Bleach : I Need To Rizz To Become Stronger ?!-Chapter 95: Third-Class Reiatsu!

Shin's eyes met Unohana Retsu's.

She stood beside Kotetsu Isane, smiling gently—but from that smile, Shin felt a chill ripple down his spine.

"Captain!" Isane couldn't contain her excitement as she called out softly.

"Mm."

"Shin was amazing out there!"

Watching battle footage was one thing; witnessing it up close—feeling the pressure, hearing the impact, sensing the reiatsu firsthand—was a completely different experience.

Isane wasn't a combat-type Shinigami, but even she could now tell: Shin's strength exceeded her own.

"Yes," Unohana said, smile faint, "he's impressive."

"Let's end it here," Shin said to Ikkaku.

Ikkaku didn't protest. That last strike had extinguished most of his fighting spirit.

"Why'd you hold back?" he asked.

"You couldn't dodge that slash," Shin replied with a casual smile. "What was I supposed to do—actually go through with it?"

"How do you know I couldn't dodge it?"

Shin grinned. "Fine. Maybe you could've. But I already said—I don't use that move on friends."

"..."

Ikkaku stood in silence, then asked: "That move... does it have a name?"

"Yasha Shinkū," Shin replied casually.

The two walked back from the center of the training field toward the crowd.

Shin offered Unohana a respectful bow.

"Captain."

"That little sparring event you put together turned out to be quite the spectacle," she said with a serene smile.

"My apologies for not informing you beforehand."

"No matter. I've already told you—anything related to internal restructuring and development is under your jurisdiction."

Around them, the squad members were still recovering from the shock.

Clashes between high-ranking seated officers were rare enough. The ferocity and precision of what they'd just seen had left many breathless. Even if few could judge the fight's technical outcome, most sensed it—Shin had won.

The morale among Fourth Division rose.

Back on the Eleventh's side, Ayasegawa Yumichika exhaled with a faint sigh.

"You lost again."

"Yeah, I know." Ikkaku's face still looked half-frozen from the wind.

"He's really strong."

"Yeah. I know."

Ikkaku let out a long breath, then turned to the other Eleventh Division members behind him.

"Don't embarrass us."

The other squad members exchanged uneasy looks. None of them had expected the Third Seat of Fourth Division to be that terrifying.

And now they were wondering: What about the rest of Fourth Division?

Meanwhile, Shin began encouraging his own squadmates to step forward.

A few moments of murmuring hesitation later, hands started to go up.

"No rush," Shin said with a smile. "One at a time."

Unohana quietly took her leave.

Seeing things progressing smoothly, Isane caught up to her.

"Captain, what do you think of this little exchange?"

"Quite good. The squad's full of energy," Unohana replied. "Third Seat Tachikawa seems to have a clear grasp of balance. There's nothing more for me to worry about."

Isane gave a soft smile. "Shin always finds a way to surprise—and impress."

"This won't be the last time," Unohana said, almost to herself.

Back on the field, reality was less inspiring.

Despite Shin's shining performance, the other Fourth Division members did not fare well.

Out of the eight matchups, Fourth Division only won once—and that too only because a seated officer had stepped in.

The Eleventh's members were smug, some even visibly proud.

Fourth Division's jaws clenched in frustration.

Shin, unfazed, had expected this.

They were still the weakest squad in the Gotei 13. Winning one match against a combat unit like Eleventh was already progress.

"Thanks for coming," Shin said to Ikkaku.

"Buy us a drink, then," Ikkaku grinned.

"Deal."

Before wrapping things up, Shin addressed his squad publicly:

Even medics shouldn't be weak. Out in the field, they must be able to defend themselves and not be a burden.

From this day forward, every Fourth Division member would be required to strengthen themselves.

These inter-division sparring events would now occur monthly, and at year's end, a comprehensive assessment would be held. Those who failed to meet the standard—excluding the Pharmacology Unit—would face consequences.

Unohana had already approved it.

There was a burst of unrest among the ranks.

A few seated officers seemed ready to protest—until they heard that final line: the Captain has approved it.

That shut them up real quick.

Afterward, Shin left the division compound with Ikkaku and Yumichika, heading to a nearby izakaya.

Ikkaku didn't hold back—he grabbed the menu and ordered half the page. fгeewebnovёl.com

As they waited for the food, he asked:

"Why'd your squad suddenly start all this?"

Shin rolled his eyes. "You Eleventh guys don't already know the answer?"

He meant the longstanding disdain Eleventh held for Fourth.

"Hey now," Ikkaku said, lifting his hands, "I've never looked down on Fourth Division."

"Me neither," Yumichika added smoothly.

Shin chuckled. "It's not just that. Recruitment's been a nightmare. Even when we fill spots, most rookies see Fourth as a temporary stop. They all want out. So changes were needed."

Ikkaku blinked. "You really think long-term. Don't sound like a rookie at all."

"He founded the student council at the Academy," Yumichika said, sipping his sake. "If he joined Fourth and did nothing, now that would be strange."

The words had a strange warmth to them. Shin smiled and lifted his glass.

Clink.

Ikkaku took a long drink and sighed.

"Now look at our squad... our Captain and Vice-Captain don't handle any admin at all. People think we're an elite unit, but inside? Chaos. Honestly, Shin—you'd fit right in with us."

"Isn't it your job, as Third Seat, to handle some of that?" Yumichika teased.

Ikkaku froze, expression stiff.

Shin burst into laughter.

By the time they'd emptied a few more glasses, the atmosphere was relaxed, drunk, and full of camaraderie.

"Next month, I'll bring a new group and challenge you again," Ikkaku declared, red-faced, slapping Shin's shoulder.

"Next month won't be you guys," Shin replied with a smile.

"Huh?"

"I'll be inviting a different division every month."

The two Eleventh Division members stared at him in disbelief.

"If you wanna spar with me personally, though, I'm always game."

Ikkaku frowned.

"If you go that far, First Division's definitely going to step in."

"Good," Shin said lightly. "That's the plan."

Yumichika and Ikkaku exchanged a glance.

They weren't the type to handle strategy or politics. Eleventh was simple: missions or training, nothing more.

After saying their goodbyes, Shin returned to Fourth Division, slightly buzzed.

On his way back, more than a few members greeted him respectfully.

Today's duel had clearly shifted how people saw him.

Not just a prodigy in Kaidō—but also someone who could go toe to toe with the Eleventh's best.

That left an impression.

Back in his office, Shin slumped into his chair and finally opened his system interface:

[Reiatsu Level: 40]

[Zanpakutō Unlock Progress: 38%]

A new line had also appeared beneath his reiatsu level:

[Third-Class Reiatsu]

This was captain-level spiritual pressure.

It meant that if he died, his body would no longer naturally return to spirit particles—his reiatsu was too dense.

No Bankai yet... but soon.

He covered his face with a book and lay back, eyes closed.

A knock broke the silence.

"Come in."

Light footsteps.

He was slow to register who it was, mind fogged by alcohol.

"You've been drinking?" said Kotetsu Isane's voice.

Shin pulled the book down and looked up at the tall, striking woman before him—and smiled.

"Ah, Isane-san. Just had a few with Ikkaku and Yumichika."

She caught the faint scent of alcohol lingering in the room.

She had actually come to discuss the day's event.

But as she looked at him—young, calm, confident—something fluttered in her chest.

The glow of his eyes was almost too clear. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes curved like a spring breeze brushing the first blossoms. Light flickered in his gaze, like stars falling into a thawing lake.

She turned away, cheeks warming slightly.

She poured him a glass of water, offered it with practiced grace.

"You should get back to your quarters and rest."

Shin took the cup—but instead of drinking, his fingers wrapped around her hand.

"Thank you, Isane-san. You really do take such good care of me."

Isane froze like she'd been struck by lightning.

The cup slipped from her grasp, water spilling across Shin's shirt.

"I—sorry, I..."

She flustered, grabbing tissues from his desk and rushing over.

"Let me wipe it off for you—"