Chapter 8: Reflect
"Genius... This is true genius."
The headmaster of Shin'ō Academy gazed at the portrait of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto hanging on the office wall, his eyes welling up with excitement. His already gleaming bald head somehow seemed even shinier under the light.
Not just Masatsuki Aozaki—even Sōjun Kuchiki couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the display.
"If Captain-Commander Yamamoto is watching over us from Hell, then Soul Society will surely prosper for another two thousand years."
Masatsuki, who had been peacefully sipping tea, nearly choked to death. The struggle to suppress his laughter was obvious on his face.
"Uh... Headmaster, Captain-Commander Yamamoto is still alive."
Sōjun Kuchiki hesitantly raised his hand.
"I know, I know. It's not that he's dying... cough cough... I meant to say, Captain-Commander Yamamoto is getting old, isn't he?"
The headmaster cleared his throat and sighed deeply.
"He's spent centuries tirelessly protecting Soul Society. Finally, there's someone who can lighten his burden."
Sōjun Kuchiki was left speechless.