A Round in Muken

During this period, the illusory power within Mashiro Kuna and the others has reached a balance, resulting in a significant increase in their strength.

Hirako consistently avoided daily training.

As a former leader and captain of the Visored, and a veteran in the field, it would be incredibly embarrassing if he couldn't win in training.

I received news today that Misao has come to the World of the Living, so I immediately rushed over to cover his shift.

"Boss Misao, how long will you be staying in the World of the Living this time?"

Hirako, acting like an excellent employee and boss, poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him with both hands.

"Soon, there's not enough time this time."

Misao could certainly see what Hirako was doing all this for, but he simply didn't have the time this time.

"Really... Then next time the boss comes over, could you give me a call?"

As he spoke, Hirako took out his phone from his pocket, wanting to exchange numbers.

Tokoyo Misao looked at the flip phone and realized that he didn't have one.

"I don't actually have a cell phone. If you have time, go find Urahara and ask him to develop a cell phone that can be used in Soul Society."

"This will make it easier for us to contact each other in the future."

"This thing would be considered a high-tech product even in the World of the Living, right? Can Kisuke Urahara handle it?" Shinji Hirako said, pursing his lips.

"Knowledge requires accumulation. How can the short lifespan of a World of the Living being, barely a hundred years, compare to Soul Reaper?"

Tokoyo Misao shook his head, "It's just that the Soul Reaper were trapped in the Soul Society before."

"Kisuke Urahara came to the World of the Living, freed from the constraints of those old guys in Soul Society, and was able to use his talents as he pleased."

"For example, the Gigai we use have already surpassed the World of the Living level of technology."

"Indeed, the Soul Society is too peaceful." Hirako thought about how he had been Soul Reaper for hundreds of years, only to be tricked by Aizen, a junior.

Now they've become homeless dogs, hiding in the World of the Living.

If it weren't for Tokoyo Misao, they wouldn't dare to show their faces so casually.

Of course, Kisuke Urahara's artificial Gigai was quite effective at concealing the truth, but Aizen seemed to be intentionally avoiding the merchant guild.

Hirako and the others' Gigai are all custom-made; for example, the current Hirako is a handsome young man with blond curly hair.

"I'm going back to Soul Society now. I'll come back another time and take care of things between you and Hachigen."

Tokoyo Misao walked towards the second floor, and just as he took a step onto the stairs, he suddenly spoke.

"You've noticed that guy in the building across the street, haven't you?"

Hirako squinted and said, "Hmm, a strange guy. He has the power of Soul Reaper, but he clearly doesn't belong to Soul Society, nor is he one of Aizen's people."

"It's good that you've noticed. If that guy tries to attack the Chamber of Commerce..."

"Don't worry, Boss Misao."

Tokoyo Misao waved and walked to the second floor, opening the Senkaimon back to Soul Society.

A hundred meters across from the Chamber of Commerce, there is a thirty-story office building.

At this moment, in a room on the 28th floor, a man with slicked-back hair was standing by the window, gazing at the Chamber of Commerce.

He didn't use a telescope or any power; he simply looked at the general outline of the Chamber of Commerce.

"Kūgo, it seems the Visoreds have completely become that person's employees."

A quiet-looking man next to him spoke softly.

"Tsukishima, that person isn't necessarily aligned with Soul Society."

The man with the slicked-back hair is named Kūgo Ginjō, and he used to be a substitute Soul Reaper.

Ginjo turned around and said with a smile, "Maybe it can help us in the future."

"That person is too sensitive; he probably discovered us long ago," Tsukishima said softly. Ever since the merchant group appeared, they had bought this place and had been monitoring Tokoyo Misao's movements.

But Tsukishima had a feeling that their existence had already been exposed.

"That's right, but he didn't attack us, so he must have had other intentions, right?"

Ginjo opened the cabinet and took out a reagent. It contained bright red blood, but with a golden hue like stars shimmering within it.

"Is the mother of Sora Inoue, an employee of the Chamber of Commerce, pregnant recently?"

"Ginjo, do you mean to..." Tsukishima stared wide-eyed at the reagent.

This was something they had obtained at a great cost—the blood of the Soul King.

"Ah, let's use it on that child. Whether or not it can establish a connection with the merchant guild, it will increase our companions."

Although Tsukishima looked worried, he still nodded in agreement.

Then he thought of Sora Inoue's family, and a cold look appeared on his face.

"If the child in that womb doesn't have strength, its ultimate fate won't be much better."

"That's right, so we're saving him."

Ginjo responded with a smile, and the two left one after the other, heading to Sora Inoue's house to inject the Soul King's blood into the fetus's body.

Just as the injection was completed, a hoarse roar echoed through the sky.

"Tsukishima."

"Yes."

Tsukishima leaped into the air, capturing the creature that had appeared following the scent, and controlling it to bite Sora Inoue's mother's stomach.

The ethereal creature was utterly powerless to resist. The moment it bit into the belly, it transformed into pure Reishi and was sucked in.

"That doesn't seem enough."

Tsukishima observed the fetus's condition, frowning as she spoke.

"It's okay, there's still time. We'll have another companion later."

Ginjo and his companion left, leaving Sora Inoue's mother in a coma.

Chapter 128 Taking a Trip to the Muken

Tokoyo Misao returned to the Tenth Division Captain's office and opened the door.

She placed the souvenirs she brought from the World of the Living on Tōshirō's desk.

Tōshirō finally stopped spending all his time working.

Before he could feel relieved, he heard the door open.

"Brother Misao, you're back?"

Tōshirō Hitsugaya walked into the room carrying documents in his hands.

His little face was very tense, and he didn't show the slightest bit of happiness when he saw the gift.

Tokoyo Misao's brow twitched, and he asked, "What's wrong? Did you not have a good time with Momo?"

"That guy is so annoying, all he talks about Aizen, there's no way to communicate with him."

Tōshirō slammed the document on the table in frustration.

These days, he followed his elder brother Misao's advice, and from the bottom of his heart, he also wanted to see and chat with Momo Hinamori more often.

But when she actually met him, Momo Hinamori only talked about Aizen.

Aizen changed his glasses, or practiced calligraphy, or led his crew in handling official business, or even what he looked like when he was resting in the backyard.

Momo Hinamori would describe it vividly.

Tōshirō had no intention of listening to any of this.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Tokoyo Misao patted him on the shoulder.

"Your growth has been rapid enough, but Aizen is over a hundred years older than you."

"It's perfectly normal for Momo to be attracted to a mature man."

"I know." Tōshirō sighed.

He understands the gap between himself and Aizen, so he will work even harder to do better.

Tōshirō released his grip and opened the gift box, seeing the pudding cake inside, and was somewhat puzzled:

"This is?"

"One wedding cake for you and one for Rangiku," Tokoyo Misao replied with a smile.

"That unreliable guy got married too."

Tōshirō sighed, took out the cake, and picked up a spoon, ready to scoop it out.

The door opened with a clatter.

"Misa-chan, I've come to visit!" a cheerful voice rang out.

Yachiru Kusajishi waved her little hand in greeting, then immediately spotted the cake on the table. She jumped over and lay down in front of it, mouth agape, drooling.

"Can I eat this?"

As she asked her question, the drool dripping from the corner of her mouth almost soaked the table.

Tōshirō cut the cake in half and pushed one half over, saying, "Eat it."

"Yay, Shiro-chan, you're a really nice person!" Yachiru said, taking a bite of the cake.

Judging by its appearance, it would only take three bites to finish half of it.

Upon seeing this, Tōshirō immediately sensed the danger and didn't bother to slowly scoop it out with a spoon.

He simply reached out and grabbed the cake, stuffing it into his mouth.

Tokoyo Misao took a tissue from the side, walked over and handed one to Tōshirō, then went over to wipe Yachiru's mouth.

"Misa-chan, Captain Unohana has been looking for you." Yachiru said with a smile.

"Not Kenpachi Zaraki?" Tokoyo Misao somewhat surprised.

I originally thought that Yachiru came here because he wanted to eat snacks and also wanted me to fight Kenpachi Zaraki, but I got the news that Unohana was looking for me.

Yachiru extended her finger and rested it on her chin:

"When I went to ask the old man for some snacks the other day, they seemed to be doing some kind of tea ceremony."

"Captain Unohana and the old man said they want to go to Muken with you."

I left after that.

Tokoyo Misao reached out and ruffled Yachiru's hair.

In the last battle between Muken and Unohana, both sides were quite serious, but neither fought with their full strength.

Moreover, fighting Unohana is much more interesting than fighting a pure powerhouse like Kenpachi Zaraki.

"Okay, I got it. You can go back to playing now."

"By the way, Misa-chan, go play with Ken-chan next time too!"

Yes, it will.

Tokoyo Misao had intended to wait for Rangiku to return, but even as the sun set, he still couldn't see her.

Observing Ichigo Kurosaki's pregnancy in the World of the Living gave him a new idea.

So he left the Tenth Division and headed towards the Fourth Division.

He had just stepped through the gate when he saw Unohana standing in the front yard with her hands folded in front of her, looking like she had been waiting for a long time.

"Captain Unohana, I heard from Yachiru that you want to play a game with me in the Muken Realm?"

Unohana responded with a smile:

"The battle with Captain Tokoyo last time is not over."

"For the past few days, I've been tossing and turning, unable to sleep well at all."

"If possible, Captain Tokoyo and I would like to fight one more time."