Killed by the King of the Quincy
At some point, he had forgotten the impulsiveness he once possessed in his youth.
They were reduced to doing repetitive work every day, constantly bowing and apologizing to their superiors and clients.
Seeing the two young men climb onto the roof of the house and bend their bows towards the moon rekindled the embers of a flame that had not yet been completely extinguished within him.
"Stop thinking nonsense and keep drinking, otherwise you won't be able to sleep when you get back, and you still have to work hard at the company at 7 a. m. the next morning."
Upon hearing his colleague's words, the flame that had just been ignited in the man's heart instantly dimmed again.
Suddenly, a scream rang out in the street.
"Robbery!"
A person wearing a woolen hat that covered their face, carrying a handbag, was seen frantically pushing through the crowd and fleeing outwards.
A woman was sitting on the ground, reaching out her hand towards his retreating figure, letting out a Despair cry:
"It's only the beginning of the month! I have all my money in this bag, I'm doomed!"
Please, please stop him.
Even in such a bustling commercial street, not a single person intervened to stop them.
They would even step aside when they noticed the robbers coming towards them.
Just then, a somewhat thin figure suddenly blocked the robber's path.
Stop!
"You bastard, mind your own business." The robber brandished the dagger he was holding in his right hand.
I looked up and froze instantly.
"Fake... Visored Rider?"
The person blocking his way was none other than the middle-aged office worker whose heart had been ignited with a spark a while ago.
He was wearing a Visored Rider mask he had bought from a nearby stall.
"Put down your bag!"
His voice was incredibly deep and resonant, full of energy.
She showed none of the lifeless demeanor she had when she was drinking and chatting with her colleagues just moments before.
"You're asking for it!" The robber realized that someone seemed to be calling the police.
Moreover, if I'm stopped here, those initially indifferent people might see an opportunity and join in, and then I won't be able to escape today.
He had to take down this masked idiot in front of him and get out of there quickly.
He charged forward, dagger in hand, revealing the tip of the blade.
Reflected by the streetlights on both sides, the tip of the dagger emitted a chilling glint.
The middle-aged office worker trembled uncontrollably upon seeing the flash of the white blade, wanting to turn and run away.
What am I doing?
Why did I rush out?
"Aren't robberies all too common?"
His previously dizzy mind gradually cleared up at this moment.
But as the robbers drew closer, a stubbornness welled up inside him.
The middle-aged office worker refused to move aside and stood there stubbornly.
His heart was beating faster and faster, the blood surging through his body was spreading, and he felt a surge of heat rush to his brain.
He clenched his fist and shouted:
"Rider Kick!"
The shout was incredibly hoarse, as if the vocal cords had been torn apart.
He jumped up with all his might, stretching his right leg out in the air.
He unleashed the Rider Kick image that had been imprinted in his mind for many years.
Bang!
The Rider Kick landed squarely on the robber's chest.
Knock knock!
The robber's body was thrown into the air, tumbling several times before landing on the street, still rolling around.
Finally, it rolled to the woman who had been robbed, rolled its eyes back, and fainted.
The entire commercial street fell into a deathly silence.
The next moment, a burst of enthusiastic cheers suddenly erupted.
"Whoa! Rider Kick, it really is Rider Kick!"
"That's a real Visored Rider, right? How could a human jump that high?"
"This move is impossible to execute without wires."
The middle-aged office worker noticed the crowd approaching him, turned around, and ran wildly towards the end of the street.
His heart pounded wildly, and a smile played on his lips beneath the mask.
"I never expected you'd get involved in something like this."
Ryūken Ishida watched the middle-aged corporate slave rush past him, then turned to Tokoyo Misao and spoke.
"Isn't this a good thing? They're criminals, of course we have to stop them." Masaki Kurosaki said, hands on her hips and pouting.
"I see, it was Misao who helped. I was wondering why that ordinary person was so powerful."
Isshin Shiba overheard the conversation between the two people beside him and realized what was happening.
At this moment, he could not see Tokoyo Misao, who was not wearing the shroud.
"No."
Tokoyo Misao shook his head, his tone slightly agitated.
"It wasn't that I helped him, but rather the awareness he demonstrated."
He became Visored Rider!
A man in his thirties, wearing Visored Rider mask, stands before robbers and says no to evil!
"Without your help, that guy would definitely be seriously injured," Ryūken Ishida said coldly.
"I'll make my move then!" Masaki Kurosaki put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest.
If Tokoyo Misao hadn't acted earlier, she would have at the last moment.
Tokoyo Misao took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the surging emotion in his heart.
Chapter 99 Killed by the King of the Quincy
Urahara Shop.
"Hi, this way, please, guests."
Kisuke Urahara Tokoyo Misao and her group to the backyard of the store.
Tokoyo Misao also donned his Gigai and sat down at the table.
Before even having a sip of tea, Ryūken Ishida asked directly:
"Is there anything wrong with the power within Masaki?"
His gaze was fixed on Masaki Kurosaki's face, his eyes filled with worry.
After all, when Tokoyo Misao was assisting, that power had absolutely nothing to do with the Quincy.
"Hey! I don't think there's anything wrong with me." Masaki Kurosaki raised her fist, showing it off, and said with a smile, "In fact, I feel like my body has become stronger."
Ryūken Ishida then turned his gaze to Kisuke Urahara: "Manager Urahara, could you please take a look?"
He now understands that Kisuke Urahara is a very capable scientist.
Kisuke Urahara squinted, scrutinizing Masaki Kurosaki. His expression gradually calmed, and he slowly spoke:
"Miss Kurosaki, could you please come to the training room?"
As he spoke, he stood up, opened the door next to him, and led everyone to follow him through a dark passage.
After about a minute, we walked into the light at the end of the passage, and the view suddenly opened up.
This is a vast space composed of gravel and yellow sand.
"The Visored's basement was probably modeled after yours, wasn't it?" Tokoyo Misao glanced at it a few times.
I discovered that this space was indeed not much different from the training rooms of the Visored.
It was all so empty that there wasn't even any vegetation, just pebbles mixed with sand.
"I provided guidance when they were building their training space," Kisuke Urahara admitted, taking a few steps forward and turning to speak to Masaki Kurosaki.
"Please, Miss Kurosaki, demonstrate your power just once."
Masaki Kurosaki nodded and went to an open area.
This time, she didn't use the Quincy's Reishi Bow. Instead, she opened her palms forward, gathering her power in them. After a moment, she spoke softly:
"Cero."
The black Reishi beam blasted forward, carving a deep trench in the ground that stretched for over a thousand meters.
"There's definitely something wrong here!" Ryūken Ishida exclaimed anxiously.
It's important to understand that Quincy and Hollows are fundamentally incompatible, yet Masaki Kurosaki is now able to use Cero.
Could it be that her body is about to turn into a void?
"Miss Kurosaki, may I extend my hand?"
Kisuke Urahara approached Masaki Kurosaki, took a black wristband-like object from his pocket, and tied it around Masaki Kurosaki's outstretched, fair wrist.
But before long, the black wristband began to bleed with other colors: red, pale white, and deep blue.
About a minute later, a pure black aura surged from the wristband, gradually completely covering the other three colors.
"It seems the three powers within Miss Kurosaki are beginning to merge; this is not a good thing."
Kisuke Urahara spoke in a low voice, raising his head to meet Masaki Kurosaki's gaze.
"Miss Kurosaki, under the influence of the Hōgyoku, the power within you is merging."
Originally, the Hōgyoku) had a suppressive effect within you, but now, due to other forces, its function has changed.
"It shouldn't be long before the power within you is fully integrated, and then the aura of the Hōgyoku will be released."
He turned to look at the three, Tokoyo Misao, and said, "And at that time, Aizen will discover that Kurosaki- san's body is collapsing..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a disdainful smile on Tokoyo Misao's lips, and suddenly realized something, turning his head in a panic to look at Masaki Kurosaki:
"Miss Kurosaki, may I ask where that strange power within you comes from?"
"A strange power?" Masaki Kurosaki had no idea what Kisuke Urahara was talking about.
"A strange power has appeared within you, which has caused the Hōgyoku's operation to change. This power could not have come out of thin air."
At first, Kisuke Urahara thought that the Soul King Fragment inside Masaki Kurosaki came from Tokoyo Misao.
After all, all Five Great Noble Clans possess Soul King Fragment.
The fragments he used to create the Hōgyoku were taken from the Shihoin Clan's warehouse.
Since both Isshin Shiba and Tokoyo Misao belong to the Five Great Noble Clans, it's not surprising that they possess Soul King Fragment.
But seeing the expression on Tokoyo Misao just now, he suddenly realized that Isshin Shiba was originally a member of a divided family and didn't have much property.
Tokoyo Misao is all alone; where would he get Soul King Fragment?
Where did the fragment inside Masaki Kurosaki's body come from?
He didn't reveal that the power was Soul King Fragment, as the implications were too great.