Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

"Quickly, quickly..."

Under the direction of Aoki Risa, the members of the rescue unit busily tended to the myriad injuries of the Sixth Division Shinigami.

Among them, Kuchiki Sōjun's condition was particularly dire. Even with Risa and three other elite medics working together, they could only temporarily stabilize his critical state.

Standing nearby, Kyōraku watched anxiously. His gaze lingered on Sōjun, who was entirely engulfed in the glow of Kaido. With a guilty and regretful tone, he asked, "How is he?"

If anything were to happen to Sōjun, the delay in Kyōraku's support would be hard to excuse.

"It's not looking good," Risa replied gravely while focusing on Sōjun's treatment. "Vice-Captain Kuchiki has lost over fifty percent of his blood. He has severe injuries to his kidneys and liver, and his right arm has been severed at the root and consumed by an Adjuchas."

Her voice grew heavier as she continued. "If not for Vice-Captain Senju preemptively stemming the bleeding, Vice-Captain Kuchiki would likely not have survived this long. But even so, he must undergo immediate spiritual body reconstruction to stand a chance."

Kyōraku instinctively urged, "Then start the reconstruction at once."

"We can't," Risa said with frustration. "Reconstructing a captain-level spiritual body is incredibly difficult. Few in the Fourth Division possess the capability, and among us here, only Vice-Captain Senju has the skill. But even he is in poor condition right now..."

Her words carried a weight of helplessness. "Our only option is to stabilize Vice-Captain Kuchiki's injuries and transport him to the Seireitei as quickly as possible. Captain Unohana might still be able to save him—if we make it in time."

Kyōraku furrowed his brow, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on him. Though he had some knowledge of healing techniques, he was far from capable of assisting in such a critical situation.

Moreover, traveling through the Dangai presented its own risks. Time flowed two thousand times faster inside, and any mishap—such as encountering a Kōtotsu—could spell disaster for Kuchiki Sōjun. In the current fragile state of the Gotei 13, the death of the Sixth Division Vice-Captain would only deepen their struggles.

While Kyōraku hesitated, burdened by the gravity of the situation, a determined voice broke through. Despite his youthful appearance, Byakuya spoke with a newfound maturity.

"Send him to the Seireitei!"

Turning to the medics, he commanded, "Members of the Fourth Division, please escort my father to the Seireitei immediately. Any risks involved will be borne by me, Kuchiki Byakuya."

Byakuya's resolute words dispelled any lingering hesitation. The medics quickly prepared a stretcher, securing Sōjun with Kidō. Two Eighth Division officers skilled in Shunpo carried the stretcher, accompanied by two medics to stabilize his injuries.

To prevent any unforeseen incidents, Kyōraku decided to personally escort Sōjun through the Dangai. Meanwhile, Byakuya stayed behind in the Human World, his gaze following the departing Senkaimon.

As the Kuchiki heir, Byakuya knew it was his responsibility to lead the remaining Sixth Division members back to the Seireitei.

Lying on his own stretcher, Makoto watched Byakuya's actions, noting the young man's remarkable growth in this moment of crisis.

Although Sōjun's injuries were severe, Makoto had preemptively stabilized his condition, reducing the likelihood of further deterioration. Feigning exhaustion, Makoto allowed the medics to handle the situation and escort Sōjun back to the Seireitei.

However, the loss of Sōjun's right arm—consumed and digested by Sparx—was irreversible through conventional healing or Kidō, even for Captain Unohana. This meant Sōjun might no longer be suited to serve as Vice-Captain of the Sixth Division.

Despite his apparent "weakness," Makoto stood and surveyed the medics tending to the injured. He couldn't help but appreciate their skills, even amidst the understaffing of the Fourth Division. His own dedication, despite his condition, inspired admiration among the gathered Shinigami.

"Vice-Captain Senju, please rest. We can handle this," one medic urged.

"That's right, Vice-Captain. We've got—ah, that hurts!" another chimed in, wincing from their own injuries.

"Makoto," Risa interjected firmly, her tone brooking no argument. She pushed him back onto a stretcher and gently rested his head on her lap.

"You are a patient too," she said with concern. "You can't carry the weight of the entire Fourth Division on your shoulders. Leave the rest to us."

Makoto felt the soft cushion beneath his head and a wave of comfort washed over him.

'A lap pillow... this is amazing!' he thought, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. Before long, he drifted into a deep sleep.

When Makoto awoke the next day, the Human World was bathed in late-morning light. Risa sat nearby, acting as though the events of the previous night had never occurred.

Her composed demeanor made Makoto's gaze linger on her legs for a brief moment, causing Risa to feel an inexplicable weakness in her knees.

Pushing his glasses up, Makoto broke the silence. "Report the situation."

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