Help! I am bound to Aizen!

Chapter 341

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Under Senna’s wary gaze, Kaelith Yurei strode forward.

The two of them stood in midair with no obstacles between them.

Though she didn’t know how strong Kaelith was, Senna’s instincts told her this man was not easy to deal with.

Thinking quickly, she decided to flee.

At the pace he was walking—more like taking a stroll—shaking him off should be child’s play.

Senna turned, used Shunpo, and in seconds had darted several hundred meters away.

She smiled, turned to glance back—

Then frowned slightly.

Was it her imagination, or had he not only failed to fall behind but actually drawn closer?

Seeing Kaelith smiling calmly as he continued his leisurely pace, Senna tilted her head.

Probably just an illusion—without any points of reference in midair, it was easy to misjudge distances.

With that thought, she accelerated, Shunpo’d another few hundred meters, and looked back again.

This time, her heart sank.

It wasn’t an illusion!

He was even closer!

A wave of tension gripped Senna.

Her Shunpo was fast—so how was he closing the gap?

She turned her back to him, then suddenly spun around.

Kaelith was closer still.

“?!”

Senna’s eyes widened.

Panic gripping her, she whirled around again and then quickly spun back—

Only to find Kaelith’s face not even ten centimeters away, smiling at her.

“Here’s Johnny!!”

“Eeeeyaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!”

Far away, Ulquiorra listened to the despairing scream, expressionless.

Just another peaceful day.

……

Aizen Sōsuke walked along the streets of Seireitei.

Kaelith had just sent word: get to the World of the Living immediately—he had important intel.

Aizen was half-convinced.

On the one hand, Kaelith was indeed good at stirring up trouble and often created big headlines.

On the other, there was Kaelith’s... character.

One time, while Aizen was handling a critical experiment, Kaelith had messaged him urgently: big event, come to Squad Eleven at once.

Concerned, Aizen had dropped everything and rushed over.

Turned out the “big event” was... they needed a fourth player for cards.

He’d exercised all his self-restraint not to draw his sword and cut Kaelith down on the spot.

Recalling that incident, Aizen’s face darkened.

If Kaelith pulled something similar again, he’d make sure Kaelith learned what it meant to anger a scientist and cry wolf.

As usual, Aizen didn’t use a Senkaimon. Instead, he accessed a secret lab that masked spiritual pressure and used Garganta to reach the World of the Living.

Senkaimon, no matter how hidden, was too easily monitored by the Soul Society.

Upon arrival, Aizen checked Kaelith’s location on his tablet and hurried over.

The signal pointed to a hotel.

At the door, confirming the coordinates, he pushed inside.

He found a purple-haired girl in a high school uniform kneeling on the bed, gagged and bound.

Tears shimmered in her eyes. She looked pitiful.

Kaelith sat across from her, shirtless, eying her body with amusement.

Aizen: “……”

Kaelith turned. “Yo, Sōsuke. You’re here?”

Aizen narrowed his eyes. “Kaelith Yurei, if this ‘important intel’ was just an excuse to show me this, I’m leaving.”

Kaelith blinked.

Two seconds later, realization dawned.

He was furious.

First Ishida Ryūken, now Aizen—what was wrong with these people?

Was this really how they saw him?

Slander!

Defamation!

He’d have to introduce himself to some cute sisters later to soothe his wounded pride.

Irritated, he grabbed Aizen and dragged him over to Senna.

“Open your eyes and look. What do you see?”

“?”

Aizen frowned, casting a glance at the girl.

Then he released his spiritual sense and examined her.

A few seconds later, surprise flickered across his face.

“Strange…”

“Overall, she seems like an ordinary Shinigami.”

“But on closer inspection, I detect countless soul fragments within her.”

“How can such a being exist?”

Aizen’s curiosity stirred.

He had encountered many composite souls before.

All Menos were like that.

But Senna was fundamentally different.

Menos were composed of countless whole souls, not fragments. A dominant will would suppress the others, eventually achieving unity—becoming an Adjuchas, and if fully unified, a Vasto Lorde.

Failure meant regressing to a Gillian.

Senna, however, was composed of soul fragments. She possessed a singular will and wouldn’t be overtaken by others.

Instead, she carried numerous conflicting memories—fragments from countless souls—which would eventually overwhelm her mind unless someone intervened.

Kaelith approached.

“She isn’t really a Shinigami.”

“Hmm?”

Aizen glanced over.

Was Kaelith about to explain?

Arms crossed, Kaelith said, “Sōsuke, have you ever heard of the Valley of Screams?”

Aizen pondered for a moment. “Souls detached from the cycle of rebirth, drifting through the Dangai, slowly gather into a special Reishi space known as the Valley of Screams.”

“In this space, the soul’s shells merge into a material-like substance.”

“Their memories and thoughts coalesce into another entity, becoming…”

“...I see. This girl is such a manifestation.”

“I never thought I’d witness such a phenomenon firsthand.”

Kaelith stood, mouth agape.

He’d expected Aizen to have no idea about this obscure topic, giving him the chance to lecture and enjoy Aizen’s astonished, envious reaction.

But he’d only said “Valley of Screams,” and Aizen had deduced everything.

Even Senna’s exact nature!

Kaelith swayed, staggered back a few steps, and flopped into a chair, turning to ash.

Aizen stood calmly, watching.

Unbeknownst to Kaelith, a slight smirk curled Aizen’s lips.

Truthfully, Aizen had only read about the Valley of Screams once, long ago, and hadn’t remembered much.

But to stop Kaelith from showing off, he’d racked his memory and recited the information as if it were second nature.

Luckily, his memory hadn’t failed him.

He’d successfully made Kaelith shut down.

Very satisfying.

Meanwhile, Senna struggled to push the gag out of her mouth.

She glared at the two men.

“What were you two just talking about?!”

“I am a Shinigami! A genuine Shinigami!”

Aizen glanced at her but didn’t answer.

In his mind, her fate was either to become his experiment or Kaelith’s plaything. Either way, there was no need to explain.

It was a waste of breath talking to her.

Kaelith, however, lifted his head.

“You can be considered a Shinigami—just not an official, factory-made one.”

“You heard what we said. It should be easy to verify for yourself.”

“The conflicting memories you keep experiencing—those are proof your memories are stitched together.”

He stood, pulled a shihakushō from his shadow space, put it on, and threw a haori over it.

Gotei-certified quality.

Senna, kneeling on the bed, began trying to recall her past.

No... what they’d said was nonsense.

She remembered her past clearly.

Her father was a merchant—a gentle man with a slender face who always brought her toys when he came home.

She’d lived in a cozy Tokyo home…

Wait. Her father had been a plump man who lived with her and her mother in a traditional-style house.

No, he’d been a violent man who abused her mother…

Why did these memories conflict so much?

Not only in content, but even the settings were inconsistent.

Some scenes were modern, with skyscrapers.

Others were run-down, with narrow streets lined only with small houses.

Senna’s pupils trembled.

Confused and desperate, she looked up.

“Who… who am I really?”

Kaelith adjusted his collar and replied lazily:

“No need to dwell on it. While you’re a collection of soul fragments, you’ve already formed your own consciousness.”

“You’re just having memory confusion. Once you integrate all the fragments, that will stop.”

“Many Menos experience similar things when first evolving to Adjuchas.”

“If that feels too slow, I can have someone help you.”

He smiled and gestured toward Aizen.

“This guy’s an expert on souls. He’s overseen over a hundred Arrancar transformations with a survival rate over ninety percent.”

Aizen ignored him.

Senna was dumbfounded.

Her bizarre condition—these men brushed it off like it was nothing.

She asked instinctively:

“Who… what are you?”

Kaelith chuckled.

“Just a passing Shinigami.”

Senna blinked, stunned.

Aizen asked, “Kaelith, what’s the next step?”

“Send her to Yūtendō Inc. and have Ishida look after her. Then you and I are heading out.”

“Where?”

“The Dangai.”

Kaelith tilted his head slightly, eyes cool.

There was some ancient family hiding in the Dangai—he couldn’t quite recall the name.

But without a doubt, they aimed to destroy the World of the Living and Soul Society.

Kaelith’s policy for such anti-social types was simple.

We only need one planet-glassing maniac. The rest? Kill them.

Aizen nodded.

He didn’t know exactly what Kaelith had in mind, but that look told him a decision had been made.

At such times, his role was only to support.

Kaelith was about to move when he suddenly turned toward the window.

“Interesting. I haven’t gone looking for them—but they’ve come to me.”

Seconds later, a figure smashed through the window with a shout.

“Hyahhh!!!”

It was a dark-skinned, muscular man wielding two crescent-shaped knuckle blades.

Amid flying glass, he spotted Senna.

“Hmph. So you were hiding here.”

He turned to Kaelith and Aizen.

“Two Shinigami… figures. Seireitei’s lapdogs. You’ve got a keen nose.”

“Too bad—you’ll die here!”

He lunged at the man who looked weaker—the bespectacled scholar.

As the blades swung toward his face, Aizen’s expression didn’t change.

At the last moment, he unleashed a burst of Reiatsu. The muscular man flew backward at several times his incoming speed, vanishing out the window.

Aizen pushed up his glasses.

“Someone inherited a certain's brawn but not the corresponding instincts. Foolish.”

Kaelith glanced over.

That remark seemed… slightly malicious.

Was it his imagination?

Aizen flash-stepped outside.

Kaelith looked at Senna, still kneeling on the bed, bound.

He smiled and snapped his fingers.

Snap!

Senna gasped—the ropes around her wrists and ankles all snapped apart.

Several spiritual blades had appeared out of thin air and sliced them clean.

Between Kaelith’s effortless capture of her, Aizen’s casual dismissal of the enemy, and now this blade technique, Senna fully grasped the gap in power.

She took a deep breath.

“What do you… want me to do?”

“Haven’t decided yet. No rush.”

Kaelith grabbed the back of her collar.

“For now, let’s go butcher the traitorous scum outside!”

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