Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

Makoto adjusted his glasses slightly, offering a polite smile as he responded, "Captain Aizen, you certainly know how to joke…"

"This isn't a joke." Aizen's gentle smile lingered as he continued, "Makoto-kun's 'Women's Shinigami Association' is, after all, an organization aimed at improving the welfare of female Shinigami. Nowhere in its charter does it exclude male Shinigami from joining, does it? I must say, I'm genuinely interested in the position of chairman."

After pausing briefly, Aizen resumed speaking with a calm demeanor.

"It's evident that Makoto-kun has ambitions to change the current state of the Soul Society. Perhaps, in areas where our goals align, we might be able to offer mutual support."

Hearing Aizen repeat himself, Makoto's expression grew more serious.

Aizen… What is his true aim?

Common goals?

Makoto couldn't believe that someone like Aizen would genuinely care about the rights and welfare of female Shinigami.

In his past life's memories, Aizen showed no mercy towards any woman, whether they were lolis or mature ladies. His Zanpakuto had cut down both without hesitation.

This kind of man hardly seemed like the type who would fight for women's rights in the Soul Society.

More importantly, Makoto had already begun regarding the Women's Shinigami Association as a critical piece on the board for future plans. There was no way he would allow a second player to seize control of that piece.

"I'm sorry, Captain Aizen, but the position of chairman has already been tentatively decided. It's truly unfortunate," Makoto replied cautiously, maintaining a polite distance from Aizen.

"Is that so? What a pity…" Aizen bowed his head slightly, his tone carrying a faint hint of regret.

Unwilling to spend any more time alone with someone as dangerous as Aizen, Makoto offered a brief bow before vanishing in an instant using Shunpo.

Aizen made no move to stop him, merely watching Makoto's departing figure in silence. He murmured softly,

"So, this is your answer, Makoto-kun…?"

"The future you seek… Does the Soul Society truly not need two kings?"

"My friend, who stands on equal footing with me… If you desire the Soul Society, then take it. I shall stand before you as the king of Hueco Mundo…"

"So long as we walk parallel paths, fate will ensure we march side by side…"

"For in this world, only we are destined to understand each other and ascend to that height together…"

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Having swiftly put distance between himself and Aizen, Makoto felt a slight sense of relief that Aizen hadn't pursued him.

No matter what, spending time alone with someone like Aizen was inherently dangerous.

Still, Makoto couldn't help but be puzzled by Aizen's interest in becoming chairman of the Women's Shinigami Association.

Even if the association's future influence could be anticipated…

To someone like Aizen, it should remain an insignificant organization, certainly not comparable to the Espada, the experimental group he would form in the future.

Lost in thought, Makoto soon found himself standing before the Eleventh Division's barracks, flanked by two rows of burly guards.

Before he could figure out how to approach the muscle-bound sentinels to gain entry…

"Makoto-kun~!!"

Sensing his spiritual pressure, a pink-haired loli darted out of the Eleventh Division barracks and latched onto Makoto's head with precision.

This scene left the gate guards visibly stunned.

Yachiru Kusajishi, with her undeniable cuteness, had become the division's beloved mascot and undisputed favorite.

At first, many of the strength-obsessed members of the Eleventh Division hadn't taken the adorable girl seriously.

But after Yachiru singlehandedly crushed every dissenting member with pink-colored violence, she firmly secured her position as the vice-captain.

Furthermore, no foolish musclehead ever dared to approach or harm her again after several unfortunate souls were sent to the Fourth Division for treatment following failed attempts to capture the pink-haired loli behind Zaraki's back.

In the eyes of the muscular guards, Makoto was the only person aside from Zaraki who could get so close to Yachiru.

Envy, jealousy, confusion, and curiosity filled their gazes as Makoto, now holding Yachiru in his arms, strode confidently into the Eleventh Division barracks.

With Yachiru enthusiastically guiding him, Makoto found himself touring the division for the first time.

Unlike the warm and serene ambiance of the Fourth Division, the Eleventh Division was dominated by an overwhelming number of training grounds and constant sparring sessions.

Sweat and blood intermingled in the air…

Passion and fervor clashed wildly…

Roars and groans echoed all around…

After just a short walk, Makoto silently thanked his past self for not choosing the Eleventh Division.

In a place like this, constant combat seemed to be the only theme, and he couldn't help but wonder how long he could last before succumbing to the same brute-force mentality or even having his brain capacity shrink.

"Yachiru, if you have free time, try visiting other divisions more often. Staying here all the time isn't exactly healthy for your development," Makoto suggested.

"Eh? What do you mean by 'not healthy'?" Yachiru tilted her head and touched her lips in confusion.

After a brief pause, she seemed to have an epiphany. "Does that mean playing with Makoto-nii is healthy?"

"…Something like that." Feeling slightly guilty about misleading her, Makoto quickly added,

"Since the Women's Shinigami Association is about to be officially established, you'll be the key president. You can visit the association and find people to play with—it's healthy too."

"I think I get it…" Yachiru's eyes went blank for a moment as if contemplating his words deeply.

Still holding Yachiru, Makoto continued his leisurely tour of the barracks. Unexpectedly, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

On one of the training grounds, Ikkaku Madarame, shirtless, was surrounded by ten burly Shinigami, poised for an explosive battle…

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