NABC Chapter 322
Chapter 322
Chapter 322
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Amid the dim sky stood a strikingly beautiful woman in a black Shihakushō and white haori. A single thick braid hung over her shoulder, and she wore round spectacles, smiling softly at Soifon.
Though stunning, the moment Soifon saw that smile, every cell in her body tensed. A terrifying aura like nothing she’d felt clamped tight around her nerves.
Kaelith moved fully in front of Soifon, blocking her from this newcomer. Studying the woman’s face, he spoke in a tone that was more amused than wary:
“Such a lovely lady: short in stature but…(ahem)… refined and graceful, wild yet still elegant, sharp like a blade, but beguiling as a blossom.
“If I’d met you before, I’d never have forgotten. Suppose we introduce ourselves? I’m Kyōraku Shunsui, Captain of Squad Eight. And you, my lady?”
The woman flushed at his words.
“Such glib talk – you’re lying, obviously.”
After inhaling deeply, she said resolutely, “My name is Katori Batsu’unsai. I once served as Captain of the Tenth Division. And you are Kaelith Yurei, not Kyōraku Shunsui.”
Kaelith raised his brow. “Ah, I see how it is.”
“A fighter of this level who I’ve never seen, who has some knowledge of the Seireitei but not much. Let me guess: you’re a fugitive from Muken?”
Batsu’unsai shook her head. “I’m afraid you guessed wrong.”
She regarded Kaelith with turbulent emotions swirling in her eyes.
Then she spoke:
“I heard you supposedly invented a device to purify ‘heavy reishi’ so a deceased Captain’s soul needn’t be cast into Hell. Did you truly manage it?”
“…Hmm.”
Kaelith’s eyes narrowed. As far as he knew, only Aizen, Urahara, and the elder Kuchiki Ginrei were aware of that re
That explained how she’d slipped into the Eleventh so stealthily, why her Reiatsu signature was wholly unfamiliar, and why she cared about “heavy reishi purification.”
She was from Hell.
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At the First Division’s assembly hall, Yamamoto sat at the head, the other captains in two rows. Kaelith stood in the middle, recounting the entire incident. Hearing it, every captain stared bug-eyed, as if their worldview had been shattered.
“Captains’ souls can’t return to the cycle because their reishi is too dense?”
“That funeral rite called the ‘Konso Rei-sai’ wasn’t just a tradition, but to send the captain’s remains to Hell?”
The shocking truth was hard for most to swallow. They all stared at Yamamoto.
He was quiet for a few seconds, then turned to the disciple who consistently surprised him:
“Kaelith. You’re certain you found a way to purge heavy reishi so any Shinigami above Third-Class Authority can rejoin the normal cycle after death?”
Kaelith let out a proud huff.
“That’s right – tested and verified, no problem. After all, I—Kaelith poured out almost all my world-shaking wisdom to succeed!”
He stopped just short of mentioning other’s involvement, remembering Batsu’unsai’s warning.
Looking smug, Kaelith’s words made Yamamoto’s temple vein twitch in mild exasperation—but at once, a hint of a smile crossed his face.
** Each time Yamamoto had performed a Captain’s funeral rite, it felt like his own spirit was being torn. But for the world’s balance, he repeated that cruelty again and again.
Now that burden might finally be lifted.
Seeing the pair’s brief exchange, every captain realized Kaelith’s claim was true. The reality of their original fate left them chilled, but a wave of relief followed:
They wouldn’t be condemned to Hell after all. They were lucky beyond measure.
They all turned toward the man who delivered that luck. Even Shinji Hirako, once suspicious, couldn’t deny that Kaelith had performed a miracle.
Yamamoto’s expression returned to one of being grave.
“The most pressing task is to figure out how Katori Batsu’unsai managed to leave Hell and arrive in the Soul Society,” he said.
“If something truly went wrong in Hell, letting the sinners inside escape at will, then it would be a catastrophe not just for the Soul Society but for all three realms.”
This was a heavy statement, yet it was not an overreaction. There was no stronger force in existence than Hell. Over the span of a million years, the majority of Shinigami at or above Captain level had been sent there. According to legend, beings in Hell were immortal—no matter how many times they died within Hell, they would resurrect there again. If that were true, just imagining how many Captain-level individuals must be gathered in Hell was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
Kaelith folded his arms, reflecting on every moment from Katori Batsu’unsai's appearance to his departure. There was something strange about the whole sequence. Rather than fleeing for her life, Katori Batsu’unsai seemed more like she was being manipulated by some unknown force.
Besides, Kaelith recalled he had once formed a contract with the Sarunomiya family, becoming one of those who guard the Gates of Hell. If someone actually escaped through those gates, logically he should have sensed it happening.
Why hadn’t he noticed a single thing?
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a Shinigami rushed in.
“Reporting! Captain-Commander, the Sarunomiya family has sent someone. They say there’s an urgent matter to discuss!”
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