Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 195

Chapter 195

“Need my help?”

Kaelith turned his head, puzzled, to look at Soifon.

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After assigning her to handle the interrogation, he had started repairing the laboratory. Ryūjin Jakka had burned most of the equipment and materials in the room. For anyone else, it would be nearly impossible to salvage anything from the charred mess. But Kaelith was different.

Using his Inner Soul Power and his unique reishi infiltration ability, he could merge his reiatsu into objects. Once fused, these objects could perform simple separation and extraction tasks. Thanks to this, he could still recover some materials not completely destroyed.

As for Yoruichi, she had returned to the Shihōin Clan estate to look up any records about Quincy.

When he heard Soifon knock, Kaelith immediately stopped what he was doing. This ability must remain secret. If Aizen found out, he would surely exploit him ruthlessly, turning Kaelith into a mere tool for endless labor. Not just Aizen—Urahara and Mayuri were no saints either. Good people were far too scarce around him.

Kaelith sighed inwardly.

“Soifon, what’s wrong?”

“Kaelith-sama, the interrogation requires your assistance,” Soifon said seriously. “This Quincy, Bambietta, is arrogant and resilient. Inflicting pain works, but a single day may not be enough to extract all the details.”

Kaelith tilted his head. “What does that have to do with me?”

Soifon’s tone remained calm. “For a proud woman who thinks herself superior, the simplest way to break her is to have the very sort of man she looks down on sully her.”

“?”

Kaelith couldn’t help but snort. “Young lady, are you trying to lure me into committing a crime so that Yoruichi will hate me and stay away forever? I can almost hear your scheme rattling through your Bee brain right here.”

Soifon paused, her brows furrowing thoughtfully. “Yoruichi-sama cares about things like that? Huh, that’s a new angle… Maybe next time we catch rebel remnants, if any look good enough, I can use them to tempt you…”

“Hey, I can hear you,” Kaelith said, exasperated.

Soifon shrugged. “Not forcing you. But if you won’t help, I’ll go with harsher methods that would waste time. My way will be quicker and cleaner. You won’t have to do anything… questionable. Just back me up. It’s about creating an atmosphere she can’t handle. She is quite....sensitive”

Kaelith eyed her warily. This sounded strange, but Soifon wasn’t reckless. If she said it would be cleaner and more effective, then maybe it was worth a try. “Fine. But if this gets weird, I’m done.”

…

Following Soifon, Kaelith entered the makeshift interrogation room. Bambietta was suspended in midair by several Bakudō restraints, eyes glazed over. Her white cap had long since fallen to the floor. Her silky black hair hung messily over her face and shoulders. Tear tracks streaked her cheeks, and a few strands of hair stuck to her mouth, giving her a ruined, disheveled look.

Kaelith paused in surprise. The interrogation had lasted less than an hour, yet she was already reduced to this state. As expected of a Stealth Corps veteran—Soifon was a true professional.

But a closer look made him frown. “Soifon, why are there no wounds on her body? How did you interrogate her?”

Soifon shook her head. “Unless necessary, we don’t need real wounds for interrogation. Using Kidō, I can directly stimulate the body’s senses, causing dozens of times more pain than an external injury.”

Kaelith nodded in admiration.

As they spoke, Bambietta seemed to regain a little energy. She raised her head slightly, looking at them before giving a twisted smile.

“Shinigami… you’d best kill me now,” she spat. “Otherwise, when His Majesty reclaims the Soul Society, I’ll return your torments a thousandfold!”

She glared at Soifon. “You’re fond of that dark-skinned mistress of yours, aren’t you? I’ll hack her to pieces, slice her apart!”

Soifon narrowed her eyes.

Bambietta then turned her gaze to Kaelith. “And you! Your teacher, your brothers-in-arms, everyone by your side—I’ll kill them all!”

Kaelith’s face darkened. He and Soifon exchanged a glance.

“Soifon,” he said, “show me just how sensitive she is.”

“Understood, Kaelith-sama.”

Soifon moved closer, producing a small talisman inscribed with delicate Kidō patterns. Its faint glow cast flickering shadows on the walls. Before Bambietta could hurl another insult, Soifon pressed a finger to the talisman, having Kaelith channel his reiatsu through it.

A tense hush fell over the room. The air felt heavier, as though it might buckle under the weight of unseen forces. Bambietta’s confident glare wavered—no one had touched her, yet it seemed like something was pressing down on her spirit, smothering her resolve.

Kaelith sensed it too—an invisible field of pressure, neither brutal nor gentle. It was subtle and precise, tugging at Bambietta’s composure without leaving any visible mark. He watched Soifon’s technique unfold, impressed by how easily the Quincy’s arrogance began to crumble under the illusion.

"Please NO...don't...don't stop!"

Kaelith: ..??

…

As the sun dipped low, Kaelith stepped out, feeling oddly invigorated. The subtle interplay of illusion, Kidō, and reiatsu had been so much more satisfying than brute force. In a way, it reminded him of Aizen’s fondness for illusions—how a carefully crafted facade could achieve what raw power often couldn’t. Breaking through pride and defenses without a single blow had a certain elegance to it.

He’d just witnessed proof that sometimes, finesse and a bit of clever trickery could be far more potent than sheer strength.

But in the end, that way wasn't for him. He still preferred to solve problems with his fists.

As Soifon predicted, once they worked together, Bambietta broke in under four hours. Most of the information was grim news, but knowing one’s enemy was better than facing them blind.

Armed with the gathered intelligence, Kaelith headed to report to Yamamoto. But as soon as he reached the Technical Bureau’s entrance, he saw a figure waiting.

Aizen leaned against the door, arms folded across his chest, calmly standing there. In the glow of the setting sun, half of his face lay in shadow, the contrast between light and dark patterns shifting across his Shihakushō.

Seeing Kaelith pause, Aizen’s gaze remained steady, as if this was nothing more than a casual meeting.

“An emergency within the Technical Bureau,” Aizen said.

“Such a major incident in your own territory, yet I received no advance warning. Kaelith, you’ve grown quite independent.”