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This commotion was completely unfamiliar.

Yusuke Matsushita looked up and saw a broad-shouldered figure sitting in the distance, half of his body shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his face.

Yusuke Matsushita couldn't even see his face clearly.

"Hey, weren't you here to see me? What are you doing standing so far away? Come here."

The man greeted him.

The crowd surrounding him stood up and urged him on.

"The captain is calling you!"

"Can't you hear me, you bastard?!"

"Are you underestimating us, you bastards!"

These people are like monsters on the way to the boss, the kind that the modeler is too lazy to even show them. They all use the same model and look almost like identical twins.

And what kind of trash talk is this...?

Suppressing his urge to complain, Matsushita Yusuke glanced to his side.

Aizen Sousuke remained calm and looked at Matsushita Yusuke, nodding slightly in affirmation.

There doesn't seem to be anything particularly noteworthy... so let's go!

The two walked forward side by side.

Taking this opportunity, Matsushita Yusuke briefly looked around and found that the internal environment of the Eleventh Division was quite different from that of the Fifth Division.

The decoration here emphasizes simplicity.

Not only are most of the outlines made of wood, but many of them also show signs of disrepair over the years... Is it due to a shortage of funds? It even seems like Matsushita Yusuke hasn't taken good care of them.

The place where the two were walking at this moment was also a "one-way path" that resembled a dojo.

There were many soldiers sitting on both sides who looked rather abnormal...

Compared to other members of the Gotei 13, the people here lack that sense of professionalism; instead, they have more of a roguish and carefree attitude.

There are quite a few people who don't dress properly.

In addition...

The closer Matsushita Yusuke got, the more his brows furrowed.

It has an odor.

It wasn't the bloody or rusty smell, but rather a urine-like odor that's often smelled during public beta tests... Although it might sound a bit rude, the smell was indeed quite pungent.

Matsushita Yusuke glanced at the Shinha armor worn by these people.

He quickly understood why—as everyone knows, this thing was essentially a garment that evolved from culottes.

It is a traditional Japanese outfit.

Because the lower body clothing is relatively loose, many people are actually too lazy to take off their belts when using the toilet, and will take them off first.

Instead, you just flick it upwards and that's it.

While this approach is theoretically much more convenient, it also creates many obvious problems.

Inevitably, something will get stuck on it...

The members of the Eleventh Division, who are known for their rough and unrefined personalities, don't care much about cleanliness, so asking them to do laundry is out of the question.

Over time.

The smell was like the urinal in a dry latrine; it brewed and fermented, not only separating into layers but also starting to spoil...

Many elderly people are disliked and are called "old people smelly," partly because it is indeed inconvenient for older people to pay attention to personal hygiene.

On the other hand, these strange habits piled up together, eventually creating an odor bomb.

It has high lethality.

Thinking about it this way, Matsushita Yusuke's expression turned much uglier.

This isn't some kind of Eleventh Division barracks, it's more like a latrine...

Even visible to the naked eye.

Aizen Sousuke's expression also became somewhat subtly disgusted.

Both of them are the type who pay a lot of attention to their appearance and dressing up, and they reached a consensus on this matter.

—Why is this place so dirty?!

The two stopped at the end and looked at the figure sitting there so casually.

The other person sat up, and a broad, menacing head emerged from the shadows.

His expression was full of impatience, and also carried a very obvious sense of disdain.

"You... the vice-captain of the Fifth Division? Aizen Sousuke? And an insei? What... do you want with us?"

Oni Yanjo Kenpachi.

There are still nearly a hundred years before the story officially begins.

At this time, the contemporary "Kenpachi" was not yet that one-eyed monster...

The other person suddenly stood up. His shihaka uniform was quite casual, with the front of his shirt half-open, revealing a rather gruesome patch of chest hair...

The straw sandals on his feet were stretched open by the ground, and his hands hung down, falling down from the sides of his broad body, giving him a rounded appearance.

Holy crap...

How come this guy is as strong as a bear?

Moreover, he was completely dark-skinned, and his most striking features were his dark complexion and weight. Incidentally, I don't know if it's just my imagination...

When he stood up, the indescribable smell became even stronger.

This caused both Aizen Sousuke and Matsushita Yusuke to take two steps back simultaneously.

wow wow wow...

How could anyone possibly withstand such a master?!

Matsushita Yusuke couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This guy never actually appeared in the original work. Even when he was mentioned occasionally, he was just a background character in Kenpachi Zaraki's backstory.

In reality, there wasn't much room for further investigation.

After all, this guy's strength is directly inferior to that of Zaraki who hasn't been released, hasn't received special training, and hasn't been strengthened... What can I say if you're this bad? You're unworthy of the name Kenpachi!

No wonder Retsu Unohana never mentioned this guy; perhaps the old lady never truly believed he was her successor.

Closer to home.

Looking at this broad-shouldered, large, fat man, Aizen Sousuke pondered for a moment before speaking.

"I've come regarding something I explained before... Captain Oni Ichiro, do you recall this matter?"

"...?"

This situation of staring at each other is quite amusing.

Finally, it was someone next to Oni Kenpachi who leaned over and whispered something to him before he finally understood.

"Oh...so the student representatives are here for the exchange battle, right? I remember now...uh, yeah, that's right."

Student representatives, an exchange battle?

Matsushita Yusuke glanced at his side with some confusion, while Aizen Sousuke gestured "calm down" without turning his head.

Ultimately, Aizen was in charge of arranging things, so Matsushita Yusuke didn't really have much say in the matter.

Forget it...

Now it's your turn to improvise, Lao Lan!

"Because our Eleventh Division has had difficulty recruiting in recent years, we also want to start some cooperation with the Spirit Arts Academy. Hmm... it's always a good thing that someone is willing to come and exchange ideas."

Seeing the rough-around-the-edges guy nodding to himself, Matsushita Yusuke couldn't help but fall silent.

Brother, don't you consider whether this is a problem on your own?

Judging from the morale of the team...

Let alone volunteering, even those who were transferred here would probably cry and run back to Rukongai just from smelling this.

Moreover, this squad currently has absolutely no female members... Considering the average quality of its members, there will probably be quite a few of those messy harassments.

Damn it, what have you done to this team?