Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 217

Chapter 217

Yamamoto placed both hands on his staff, expression grim.

“So, let me summarize what I’ve heard:

“You wandered off to Hueco Mundo, picked up several Hollows as your subordinates…”

“Yup!” Kaelith nodded vigorously.

“Including one who’s a humanoid Vasto Lorde—a rather beautiful one.”

“Exactly!” Kaelith confirmed.

“That Vasto Lorde’s followers were captured by Baraggan’s forces. To help her rescue them, you took a bunch of Hollows and attacked Las Noches.”

“Exactly!”

“On your way out, you ran into Senzo Tsunayashiro and had a skirmish.”

“That’s correct!”

“In the end, you briefly ‘borrowed’ a Bankai from your Zanpakutō, beat Senzo, and got away unscathed.”

“You said it, brother—couldn’t be more right!”

Kaelith nodded, eyes wide with earnest innocence.

“Utter foolishness!!”

Yamamoto roared, his Reiatsu unleashing a shockwave across the valley.

But Kaelith moved even faster.

The second Yamamoto opened his mouth, Kaelith shot a hand up, plugging his ear with fingers reinforced by spiritual pressure.

Even though he took the brunt of Yamamoto’s bellow head-on, it didn’t harm him much.

A vein popped on Yamamoto’s forehead.

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This blasted disciple!

Seeing the old man’s dark expression, Kaelith flashed a cheeky grin.

“Surprised, Teacher? I’ve learned to predict your moves!”

Yamamoto fell silent for a moment.

Then, without warning, he raised his staff and swung it hard into Kaelith.

Boom!

A deafening impact echoed through the mountains, and Kaelith went flying.

Yamamoto snorted, watching Kaelith vanish into the distance.

You think you can “predict my moves,” child? Come back in two thousand more years.

Yet he didn’t bother giving chase; he stood there, waiting.

His so-called “wretched disciple” might be reckless, but he wasn’t stupid enough to flee with Yamamoto in a rage—because next time, the punishment wouldn’t just be a beating.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Kaelith trudged back, rubbing his head.

Yamamoto lifted an eyebrow, planning to continue where they’d left off.

Honestly, Hueco Mundo no longer worried him as much.

What he really wanted to know was Kaelith’s “Bankai” abilities.

Even if it was a temporary borrowing, the Zanpakutō wouldn’t lend such power without genuine acknowledgment. Learning these abilities ahead of time would help him tailor Kaelith’s training.

But when Yamamoto looked closely, he was taken aback. Kaelith was lugging a dog—no, a giant dog.

A nearly three-meter-tall figure with a canine head and a vaguely humanoid body, wrapped in tattered cloth that seemed meant to hide its features.

Yamamoto frowned.

What had this blasted disciple dragged back this time?

“Teacher! Teacher! Look!” Kaelith strode forward, beaming, the giant dog draped over one shoulder.

“I brought you dinner!”

Kaelith, at roughly college age, stood only around 175 cm. Carrying a three-meter-tall dog-man looked downright bizarre.

He clomped up to Yamamoto and dropped the dog with a thud.

At its chest was a dent roughly the size of Kaelith’s fist. Judging by the relative proportions… well, that explained how the creature ended up unconscious.

Stroking his beard, Yamamoto studied the dog-man.

“It looks like it could be one of the Mountain Wolf Clans, but not exactly.

I met their leader once: a near-complete beast form, all fours for limbs, real claws. They don’t stand upright like this.

Besides, they never leave the deep mountains, let alone mimic human behavior.”

He paused and glanced at Kaelith.

“But if this is a wolf-man…”

Before he could finish, Kaelith had already yanked off the cloth strips around the dog’s head and was gleefully ruffling the fur.

“Teacher, the texture feels amazing. Real dog quality here. Come try!”

Yamamoto felt his blood pressure climb once again.

He was about to act, but then the Wolf-man stirred, slowly opening its eyes.

Moments earlier, that Wolf-man—Komamura Sajin—had been wandering the mountains. He’d sensed strong spiritual pressures here and wanted to investigate.

He had barely approached when something like a cannonball—Kaelith—slammed straight into his chest. Without time to dodge, he was knocked out cold.

Recalling that impact, Komamura grimaced, massaging his chest.

Then a voice overhead said casually:

“Don’t worry. My adopted son, Seinosuke, is good at surgery. He’ll fix your chest so it looks just like new…”

“!!”

Alarmed, Komamura jerked upright and scanned his surroundings.

He raised a hand to feel for the cloth that concealed his face—but it was gone.

He froze.

He looked to the only other person present—a tall, bearded old man.

…Incredibly strong.

He had no chance if it came to combat. Was this man summoned by some villagers to drive him away?

Before Komamura could think further, that voice spoke again:

“Easy now, no need to be scared. That’s my teacher—he’s a good man.

Sure, he always looks grumpy, but deep down he’s got a heart of… well, an axe, I guess. But he’s kind at heart.”

Komamura: “…?”

An axe for a heart? That’s even scarier than a knife…

Wait—where was this voice coming from?

He whipped his head around and realized, to his shock, that there was a teenage boy perched on his back, cheerfully stroking his fur.

The boy was so close that if he wanted, he could stab Komamura in the neck at any moment.

It rattled Komamura’s instincts as a beast.

“Get off me!!” Komamura snarled.

His lips curled, revealing fangs. He flung out massive hands, easily capable of crushing a person.

Yamamoto stayed put, watching impassively.

Meanwhile, Kaelith just chuckled.

BOOM!!

A colossal burst of Reiatsu hammered down like a falling mountain.

In the distorted air, Komamura’s eyes went wide—and with a dull thump, both knees hit the ground!