightly off guard.

Shin elaborated, "As the medical division, we've long struggled in recruitment from the Shin'ō Academy. I've spoken with Captain Unohana and Vice-Captain Kotetsu—something must change."

Then, he clearly and thoroughly explained his ideas for reforming the internal atmosphere of the Fourth Division—cultivating a stronger martial spirit without compromising the Division's medical mission.

Yamamoto and Kyōraku both listened intently.

This kind of reform, they knew, could only have come from the young man before them. They had known Unohana long enough to understand this wasn't her idea.

The roles of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads were established at the time of their founding, but they weren't immutable. The Twelfth Division's Research and Development Institute was only created fifty years ago.

After some thought, Yamamoto said, "Back in the Academy, you created the student council and managed it well. Sasakibe reported to me more than once about how much it benefited the faculty and students. That alone proves you're someone with vision. As long as you stay within proper bounds, I'll support your reforms."

Shin's eyes brightened. "Thank you, Head Captain."

He chuckled. "In that case, I do have one small request I hope you'll consider."

"Speak."

"It concerns the Fourth Division's responsibility for cleaning all of Seireitei."

At that, both Yamamoto and Kyōraku froze for a moment. They immediately understood where Shin was going with this.

Kyōraku cleared his throat, glancing at Shin with a wry look—You little schemer, climbing the ladder already?

Still, on reflection, it wasn't a selfish request. It was for the Fourth Division.

Had it been self-serving, it might've seemed insolent. But it wasn't.

Shin spread his hands and explained, "Our division's duties are already demanding. The General Treatment Unit requires many to stay on constant duty. We also handle field operations and research. Now, with efforts to change our internal culture, that pressure has only increased. I would like to request that other divisions share the burden of Seireitei's maintenance."

Yamamoto said nothing, his piercing gaze fixed on Shin's face.

Kyōraku, meanwhile, was thinking: this was tricky.

He personally didn't mind his squad helping sweep a few streets. But Unohana had never raised a complaint, so he hadn't bothered either.

The problem was, some other divisions—and their Captains—definitely wouldn't agree.

The Sixth Division came to mind...

In fact, this could stir unrest not just within the Thirteen Squads, but also in the Central 46.

If Yamamoto approved this, he'd be putting himself in the crosshairs.

Does this kid even realize what he's asking for...?

After a long silence, Yamamoto finally said, "I can assign one more squad to help your division with this task."

Shin smiled politely. "But wouldn't the squad you name feel slighted, sir? If they blame the Fourth Division for it, wouldn't that hurt the harmony of the Thirteen Squads?"

Yamamoto's tone remained calm. "Then what do you propose?"

Kyōraku also fixed his gaze on Shin, waiting.

Shin's expression was respectful and composed.

"I believe it would be best if the responsibility were distributed evenly among all the divisions. That way, no one could complain of unfairness. If there's any dissatisfaction, it'll just be grumbling about a little extra work—nothing serious. Wouldn't you agree, Head Captain?"

Yamamoto said nothing for a long moment, his eyes calmly studying Shin.

Then he spoke.

"You may go."

"...Yes, sir." Shin bowed and exited.

Once the door closed, Yamamoto asked, "What do you think? Did he plan this all along?"

Kyōraku looked conflicted. To say yes would imply Shin had been brazenly manipulating the situation.

But deep down, he knew—the boy was testing the waters.

"Tachikawa's still young. I doubt he's thinking in such complicated terms."

It was the most diplomatic defense he could offer.

Yamamoto's gaze darkened slightly.

"Is that so."