Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
Today's randomly invited guest from another world.
Captain-Commander of the Gotei Thirteen.
Founder of the Shin'ō Academy.
A man revered for a thousand years as the strongest Shinigami.
A walking legend wrapped in more terrifying titles than anyone could count.
And yet—
Standing here now was nothing more than a short, elderly man with a hunched back.
At this moment, faced with Yoruichi's greeting, Old Man Yamamoto snorted coldly.
"You've turned yourself into a cat?"
"Yoruichi… do you have even the slightest trace of a captain's dignity left?!"
As his words fell—
A terrifying pressure flooded every corner of the tavern.
In an instant.
Yoruichi's long, graceful body leapt through the air and landed directly in Ron's arms.
Her golden, slit pupils flickered with blatant provocation.
It was as if she were saying:
Come on, old man. If you've got the guts, fight him.
Meanwhile, Homelander, Deep Sea, and the other weaker guests immediately lowered their heads under the crushing spiritual pressure.
They didn't even dare to meet Yamamoto's gaze.
"B-Bleach guy…!"
"What's wrong with this old man?!"
"My kingly heart is about to explode…!"
Grey Wolf howled in terror, diving under a table, his voice trembling.
"Aizen! What's going on?!"
"Don't worry, King Grey Wolf," Aizen said calmly.
"Captain-Commander Yamamoto is actually quite kind—just… extremely strict."
After soothing him, Aizen turned to Yamamoto with a gentle smile.
"Captain-Commander, please don't be angry. Have a seat."
"The alcohol here is quite good."
Yamamoto nodded, finally retracting his spiritual pressure, and slowly walked to the bar to sit down.
But a trace of confusion crossed his face.
Just now…
What did Aizen call that wolf?
King?
If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Yamamoto would've thought he misheard.
"Welcome, Old Man Yamamoto."
Ron greeted him with a smile.
"I'm Ron, the owner of this tavern."
As he spoke, an old meme from his past life suddenly surfaced in Ron's mind.
Yamamoto, I—
"Ahem."
"Greetings, young man," Yamamoto replied curtly.
Then his aged eyes locked onto Yoruichi with sharp intensity.
"Breaking into the execution ground is a grave crime."
"Don't think hiding here means you'll escape judgment."
Yoruichi sat comfortably in Ron's arms, looking completely unbothered.
"Oh? Come on, old man."
"I'm right here. If you've got the nerve, come arrest me."
If this were Soul Society, she'd have run the moment she saw Yamamoto.
Fighting him?
That was just asking for a worse fate.
But this was different.
This was the tavern.
The rules were clear.
Yamamoto, if you dare attack, see whether Ron draws his blade on you or not.
Call the entire Gotei Thirteen for a group beatdown?
Dream on.
My home is in Flip-Flop Garden. My mom's Zhang Xiaoli, my dad's Hu Yingjun, my name's Hu Tutu.
Come at me.
—Wait.
Just as Yoruichi was about to keep taunting, a sudden thought struck her.
No way she was taking Yamamoto's anger alone.
She had to drag Aizen into this mess.
So she continued loudly:
"The Hollowfication experiments weren't just done by Urahara Kisuke."
"Aizen was doing them too."
"And right now—"
"He's leaning against that wolf, finishing the Hōgyoku."
"Once the Hōgyoku is complete, no one can say what Aizen will do."
"After all, the crimes pinned on Urahara Kisuke and Tessai Tsukabishi…"
"…should've belonged to Aizen from the start."
As for the execution ground incident—
And how Urahara and Tessai were framed—
It wasn't that Yoruichi didn't want to explain.
It was pointless.
This stubborn old man would never believe it.
Especially since Shunsui Kyōraku had been hypnotized and testified that Aizen never left Soul Society that day.
"Is this true… Aizen?"
Yamamoto asked calmly.
Aizen sat at the bar, poured Yamamoto a drink, and spoke lightly:
"The innocent remain innocent."
"And besides—"
"Yoruichi, the sky has always been colorless."
"It never deceived you."
"Nor the Captain-Commander."
"Nor anyone in this world."
"You were simply deceived by your own eyes."
Yoruichi's face darkened instantly.
What absolute nonsense.
If she didn't know the truth, she might've actually believed him.
"Innocent my ass."
Pure hypocrisy.
Yamamoto frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his cloudy eyes.
"When we return to Soul Society…"
"I will personally investigate this."
"Aizen—"
"Do not let me find that you are guilty."
It was both a warning—
And a threat.
That incident had already cost the lives of several captains.
As Captain-Commander, Yamamoto could not afford to lose more of Soul Society's top combatants.
Aizen nodded calmly.
"I trust the Captain-Commander will clear my name."
And then—
BOOM!
Grey Wolf suddenly leapt into the air.
His soft paw slammed straight onto Aizen's head.
Smack—!!
A dull impact echoed as Aizen's glasses flew off his face.
Silence.
Yamamoto froze mid-sip, his cup suspended in midair.
What…?
Who gave this wolf the courage to do that?
In his memory, Aizen was gentle—
But when he killed, he was ruthless.
Yet what happened next shocked Yamamoto even more.
Aizen didn't draw his sword.
He didn't even get angry.
Instead, he asked gently:
"King Grey Wolf… what is the matter?"
Grey Wolf crossed his arms proudly.
"Innocent my foot."
"You made the Hōgyoku, so you made it."
"This king refuses to lie with you!"
"…Except when tricking sheep."
Veins popped on Aizen's forehead.
His smile twitched violently.
Damn it.
Couldn't you just eat your sheep quietly?
Now everything's exposed!
Once the Hōgyoku is complete, you're the first one I'm cutting down, Grey Wolf.
Ron, watching from behind the bar, burst out laughing.
Good grief.
Wasn't this just the wolf version of Wang Tianba?
Dignity—
No, wolfly integrity—above all.
Yoruichi froze for a moment, then rolled around laughing in Ron's arms.
"Old man Yamamoto, 'the innocent remain innocent,' huh?"
"By now, you should know exactly who created that tragedy."
Yamamoto ignored Yoruichi and turned to Aizen.
"Explain yourself."
Aizen replied evenly:
"My answer remains the same."
"Creating the Hōgyoku does not make me the culprit."
Yamamoto sighed deeply.
"Words are meaningless now."
"Come back to Soul Society and submit to investigation."
"And if I refuse?" Aizen asked.
"You have no room to negotiate."
Yamamoto took a sip of alcohol and gently tightened his grip on his staff.
In that instant—
The atmosphere inside the tavern turned dangerously strange.
"Captain-Commander."
"In this tavern…"
"Even if you and the entire Gotei Thirteen came together…"
"You still wouldn't be able to take me."
Aizen slowly stood and walked toward Ron.
Along the way—
He crushed his black-framed glasses beneath his foot.
Then—
He swept his hand back through his messy bangs.
In one smooth motion, his hair slicked back perfectly.
The gentle smile vanished.
In its place—
A razor-sharp gaze.
An overwhelming aura of dominance surged forth.
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