Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 222

Chapter 222

"The Plague God!"

“Huh… ‘Plague God’?”

Hearing the shopkeeper’s words, Kaelith raised an eyebrow.

He knew Zaraki Kenpachi could be a bit rough around the edges, but he wasn’t someone you’d call a “plague god.”

Still, he glanced in the direction of the commotion.

Not far off, he spotted a massive figure—around two meters tall, maybe closer to two-thirty.

Not as tall as Komamura, yet just as imposing—broad and thickset.

By Kaelith’s estimate, the man had to weigh at least five or six hundred pounds, with a bearded face full of coarse features.

He was like a living mountain of flesh, clad in ragged clothing that revealed a hairy chest, filthy patches all over his body. Even from dozens of meters away, it seemed you could catch a whiff of his strange odor.

“Why’re you Shinigami here anyway?!

Move it, get out of my way so I can eat!”

As the hulking figure stomped forward, the Eleventh Division members bristled.

Several men rose, scowling, and approached him.

“Hey! What’d you just say?”

“You dare talk like that to the Eleventh? Tired of living?!”

“Stop right there!”

Facing these armed Shinigami, the giant snorted with disdain.

He swung a massive paw, thick with Reiatsu, unleashing a fierce gust of wind.

Those Eleventh Division men had no chance to react—they were sent flying backward, tumbling into the comrades behind them.

Chaos broke out at once.

A few seated officers exchanged glances, then strode over.

Far away, Hirako Shinji perched atop a large tree, quietly observing.

Even from this distance, he could sense the muscular giant’s strong Reiatsu.

It might even be on par with a typical captain’s level.

So there’s such a monster lurking in Rukongai?

Meanwhile, hidden down a narrow side street, Unohana Retsu watched silently, her spiritual pressure completely suppressed.

Once she confirmed the person she was looking for wasn’t here, she relaxed slightly.

Within moments, the giant had knocked down yet more Shinigami—including the Eleventh’s Fourth and Fifth Seats.

He didn’t use any fancy technique, just brute force, and it was enough to leave these daily-trained seated officers utterly helpless.

They stared in despair as their bodies got overpowered with ease.

Kaelith, however, was intrigued.

This wasn’t Zaraki Kenpachi, but the guy could still work as a stand-in.

A direct, no-frills, head-on fighting style—a perfect match for the Eleventh’s rowdy bruisers.

Compared to them, Kaelith himself—who preferred more refined tactics—really didn’t suit the Eleventh at all.

He gave a grin, about to speak, but paused, brow creasing.

The giant, evidently unsatisfied after flattening those officers, lifted one colossal foot to stomp down on an injured man.

Seeing this, many Shinigami cried out, preparing to intervene.

But before that massive foot could descend, the giant’s body suddenly jerked, as though struck by an invisible hammer, and was sent hurtling away.

Boom!

Under their stunned gazes, the giant crashed into a section of wall.

The Shinigami he’d just pummeled scrambled upright at once.

“Forgive us, Kaelith-aniki!”

“We’re ashamed to have let you down!”

Kaelith shook his head.

He was just a model law-abiding Shinigami, not some underworld boss—what was there to be embarrassed about?

Through clouds of dust, the giant slowly emerged again.

Despite that spiritual blast from Kaelith, he showed no sign of serious injury.

Soon, his gaze locked onto Kaelith—the clear culprit.

“Huh… so you’re the strongest one here?”

Kaelith nodded.

“I’m Kaelith, Acting Captain of the Eleventh.”

At that, the giant paused, then gave a wide grin.

“The Eleventh Division, huh? I’ve heard of it. They say if you kill the Eleventh’s captain, you get to be captain yourself. That true?”

“It is,” Kaelith agreed. “But not if you fight the way you just did.”

“What d’you mean by ‘the way I just did’?” The giant frowned.

Kaelith nudged his chin toward the ground. “Using your foot to stomp on a fallen opponent, nearly taking their life—that won’t do.”

Judging by his dead-serious expression, the giant couldn’t help laughing.

“You brat… you’re not some noble, are you? In a battle between warriors, who’s got time for that nonsense?”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Enough talk—can I fight you now?”

Evidently, the big man couldn’t wait any longer. Kaelith inclined his head.

“You can.”

The moment Kaelith finished speaking, the giant slammed a heavy foot into the ground.

The earth burst underfoot like a mortar strike. Using that explosive force, his five- or six-hundred-pound frame propelled itself forward with startling speed!

“Aniki!!”

“Kaelith-aniki!!”

Many Eleventh Division members shouted in alarm.

But in the next second, their shock only deepened.

The giant’s enormous fist froze in midair—stopped by a single finger from Kaelith.

The man’s knuckles, the size of Kaelith’s palm, had been completely neutralized by a single fingertip.

An expression of disbelief spread across the giant’s face.

“You’re straining with raw strength—it’s not gonna help,” Kaelith said with a playful grin.

“Don’t believe me? Use both hands, try bending my finger. You won’t manage.”

“Rubbish!” the giant growled.

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He clutched Kaelith’s finger in one big paw, exerting force to snap it.

But the moment he tried, he realized something was off.

Just as Kaelith had said, he couldn’t budge that lone finger at all.

That scrawny digit might as well have been steel. Harder, in fact.

Desperate, he tried again, but suddenly, a terrifying surge of spiritual pressure blasted from Kaelith’s fingertip.

Despite its small size, it burned like searing iron. The giant yelped, hurriedly letting go and stumbling back a couple of steps.

Now his gaze toward Kaelith had changed completely.

“Damn you, you lousy Shinigami… I’ll tear you apart!”

As he spoke, he reached beneath his ragged clothes.

A few seconds later, he pulled out a sword—about a meter long, an Asauchi, by the look of it.

In his massive grip, though, it looked like a child’s toy.

Even more off-putting were the filthy smears covering the scabbard. Kaelith wrinkled his nose.

Sure, he was desperate for a replacement, but handing his seat over to this guy… something about that didn’t sit right.