Chapter 7

The glasses reflected light.

Impossible to read the expression in his eyes!

Aizen Sosuke…

The two exchanged a glance; Aizen Sosuke merely smiled faintly, nodded, and turned away.

He did not engage in further conversation.

"That person is also a new student, with a spiritual pressure of level ten—one of the best in this cohort."

Shihoin Yoruichi spoke softly beside him.

Kuchiki Senya nodded.

Aizen.

The biggest villain of the early-to-mid original story.

Exceptionally gifted, overwhelmingly powerful, his spiritual pressure even surpassed the limits of a Shinigami!

Although.

His Zangetsu, known as the strongest illusion-type Zanpakutō, made everyone in Seireitei spin in circles.

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But.

Anyone with eyes can see.

It's not Zangetsu that's strong—it's Aizen!

However.

What does this have to do with me?

Anyway, I just lie around, drink, and visit flower houses to grow stronger.

If I killed him for no reason, my reputation would plummet, and neither the school nor the Central 46 would stand idly by.

005, forget it, I'm scared of knives.

"Kuchiki Senya!"

"You're not thinking of skipping class again, are you!"

Kuchiki Bai Zai watched Kuchiki Senya slouching lazily.

He snorted coldly and rolled his eyes dramatically at him.

"Tsk."

"Brother is just brother."

Senya looked at Bai Zai with exasperation and shook his head, "Between brothers, is there even the most basic trust?"

"Am I that kind of person?"

"Come visit my Senya Pavilion sometime—I'll show you around."

"Pah!"

"You're not that kind of person? How dare you say that!"

"You want me to go to Senya Pavilion? I'd rather starve to death or jump off the roof than set foot in that place!"

Kuchiki Bai Zai's face turned ashen, and he firmly refused.

Senya Pavilion.

The largest flower house on Flower Street.

Also purchased by Kuchiki Senya two and a half years ago.

Originally,

the Kuchiki clan had refused.

As the head of the Four Noble Families, to run a flower house!

It was simply shameless!

It was utterly immoral!

But there was no choice—Senya Pavilion brought in too much profit…

Under Kuchiki Senya's management, it earned over a million rings per month!

To the Kuchiki clan, this was an invaluable treasure.

So,

now,

the clan turned a blind eye to Kuchiki Senya's ownership of the flower house.

"Don't you,"

"have even a shred of shame?"

"Don't you have even a shred of loyalty to the family?"

"Don't you have even the slightest desire to change?!"

Bai Zai demanded angrily, staring at Kuchiki Senya, who reeked of alcohol and was drunk, his fingers trembling slightly.

"No."

Kuchiki Senya yawned.

"When you get home, tell Dad I don't want to live at home—I'm moving into the dorms to study."

Two and a half years passed.

His truancy skills had reached their peak.

And.

He didn't need to go home.

He could live forever in drunken oblivion in the Flower Street.

Otherwise,

if the family discovered he wasn't coming home and frequently skipped class,

Master Ginrei and his father Kuchiki Sōjun would likely come to the Flower Street themselves to drag him back.

"Hmph, why should I help you!"

Bai Zai turned his head away, refusing decisively.

"You don't want me caught skipping class and visiting brothels, bringing shame to the family, do you?" Kuchiki Senya said calmly.

"..."

Not long after,

all the new students arrived in the hall.

"Class, collect your Zanpakutō."

The middle-aged teacher, his face stern, spoke softly to the students below.

"Yay!"

"Finally, I'll have my own Zanpakutō!"

Below,

many young nobles or students from the Rukongai looked excited.

Everyone's Zanpakutō evolves from the initial "Shikai."