Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

Senior, gentle, humble, vice-captain, handsome, youthful...

Labels like these adhered to Makoto like post-it notes, leaving no room for resistance among the freshly graduated junior students.

Instinctively, the young graduates began comparing their peers to Makoto.

Undeniably, most Shinigami were inherently combative by nature.

Moreover, graduates of the Shin'o Academy, who had mastered immense power in such a short period, often developed an air of arrogance and superiority.

And then there was Senju Makoto, whose appearance and aura were unparalleled not only among this year's graduates but across all of Seireitei.

One comparison after another revealed a stark contrast, and in the eyes of the junior students, the difference was akin to a dimensional chasm.

"Senju-sama~~~"

"Senju-senpai!"

"Makoto-senpai, I want to join the Fourth Division. Could you guide me, please…?"

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap...

The moment Makoto finished his speech, the graduating students below erupted in unprecedented applause, mingled with enthusiastic cheers.

As Makoto returned to his seat, Aizen also lightly clapped for him.

"That was quite the speech, Makoto-kun. As gentle and humble as ever, and filled with genuine care for your juniors."

"You're too kind, Vice-Captain Aizen," Makoto replied modestly. "I simply hoped to encourage the juniors and, if possible, increase the number of the Fourth Division applicants. After all, we're critically short-staffed."

Makoto's response was humble and sincere.

Just then, he felt a slight tug at the hem of his Shihakushō. Turning to look behind him, he saw Kotetsu Isane's small fingers nervously gripping his uniform.

Noticing Makoto's slightly puzzled gaze, Isane summoned her courage, her face tinged with a blush, and said, "Vice-Captain Senju, that speech… it was truly amazing. Absolutely incredible."

It was undeniable—faced with Isane's gaze brimming with admiration and reverence, Makoto felt a trace of unintentional joy.

He smiled gently.

Despite being of similar height and age to Isane, Makoto exuded the air of a senior as he lightly patted her unique, silver-gray hair and said softly, "You're remarkable too, Isane. In my eyes, you're the true rising star. Perhaps even the position of vice-captain won't be your limit."

Hearing such words, free of falsehoods or condescension, and sensing his genuine confidence in her, Isane felt her eyes sting with unshed tears.

Never before had she felt so valued, so acknowledged, or so anticipated…

"I… I'd be satisfied just becoming the third seat under Vice-Captain Senju!"

Isane's voice was almost inaudible, as if she were speaking more to herself than to him.

Makoto's smile deepened at this.

Among the Fourth Division, Unohana's influence was indisputably entrenched. However, Makoto understood that, after being covertly undermined by her, he needed to discreetly lay his own foundation.

At the very least, the next time Unohana sought to sabotage him, Makoto could count on Isane to stand firmly by his side.

The current shortage of personnel in the Fourth Division provided an excellent opportunity for Makoto to solidify his standing within the squad.

Meanwhile, sitting beside Makoto, Aizen's gaze flickered with intrigue as he observed the gentle and pleased expression on Makoto's face.

So, he's grooming an admirer and subordinate for himself. Makoto-kun seems to be enjoying this process quite a bit...

Interesting. Perhaps I should try finding a suitable candidate to experience this myself and see what Makoto-kun finds so delightful.

Elsewhere, Captain Kyoraku Shunsui, who had attended the graduation ceremony, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched the female graduates cheer for Makoto.

Although Kyoraku had already decided on his next vice-captain, today was a rare opportunity to relax without the oversight of a subordinate.

He had expected his presence—combined with his rugged charm and weathered charisma—to attract attention during the ceremony.

But alas…

Clicking his tongue, Kyoraku rubbed the stubble on his chin and looked at Makoto's stunning appearance and demeanor. A hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

Vice-Captain Senju, your rising star threatens to overshadow us old-timers.

After Makoto's speech, the other speeches seemed dull and uninspiring to the graduates.

Soon, the tedious graduation ceremony concluded, and the real highlight began: the graduates' division selection.

Representatives from each division took turns presenting the merits of their squads and their expectations for new recruits.

When the time for selections began, nearly all eyes focused on this year's brightest star: Ichimaru Gin.

Or more precisely, the prodigy who had graduated in just one year—Ichimaru Gin.

Everyone was curious to see which division the once-in-centuries genius would choose.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Gin maintained his usual unsettling smile, his narrow eyes betraying no emotion as he exuded an air of cold detachment.

Slowly, Gin began walking forward—towards Senju Makoto.

The sight stunned the crowd.

Was this prodigy planning to join the Fourth Division, the healing division?

Surely not…

The thought surfaced in everyone's mind almost simultaneously.

Gin stopped in front of Makoto.

Even Isane, seated beside Makoto and ready to assist with division applications, couldn't hide her hopefulness.

Though the Fourth Division was primarily a healing squad, recruiting such a prodigy would undoubtedly bolster its strength.

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