The only player in the world of Bleach

It's Isshin Kurosaki.

He changed into a clean and familiar Shinigami uniform, and descended with a smile until he stood beside Ichigo.

"Full of vigor and high spirits"—this phrase seems to be the most fitting description for Isshin Kurosaki right now.

Although both were victims of Aizen's pranks, Kurosaki Isshin's situation seems completely different from that of the Visoreds.

Maybe it's because of Ichigo?

Of course, the specifics are another matter, but in short, Ichigo's expression clearly froze for a moment after seeing his father.

"...Huh? Dad? Why did you clean it up so thoroughly?"

"What's the problem? It's fine, isn't it? I just didn't have the time to take care of it before... So if your old man tidies it up a bit and makes it cleaner, doesn't it look quite presentable?"

Although this kind of narcissism is really frustrating, Ichigo Kurosaki suppressed his urge to make sarcastic remarks this time.

After all, they were father and son, and he knew exactly why Kurosaki was unwilling to groom himself and be unkempt.

—He has never truly moved on from that funeral.

In this respect, Ichigo also has similar 'symptoms'.

It's just that, comparatively speaking, both father and son are better at seeking solutions internally rather than oppressing others externally.

Seeing his father regain his spirits is a joyous occasion for Ichigo.

only……

If you stop complaining, then it'll be someone else's turn to start the fire.

"By the way, did you ask the school for leave beforehand?"

Kurosaki Ichigo, who had been smiling and looking forward to his 'trip', suddenly froze for a moment.

"...Huh? What do you mean?"

"You're still asking me? Didn't I make it clear to you before? This time, going back to Soul Society and back will probably take two to three days... I told you to ask the school for leave."

Kurosaki Isshin couldn't help but grimace as he spoke.

"You've forgotten even this?!"

"...I don't seem to remember it at all."

But since things have come to this, we can only leave and see what happens!

Seeing Urahara Kisuke's already exposed outline, Kurosaki Isshin sighed, grabbed his son by the collar, and strode forward.

"Never mind... We've already explained the situation to Xia Li and the others. Even if the school calls our home, they'll help explain. The rest isn't something we need to worry about!"

"No, put me down! I need to contact the teacher right away to ask for leave, this will count as skipping class!!!"

The two leaped into the passage and quickly disappeared from sight.

Only Ichigo Kurosaki's screams still echoed, like a mournful sound reverberating through an empty valley...

Everyone looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, Hirako Shinji took the lead and let out a short, soft laugh.

"Pfft... Haha... These two guys are really hilarious."

Shake your head and wave your hand.

He turned around and spoke to the members of the Masked Army.

"Alright, alright, Ichigo's already gone, so we've finished our sparring mission for today... Let's go back and get some rest! Everyone's worked hard these past few days!"

"Oh!!!"

Unlike the rules and constraints of the Soul Society, these Shinigami, who are already familiar with and completely accustomed to living in the human world, have fully adapted to the current pace of life.

There isn't just one way to live; living freely and spontaneously... is clearly what these people are pursuing right now.

As the Visoreds took their leave, Kisuke Urahara waved and was about to turn and leave when he was suddenly stopped.

"Wait, wait... Manager Urahara."

He looked over and saw Hiyori jogging over again.

"what happened?"

"Where did that guy who was fighting Ichigo just two days ago go?"

As if afraid that Kisuke Urahara wouldn't understand, she added some more details with exaggerated gestures.

"It's that little girl who looks short and young, but who's really fierce when she fights... even more formidable than me!"

For her to say something like that, it's essentially a form of acceptance.

While secretly reflecting on his feelings, Kisuke Urahara said with a smile.

"Ah, you mean her? She returned to Soul Society after completing her mission a while ago... saying she was going to give a report first or something."

"Isn't she one of your employees?"

"Of course not... She's the daughter of the current captain of the Eleventh Division."

at the same time.

The father and son were making their way through the gap without stopping.

Just like in the original story where Retsu Unohana led Ichigo Kurosaki back and forth between Hueco Mundo and the human world, Accelerator led the way while constantly weaving and piecing together a path that could be used for travel.

This person is, of course, Kurosaki Isshin.

The spiritual power of a captain-level individual is stable and abundant; simply using it will not affect their performance at all.

Naturally, it won't have the fragmented outline seen in the original work...

Ichigo Kurosaki stepped onto it, looking around as he asked a question.

"Dad, what exactly is the Soul Society?"

"Your question is a bit too broad; I don't know how to answer it right now..."

"Let me put it another way. What does the Soul Society mean to you?"

This question made Kurosaki Isshin look thoughtful. He continued walking, looked up, and after a moment of contemplation, spoke.

"This is the place where I was born, grew up, and learned my skills..."

"Dad, didn't you go there after you died?"

"Idiot! Your old man used to be surnamed 'Shiba'. How could I be the kind of person who just entered Soul Society and can't even say his own name?"

"So, does that mean we're actually nobles?"

"Yes, and they're not even minor nobles... I'll introduce you to some other people later when I have the chance; they're all relatives of us."

Kurosaki Ichigo blinked silently, then gave a slightly helpless smile, as if relieved.

"I always felt... Dad, you used to be really stubborn."

Despite all the pressure and secrets...

But he said nothing, simply living a decadent life, using his inexperienced medical skills to manage the family and ensure that the three siblings lived a life of 'no worries about food and clothing'.

Kurosaki Isshin heard this and, though he subconsciously retorted, simply gave a perfunctory reply.

But the corners of his mouth still involuntarily turned up slightly.

No father dislikes his son's praise, and this was especially true for him—when Ichigo was a child, he idolized him and considered his father his hero.

As you grow up, you lose that part of the emotion and feel more of a subtle sense of dislike.

But this is also reasonable.

After all, Kurosaki Isshin was well aware of his own shortcomings.

He realized that he wasn't a very good father... He had neglected his children's feelings too much, and he was just running away from something.

I thought I had gotten used to this way of getting along to some extent.

But... it's still not quite the same.

Hearing Ichigo speak with his own ears, uttering such words of relief, was a completely different feeling for Kurosaki Isshin.

It was as if something deep inside him had been released; he even felt a slight warmth in his eyes.

"...Dad?"

"Yes, I'm listening... What's wrong?"

Did you cry?

"...You brat! Who cries over something like this!"

"Ha... there's no need to be so stubborn. Come to think of it, we've never had a conversation like this before."

indeed so.

Therefore, both father and son's tone of voice rose noticeably at this moment.

This not only means that the original barriers have been overcome, but also that both sides have reached a consensus once again.

"Hey, Dad! Tell me about your life before? How is Soul Society different from our human world?"

"Do you want to hear it? I can't do anything with you... Get ready! I'm about to start!"

The father and son were in high spirits.

On the Soul Society side...

Matsushita Yusuke brewed a pot of tea, savoring it himself while casually offering it to someone in front of him.

"You two, don't just stand there, come and have a taste... This is the captain's good intention."

Yusuke Matsushita pondered for a moment, then added.

"They say it's a specialty of such-and-such place... It went through several procedures during the harvesting process before I got it. It seems quite precious; you can't usually taste it."

The two people in front of him remained silent for a moment, and then responded.

Gin Ichimaru picked up the cup and examined it for a while before taking small sips.

Zaraki casually gulped it down, then let out a hot burp.

—The two of them looked completely clueless and unhappy.

To be honest, just looking at these two gives me a slight headache... but there's nothing I can do, since they're still under my command.

"So, what kind of conflict have you two had recently?"

No! x2

They answered quite quickly.

Yusuke Matsushita shook his head helplessly and said with a bitter expression.

"Are you two kidding me? There are already more than ten complaints in the team... saying that you two are constantly competing openly and secretly, and now it's starting to affect some of the team's affairs."

Although similar situations have occurred before, we can't keep pretending that nothing happened.

They need to be taught a lesson every now and then.

"You two, have I been too mild-mannered lately and you've gotten a little carried away? It seems like you're arguing more and more frequently these days."

"..."X2

After all, it was his own fault, and it was common for him to be caught and reprimanded by the captain.

Usually, you can get away with pretending to be an ostrich.

But the conversation couldn't continue like this...

Scratching his lips, Matsushita Yusuke looked around for a moment before tentatively asking.

"Why don't you leave the Eleventh Division and look for other jobs outside?"

Frankly speaking, Yusuke Matsushita's abilities have improved significantly, and he no longer needs to focus excessively on business aspects.

The Eleventh Division can't accommodate these two big shots.

One child can probably be managed and handled well, but two is really asking too much...

As expected, the two of them rejected the request almost reflexively.