What Kind of Lewd World Is This?

"That's just the first step." Sōsuke Aizen shook his head slightly. "The so-called Prime Minister is nothing but a piece of withered wood."

"What?" Misao's eyes widened, and he shoveled down two more mouthfuls of rice. "What do you want to do?"

His blood sugar spiked after eating, and he was still a little dazed.

Sōsuke Aizen raised his head and opened his arms. "Of course, I want to stand above the heavens."

Misao remained silent.

No, buddy, if you were still that genius from Soul Society, possessing absolute power to disregard everything and set your own rules, then you could indeed go to the heavens.

But the world shouldn't have such terrifying individual power.

Thinking about those things in the sky, they'd be vulnerable to missiles.

Misao didn't say these words aloud, but his expression and confusion conveyed them all.

Sōsuke Aizen's eyes narrowed slightly. "What, Tokoyo- kun, are you still trying to hide it?"

"Hide what? Hide what?" Misao chuckled, but muttered to himself.

Could it be that this world is not as simple as it seems, but also a world with extraordinary powers?

Sōsuke Aizen smiled slightly, shook his head gently, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away slowly.

Misao watched his retreating figure and pressed on, "I haven't hidden anything, so what do you think I'm hiding?"

Sōsuke Aizen and waved goodbye lightly. "Tokoyo- kun, since you want to observe, then just watch for now."

With that, he opened the door and left.

For some reason, Misao always felt that Aizen a bit strange.

He had finished eating, and afternoon classes would start soon, so he went down from the rooftop back to his classroom.

The afternoon classes were rather boring. After all, with the cheat code, how could anyone possibly follow the teacher's pace to learn? That would be too tedious.

Soon it was time to get out of school.

"Boss!" Renji Abarai stepped forward. "I understand that as your subordinate, I should follow you and escort you home."

But Ikkaku and Yumichika wanted to go find the thugs who beat Shūhei, so I wanted to go with them too.

"Go ahead, go ahead, didn't I say I was going to the library?"

"Yes, boss!"

Renji Abarai, Yumichika, and Ikkaku Madarame walked out of the classroom one after the other, each exuding a murderous aura.

Misao was heading towards the library, and as he walked along the path, he could feel the gazes of his classmates from time to time.

Having experienced the chaos in the cafeteria, he can now ignore those stares.

As I was passing by the sports field, I suddenly heard a loud bang.

Misao turned his head with some curiosity. What kind of sport could produce a sound like a pistol?

On the tennis court, Retsu Unohana was playing against a girl with orange hair.

She swung her tennis racket, smashing it onto the ball with a sound like a gunshot.

The ball was incredibly fast, even creating a sonic boom as it broke through the air, sweeping across the net as if it were about to kill its opponent.

The orange-haired girl showed no fear, gripping her tennis racket with both hands and fiercely counterattacking. As she leaped into the air, her dynamic figure and massive curves were captivating.

Bang! The girl also made a loud noise when she hit the ball.

The tennis ball bounced back at a speed that broke the sound barrier twice.

Misao's mouth gaped open. "Seriously? Is this some kind of murder tennis game?"

If this ball hit an ordinary person, they would surely die.

He swallowed hard, unable to suppress his saliva.

When a peculiar hairpin came into view, he recognized the girl who was fighting Mayuri Kurotsuchi as Mayuri Kurotsuchi Orihime Inoue.

Misao truly hadn't expected Orihime Inoue to possess such formidable physical strength; even Ichigo Kurosaki might not be a match for her.

No, something's really wrong with this world. Considering the nonsensical things Aizen said on the rooftop, could it be that there really is an individual with the power to ignore nuclear bombs?

Watching the two players frantically hitting the ball back and forth, the entire training field resounded with sounds like machine gun fire.

But even so, the students practicing table tennis and basketball nearby seemed to take it all for granted and didn't care at all.

Only a few spectators raised their hands and cheered for the two.

As Misao watched in surprise, Retsu Unohana, standing on the opposite side of the field, also saw him through the fence.

So this time, she gripped the tennis racket tightly with both hands and hit the ball with tremendous force.

The tennis ball, now flattened like a large-caliber bullet, hurtled fiercely towards Tokoyo Misao.

Orihime Inoue gave chase with all her might, but she could not catch up.

Those eyes could only watch helplessly as the ball shot and hit the iron bars. Following the trajectory of the ball, their eyes widened in surprise, and they cried out, "Brother Misao!"

With a loud bang, the bullet tennis ball instantly broke through the fence.

As the tennis ball hurtled towards him, Misao's mind went blank, and his right hand instinctively reached up to block it in front of his nose.

Snap! A force pushed against his palm, and he instinctively clenched his fingers, managing to hold the tennis ball in his hand.

With a soft "poof," he turned his hand over and opened it; the ball had already shattered into pieces.

Orihime quickly ran to the fence and said with a hint of reproach, "Brother Misao, how could you break the ball? What are we going to do?"

"Huh? Haha, just a subconscious reaction. You continue playing ball with Sister Retsu, I'm going to the library to read." Misao chuckled and immediately turned to leave.

At that moment, he felt a piercing gaze, and through the corner of his eye, he saw that the person looking at him was Retsu Unohana.

He quickened his pace and left the training field as fast as he could.

After arriving at the library, I went to the teaching area, picked up a few books, and sat down.

He didn't turn it over, but looked at his palm.

That tennis ball, which was as big as a small-caliber cannonball, was crushed so easily.

It seems my body might have some kind of cheat code. No wonder Renji Abarai recognized me as his boss, Ikkaku Madarame was also shouting for me to patrol the streets and beat up thugs.

With that kind of physical ability, if he threw a punch at full power, he might even create a sonic boom, right?

Wait a minute, Misao frowned slightly.

In other words, Retsu Unohana knew she was capable of blocking the ball, which is why she launched the attack.

Oh no, we've given ourselves away! What should we do?

Misao's right hand unconsciously tapped lightly on the table as he pondered how to respond if he were to be tested by Retsu Unohana when he got home.

Tap, tap.

"Hey, this is a library. Why are you banging on the table? You're disturbing other people."

Misao immediately stopped typing, looked up apologetically, and said, "Sorry, I was thinking about something just now."

After carefully recognizing the girl standing next to him—wearing glasses, with her hair in a braid, and dressed in a black sailor uniform—and matching her name to hers, he whispered:

"Lisa, I didn't mean to."

Lisa, or Lisa Yadōmaru, blushed slightly, her lips moving rapidly:

"When did our relationship get so close that you can call me by my name? No, does that mean you've already considered me your girlfriend? Are you planning to invite me on a date after school, first for milk tea, then karaoke, and finally grope me in the private room, before taking me to a hotel for some fun? You're really... so lewd. Although you're handsome and my type, this is progressing a bit too fast. How about we start with a kiss?"

As Lisa spoke, she lowered her head and leaned closer.

Misao was a little dazed at the moment, and just sat there frozen, watching that cute little face get closer and closer, completely unaware of what was going on.

Just as she could feel the other person's breath, Lisa suddenly stepped back and moved away.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Misao, you're too irresistible to Lisa, she's losing control of herself a bit."

The person who reached out and grabbed Lisa by the back of her collar, pulling her back, had dark skin and was also wearing a black sailor uniform. Tokoyo Misao recognized him at a glance; after all, his skin color was too striking.

He quickly replied, "Thank you for your help, Shihoin."

"Huh?" Yoruichi Shihōin's brow twitched. He casually tossed Lisa back and leaned forward, their noses almost touching.

"You call her 'Little Yoru' in private, but 'Shihoin' in the library? You're such a scoundrel."

Huh? Tokoyo Misao was bewildered again, his eyes showing extreme confusion.

Seeing this, Yoruichi Shihōin stood up. "You've always been like this, since you were little. When faced with a question you don't want to answer, you just put on an innocent face." As she spoke, she turned to the side. "Never mind, I have other things to do today. I'll come to your house this weekend for a proper chat."

After saying that, she turned around, grabbed Lisa, and left the library.

From childhood to adulthood? Misao tilted his head, "Could it be that Yoruichi Shihōin and I are childhood friends?"

What kind of setting is this world? It's a complete mess.

Misao pressed his temples. "Forget it, I'll focus on my studies first, and then explore things slowly."

As Misao walked out of the library, the golden sunset shone on him, and he stretched comfortably.

I spent over forty minutes studying diligently, and it was incredibly fulfilling.

His academic qualifications have now reached the university level, and he is even approaching the postgraduate level in basic disciplines.

Abundant knowledge allowed Misao to walk home with his head held high.

This is the confidence that comes with being a top student.

I saw Rukia as soon as I arrived at the school gate.

She now carried the wooden sword on her shoulder, looking impatient.

Standing beside her were Orihime Inoue, Isane Kotetsu, and Nanao Ise.

Upon seeing Misao approaching, Orihime Inoue was the first to greet him.

"Brother Misao," she said, smiling and waving.

Isane Kotetsu, standing beside him, lowered his head, glanced over out of the corner of his eye, and whispered, "Tokoyo- senpai."

Nanao Ise silently took out a mask from her pocket and put it on, her eyes fixed on her.

After greeting everyone, Misao asked Rukia, "Is this a club activity?"

Rukia paused for a moment before replying, "It's a club activity, so don't wait for me for dinner."

After saying that, she turned around and walked away, only to find that the other three were still standing in the same spot.

"Let's go, it'll be too late if we don't hurry!"

The other three then quickly followed.

Tokoyo Misao watched the four women's departing figures, and for some reason, he felt that they were also filled with murderous intent.

Surely not? It's impossible for them to be like Ikkaku Madarame and his two companions, running around the streets looking for thugs to fight.

"That's probably impossible." Misao shook his head to himself, pondered for a moment, and finally decided to follow them to see.

The four girls in front of me clearly had a specific purpose in mind, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Without stopping at any fork in the road, we followed them as they turned a corner through a shopping street, walked towards the river, and finally arrived at the bridge.

Tokoyo Misao didn't know why his eyesight had become so good; he could see what was happening under the bridge from nearly two hundred meters away.

The situation under the bridge was somewhat tragic and complex.

Ikkaku Madarame and his two companions lay on the rocks by the river, all covered in wounds.

Not only the three of them, but also three other girls were lying nearby.

One of them was easily recognizable by her skin color; Yoruichi Shihōin, who had claimed to be his childhood friend in the library. The other two were Nemu and Rangiku Matsumoto.

Rukia and her three friends were currently facing off against the seven girls opposite them.

Seriously? They're really fighting?

Chapter 229 Is this some kind of world of eclipses?

Tokoyo Misao squatted on the road, squinting as he looked down from the bridge.

Although we can't hear what they're saying, we can clearly tell from their actions that the atmosphere between them is very tense.