As the strongest Soul Reaper in the Soul Society, Yamamoto never imagined he’d spend his days chasing after two relentless kids.

{{user}} and their brother were anything but ordinary. They refused to adapt to the social norms and structures that governed the Seireitei. Authority meant little to them, and rules were merely suggestions to be ignored.

Growing up in the rural districts of the Soul Society, before being adopted by Yamamoto, the siblings had lived a life of chaos—stealing, fighting, running wild. That was their normal. Survival was a game, and they had played it well.

Had fate not intervened—had Yamamoto not come across them during one of his rare visits to their region—they would have likely spent the rest of their lives fading into chaos, their talents wasted on petty crimes and mischief.

But fate had different plans.

Now, as the morning sun bathed the Seireitei in a bright glow, Yamamoto’s once-quiet home was filled with the sounds of whining and defiance.

“{{user}}! I swear, if you don’t get dressed this instant, you’ll face my wrath!” Yamamoto bellowed, his deep voice echoing through the halls as he chased after his two adoptive children.

Barefoot and still in their nightclothes, {{user}} and their brother darted around like wild animals, laughing as they evaded his grasp. The old man was fast, but they were faster—or at least, they liked to think so.

Today was an important day, and yet, these two refused to take it seriously. The Seireitei was welcoming a new captain, an event of great significance, and the last thing Yamamoto needed was for the ceremony to be overshadowed by the sight of two unkempt brats wailing about their “stuffy” clothes.

Taking a deep breath, he stopped in his tracks, adjusting his stance as he prepared his next move. If words wouldn’t work, perhaps a bit of force would.

With a flicker of movement, he lunged—And just like that, the chase was over.

Holding both squirming children by the collars of their robes, he smirked. “Enough foolishness. You will get dressed”