Chapter 3, What I Anticipate

As expected of you

Banmoku Ikari patted his shiny head and somewhat ambiguously summarized, "Senju currently does not possess any combat abilities, but his response and medical skills are excellent, and his Zanpakuto can heal injuries"

It is only Senju's sincerity that is completely unaware of what has given Uchiha Obito such arrogant courage, is it the "healing amount" that he can continuously provide during battle

As it appeared that Kenpachi Zaraki had seemingly lost interest in Chōsui, Ayasegawa Yumichika, who had instinctively taken a stand for the Eleventh Division and deeply understood Chōsui's value, quickly provided an accurate supplement.

After all, Senju's "milk" ...! ... is truly abundant

Is this it

Kusa Roku Hachiryuu poked his chin with his finger, seemingly lost in thought, murmuring, "Hmm? Isn't that the bald kid? Could it be a baldy?"

Just as Senju Masaru was about to give up on correcting Uchiha Kakashi's thought process and was looking for a way to escape this encirclement, a shadow loomed behind him, and the imposing figure of Kenpachi Zaraki suddenly appeared behind Senju Masaru

In an instant, the smiles of Banmu Yijiao and Ayasegawa Yumi came to a halt

The youth with black eyes and black hair, whose physique resembles that of the beautiful boy Akiyama Yumi, appears to be someone who would not understand the enjoyment of battle and slaughter, as for the spiritual pressure...

At this moment, Banmoku Ichikaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika quickly released Senju Mako, their bodies tensed as they slightly bowed towards Kenpachi Zaraki, their faces filled with excitement and eagerness in response

The battle between death gods, in a certain sense, is almost a battle of spiritual pressure; weak spiritual pressure holds no value worthy of attention

Although I have spent several years with Banmoku Ichijo, I sometimes feel that my own peculiarities are a bit abnormal, and I cannot help but find Banmoku Ichijo's unique way of thinking to be quite eccentric

Qianshou changed his tone and said sincerely, "Every person has different pursuits. I understand that what you long for is a series of enjoyable and fulfilling battles. As a friend, I will always support you..."

Oh? Are you the one known as Banmu Yijiao? Ayasegawa Yumi?

Upon hearing this, Senju's expression involuntarily stiffened

"Captain Genmu, the ability of Senju's Zanpakuto is large-scale healing, and it continuously provides healing during battle, even supplying an endless stream of spiritual energy to others"

Just as Senju and Tsubushin were reluctant to disrupt the harmonious atmosphere and planned to quietly withdraw, shrinking their figures backward, Banmoku's corner once again grasped Senju's arm, directly shifting the topic to speak to Kenpachi Zaraki.

Qianshou Cheng silently thought, his lips twitching slightly as he reminded, "Yijiao, don't set such a flag. We are friends, and I have never thought of taking advantage of you..."

Is this ...? ... Is this a response that a normal person could come up with

Moreover, it is feared that the combined intellect of everyone in the Eleventh Division may not even match that of the mastermind Aizen Sōsuke lurking in the Soul Society. What if one inadvertently becomes assimilated once they join in?

Can your palm be a bit more orderly? What does it mean to lack opportunities for development? What is the gateway to the new world?

Banmu Yijiao patted his chest, swearing an oath, and at that moment, his shiny head seemed to be radiating a halo

Who would be willing to join the Eleventh Division, which is 99% comprised of gay men and muscle-bound men

Cough...

Upon hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki completely lost interest, while the tense Chōsui couldn't help but secretly give a thumbs up to Shihōin Yoruichi.

Meanwhile, lying on the shoulder of Kenpachi Zaraki, Yachiru Kusajishi blinked her eyes, as if recognizing something, and cheerfully raised her hand to greet.

"Boss Genmu, we have come as per our agreement. Henceforth, please allow us to follow you as your subordinates."

At this point, Qianshou Cheng's voice paused, realizing that he had almost inadvertently revealed his innermost thoughts.

However, considering the face of the one-eyed creature, Kenpachi Zaraki still asked, "Does this guy have any special combat abilities?"

"Captain Kuraki, this is my friend Chikage Makoto, whom I met at the Central Spirit Arts Academy. Could you please allow him to join the Eleventh Division?"

This level of spiritual pressure, not to mention being compared to Ukitake Jūshirō and Aizen Sōsuke, is hardly remarkable even among the graduates.

What has stepped over the corpse of a spotted creature...

Banmoku Ichikaku and Ayasegawa Yumi were overjoyed, as if they had received some reward, responding excitedly, "Yes!"

Do you understand now

Kyoraku Shunsui crossed his arms and replied with an expression devoid of any fluctuation. "Do as you please, but if it affects my enjoyment of the battle, I will cut you down as well."

However, Yamamoto Genryūsai observed the solemn expression on Ukitake Jūshirō's face, and finally revealed a hint of curiosity as he scrutinized Senju and *Tushucheng*.

After a brief pause, Banmu Yijiao firmly grasped the five fingers of Qianshou Cheng and rubbed them vigorously, saying

And the spotted one blinked its eyes, nodded, and said

Kyouraku Shunsui looked down from above at the three men who were huddled together like a sandwich, his gaze sweeping across their faces as if recalling something, and he spoke

To speak honestly, Qianshou Chengzhen truly believes that it is not a difficult matter

However, what I long for is not battle, but healing; it is the art of medicine. My dream is to rescue each lost life from suffering, and this is something I cannot achieve while serving in the Eleventh Division, which is dedicated to combat.

Thousand Hands, clearly your muscles contain so much strength, and sometimes I can feel your burning heart that yearns for battle. Therefore, you must just be lacking that little opportunity to develop yourself. Come to the 11th Division, it will surely open the door to a new world for you, trust me

After all, although the appearance of the mottled-eyed one has already taken on the form of a powerful bald figure, his strength has not yet reached a corresponding level.

Kyouraku Shunsui's gaze inevitably held a hint of disappointment

According to Qianshou Cheng's estimation, the current Banmu Yijiao is considered to be among the top tier among graduates; however, when compared to the library squad, it can barely be regarded as a position of a seat officer.

a corner of the spotted eye

At this moment, Senju seems to be gently advising a patient with an incurable illness, with a tone that is warm and sincere

What is the matter?

One corner

As for the matter of the spotted one-horn, I had not thought much about it. The reason I persistently wanted to recruit Senju Makoto into the Eleventh Division, aside from considering him a cherished friend, was that I had become accustomed to being continuously "nurtured" by Senju Makoto, allowing me to freely enjoy the thrill of battle

Officer

What gives you the right to have a dedicated "nanny"?

"Qianshou, rest assured, I will always protect you. As long as I have breath left, I will stand in front of you. The enemy wishes to lay a hand on you, they must first step over my corpse"

The blue veins on Banmoku's forehead slightly bulged, but he dared not erupt in explanation. "The last nickname was not this one"

In an instant, Qianshou Cheng's expression completely froze.

Ah, it is you all, the bald guy, the effeminate one

Indeed, Senju, I often feel lost due to the inability to find an opponent, and I frequently suffer from aches and pains caused by battles... Well, it seems that the entire 11th Division has many ailments every day for you to treat, fulfilling your dreams...