Bleach : Begins with a Contract with the Departed Souls of the Uchiha Chapter 82: Heavenly Pact Tyrant, Get!

"Any last words?"

The sun was setting in the west. The white-haired boy had a bloody stain on his forehead, and the blood had dyed the hair on one side of his head.

He slowly descended from the sky, landing in the middle of the devastated field, and looked ahead.

The figure of a man ca into view of his brilliant blue eyes. Half of the man's body was now gone.

Along with him, the walls behind the man had a perfectly circular hole in them.

Blood trickled from the corner of the well-built man's mouth. The chain in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

His remaining right hand reached for the empty space where half his body had been, only to find his palm filled with dripping blood.

Hearing the words of the boy who stood at the pinnacle of the Jujutsu world, a slight sneer seed to hang on the man's lips.

He was trash, and his entire life had been a repetition of a trash-like existence.

He had no lingering attachnt to his own life or the world he was in.

"None…"

An image of his late wife holding their child flashed through his mind. Her request from that ti was still fresh in his ears.

His child's innocent face flashed before his eyes, causing the man's eyes to widen slightly.

"In another two or three years, my child will be sold to the Zen'in family…"

"Do as you please."

Entrusting his child to the boy who had killed him, the man, already missing half his body, could no longer resist the arrival of death.

His head drooped, and he completely lost all signs of life.

It was unknown how much ti had passed, perhaps an instant, but it felt like an eternity. When the man woke up again, the entire land was dyed blood-red by the setting sun.

The man slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his still-incomplete body, a look of confusion on his face.

"I'm…"

"You are already dead."

A deep voice sounded from in front of him. The man's pupils shrank slightly, and his face showed surprise.

He looked up and saw a tall man standing before him, dressed in black, with a proper and imposing appearance. What left the most striking impression were the man's thick, coarse eyebrows, which flared upwards like burning flas.

He had no idea when this person had appeared next to him, or even gotten so close.

If the other person hadn't spoken, he probably wouldn't have noticed him at all.

"I'm dead?"

Recalling his previous experience and looking at his incomplete body, the man nodded gravely.

"Mm, I am indeed dead."

"Killed by that Six Eyes kid from the Gojo family."

If an ordinary person learned of their own death, they would surely panic or even break down in tears, but none of this could be seen on the man's face.

The man's face was very calm, showing little emotion.

It was as if his own death was a trivial matter, not worth lanting at all.

Kenma nodded to himself, a look of admiration in his eyes, feeling very satisfied.

'As expected of the man I had my eye on. He is truly outstanding.'

'Just the calm state of mind this man is showing right now makes it worth the trip.'

'The na 'Heavenly Pact Tyrant' is well-deserved.'

'As expected of the Sorcerer Killer who almost solo-killed Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji.'

Fushiguro Toji looked at the man who had suddenly appeared before him, his eyes flashing, as if he had realized sothing.

"Since I'm already dead, and you've appeared before , a dead person, at this ti, you must be the legendary soul reaper, here to take to hell, right?"

"Yes and no."

"?"

Fushiguro Toji tilted his head, not quite understanding what kind of answer that was.

Kenma glanced at the crimson afterglow in the sky, then turned to Fushiguro Toji. Seeing his bewildered expression, he didn't keep him in suspense.

"Seeing you like this, it's probably best if I introduce myself."

"My na is Shihoin Kenma. I am a Shinigami."

"I've co to the world of the living this ti to take you to the world after death. But the destination is not the hell you speak of, but another world after death, called the Soul Society. It is the world where normal souls are supposed to go after death."

Fushiguro Toji raised an eyebrow.

"Shinigami… Enma?"

"Heh, I never thought that trash like would actually alarm a big shot like you to co in person. It seems my soul still has so weight."

But what surprised him even more was that trash like him wouldn't be going to hell to be punished after death, but would go to a relatively normal afterlife world like those ordinary souls?

Hearing Fushiguro Toji say this, Kenma knew that he, like the others, had definitely misunderstood.

"Not Great King Enma. My na is just Kenma. The pronunciations are similar, but the kanji are completely different."

"However, in the world after death, the power I wield is not much different from that of Great King Enma."

Fushiguro Toji had no idea what the world after death was like.

In fact, apart from those mikos who could channel the underworld, no one knew much about the afterlife.

After hearing Kenma's explanation, Fushiguro Toji pondered for a mont, a look of doubt on his face.

The na didn't matter. Since this person's power in the afterlife was similar to Great King Enma's, then he was also a high-and-mighty big shot.

"A big shot like you, why would you be free enough to co and find a soul like ? There must be a reason, right?"

"Smart."

Kenma praised him, his appreciation for him growing.

"I see you're quite skilled. Want to be my subordinate?"

"Sure."

To Kenma's surprise, just as his voice fell, Fushiguro Toji's voice imdiately followed.

With almost no thought, and no extra hesitation, Fushiguro Toji agreed directly.

He spoke, "Of course, I won't be working for you for free. As long as there's generous compensation, I'll be in your employ and beco your subordinate."

Kenma asked, "What do you want?"

Toji didn't answer imdiately, but instead asked an unrelated question.

"What is life like in the world after death?"

"It's basically no different from the living," Kenma said. "Although most souls can get by just by drinking water, there are so who can live just as they did when they were alive, eating, drinking, and even having children."

"Eh, dead people can have children?" Fushiguro Toji was stunned.

"Naturally."

Kenma looked at Toji and nodded affirmatively, "Especially a man like you. When you go to the Soul Society, you'll be basically no different from a normal living person. Eating, drinking, all of it is possible."

"In that case, my required compensation is very clear."

Fushiguro Toji looked at the black-clothed Shinigami before him and said, "Just give fine wine, good food, riches, and glory, and I'll work for you. How about it?"

"Is that all?"

Kenma's brow furrowed.

Fushiguro Toji's request was so low that it was almost unbelievable.

"That's all."

Toji heard the doubt in Kenma's voice and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I'm not one of those saints with noble ideals. I know my own nature. I'm just a hopelessly vulgar, rotten man, so it's only natural to pursue so vulgar things, isn't it?"

"I understand." Kenma nodded, accepting Fushiguro Toji's terms. "In that case, the contract is established."

He then looked at Fushiguro Toji's missing half and said, "When we get back to the Soul Society, I'll have soone restore your body so you can return to normal imdiately."

"Well, thank you very much for that, my future BOSS."

Fushiguro Toji bent down to pick up the chain and tools at his feet and walked towards the Shinigami.

But seeing that Kenma was still standing in the sa place, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "What, you're not taking to that... Soul Society, or whatever it's called?"

"Wait a little longer."

Kenma waved his hand, signaling him to be patient.

"I have a companion who is still handling so matters. We'll leave when he gets here."

Before Fushiguro Toji could ask, a figure suddenly flashed between the two of them and knelt on one knee before Kenma.

"My lord, it is done."

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