The Quincy's Location

"I see, what a good boy." Isshin Shiba nodded quickly after hearing this, and sighed after a moment.

For Sora Inoue, meeting Misao was already considered lucky; there are quite a few families in similar situations.

"So what brings you here?" Tokoyo Misao asked with a smile, clearly in a good mood.

Ryūken Ishida quickly replied, "I went to see my father and inquired in detail about the King of the Quincy."

His face was somewhat gloomy.

I think back to that night when I found my father, Sōken Ishida, and had a good talk with him.

I only realized then that the Quincy were not what I had always thought they were.

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds terrifying," Masaki Kurosaki chimed in from the side.

After all, she was one of the parties involved.

Although she was no longer Pure-Blood Quincy due to the addition of Hollow and Soul Reaper powers to her body, Ryūken Ishida's mother disliked her greatly.

They even asked her to move out of the Ishida Family.

But Sōken Ishida still treats her like a child.

So when they went to inquire, the other party didn't specifically try to get them away.

Masaki Kurosaki looked at Tokoyo Misao, her eyes wide, and said:

"The sealed King of the Quincy."

"The heartbeat was retrieved after nine hundred years."

"After ninety years, consciousness was regained."

"It took nine years to regain power."

"Now, we have nine days to reclaim the world."

"That's all Uncle Sōken knows about the King of the Quincy."

"Don't you think it's terrifying? A resurrection after a thousand years, trying to take over the world or something."

Masaki Kurosaki finished speaking, pouting.

Although she was Quincy, like Ryūken Ishida, this was the first time she had ever heard this song.

Ryūken Ishida immediately spoke up, "I've thought about this for a long time. Why would you say that the King of the Quincy would kill Masaki?"

"Is the reason why it took nine years to regain power?"

"You are quite clever." Tokoyo Misao nodded, confirming the guess, and asked with a smile.

"Both Soul Reaper and Hollows utilize their own Reishi for power."

"The Soul Reaper needs to continuously strengthen his Reishi through cultivation and absorption."

"Hollows strengthen themselves by devouring 'wholes' or other Soul Reaper, as well as Shinigami."

"Didn't you find the Quincy's power strange?"

"It's truly illogical that someone could directly manipulate, or rather control, external Reishi using only a human body."

Kisuke Urahara chimed in at the opportune moment, "That's right, the Quincy have always used their power in a very strange way."

"Moreover, many Quincy seem to possess this ability innately."

"Based on the song that Ms. Masaki just mentioned, I dare to speculate that all Quincy's power originates from the King of the Quincy."

"That's right, as expected of Manager Urahara, his mind works really fast." Tokoyo Misao affirmed with a smile, looking at Isshin Shiba's ugly face.

"Captain Shiba, do you understand now?"

Isshin Shiba down, his hands clenched into fists. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and said hurriedly:

"It's just about regaining power; it shouldn't lead to death. At most, it'll just mean losing the abilities that were given to me."

"No, Mr. Isshin," Kisuke Urahara shook his head, "I already said that the Quincy's power seems to be innate."

"That is, they are given life at birth, which is equivalent to their very existence."

"Depriving them of this power is tantamount to nipping them in the bud, and they are very likely to die."

"How could this happen?" Ryūken Ishida's lips trembled.

But he couldn't find a solution for the time being.

Even with his brilliant mind, he had considered countless possibilities.

But his opponent King of the Quincy; what can he possibly do?

Even the usually cheerful and outgoing Masaki Kurosaki fell silent.

In particular, the thought of what would happen if the Quincy power within her were taken back was especially relevant.

It's all for the so-called reclaiming of the world, but who knows how much damage that will cause to the world.

Kisuke Urahara kept staring at Tokoyo Misao, but seeing that the other man was just smiling and leaning back on the sofa, Kisuke Urahara frowned and said:

"Leaving aside other Mixed-Blood Quincy, now Masaki the power within Masaki has changed, does that so-called King really have the ability to take away this power?"

"Who knows? I'm not the King of the Quincy." Tokoyo Misao shrugged.

Kisuke Urahara narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself: Predicting the future can be ruled out.

Even now, Kisuke Urahara is still investigating the secrets of Tokoyo Misao's power.

He was genuinely curious as to how the other party was able to obtain so much information.

His eyes flickered a few times, then he looked at Masaki Kurosaki again and said softly:

"The fusion of forces can be seen as one solution."

"But, Ms. Masaki, why does it feel like your power hasn't continued to fuse?"

Kisuke Urahara somewhat puzzled, as he could clearly sense that Masaki Kurosaki didn't possess much of the chaotic power that had fused within her.

There were even fewer than when I last saw them in the shopping street.

"I don't know," Masaki Kurosaki said with an innocent look.

Tokoyo Misao guessed it: it was highly likely that Masaki Kurosaki subconsciously didn't want to become stronger, but simply wanted to continue living.

So the Hōgyoku granted her wish, keeping her alive and preventing her from becoming stronger.

It seems a bit difficult to make Masaki Kurosaki a numerical monster now.

After all, the Hōgyoku requires human motivation, but she didn't have that desire.

"How about we go to my shop together later and take a good look at it?" Kisuke Urahara was also quite curious.

"No need for that," Tokoyo Misao said with a smile to Isshin Shiba, "Captain Shiba, do you want Masaki- san to become stronger?"

Isshin Shiba nodded quickly. "Of course, although I don't know just how strong the King of the Quincy is."

But if Masaki could become stronger, she would never be easily killed by having her power taken away.

He was the former captain of the Gotei 13 and the head of the Shiba family, a noble family.

He could guess the essence of this matter—power.

As long as Masaki Kurosaki's power is greater than that of the King of the Quincy, there is no way the other party can take away her power.

Hearing this, Tokoyo Misao nodded in satisfaction and said to Kisuke Urahara beside him:

"Then take the Hōgyoku out of Masaki's body and insert it into Captain Shiba."

Kisuke Urahara frowned, pondering the point of this approach.

In his current understanding, the function of the Hōgyoku is to shatter and then reassemble the soul.

However, Isshin Shiba, who had already become human, would not change even if he had the Hōgyoku inside him.

On the contrary, it can become an excellent hiding place.

Could it be that Tokoyo Misao intends to hide the Hōgyoku?

No, judging from his expression, this seems to be a way to solve the problem of Masaki Kurosaki.

But why is that?

It's perfectly normal that Kisuke Urahara couldn't understand it; even as the creator, he didn't know the true nature of the Hōgyoku's operation.

Tokoyo Misao had no intention of explaining.

"These are the only two solutions I can think of right now: first, give the Hōgyoku to Captain Shiba, Masaki- san also needs to train and strengthen herself."

"So, where exactly is the King of the Quincy hiding in Soul Society?" a hoarse voice rang out.

Everyone quickly looked toward the source of the fire and saw a pure black kitten standing on the windowsill.

Those golden eyes were fixed on Tokoyo Misao.

Chapter 104 The Position of the Quincy

"Wow!" A loud soprano voice rang out in the conference room, making everyone's ears ring.

Masaki Kurosaki pointed frantically at the little black cat and shouted:

"Cat, the cat can talk! Did you see that? The cat is talking!"

Because he's not a cat.

Tokoyo Misao comforted Masaki Kurosaki, explaining:

"His true identity is Yoruichi Shihōin, the former head of the prestigious Shihoin clan in Soul Society."

"How did the Head of the Tokoyo Clan know so much, even about my true form?"

Yoruichi the Black Cat bent slightly, exerted force with all four legs, and leaped up, landing on Tokoyo Misao's shoulder.

Her golden pupils narrowed as she scrutinized Tokoyo Misao.

Even in Soul Society, only Kisuke Urahara and his younger brother Yushiro Shihōin knew of this black cat-like appearance.

Even Soi Fon, her former bodyguard and current Second Division Captain, had never seen her before.

It wasn't even recorded in the Great Spirit Book Gallery.

She would occasionally go there to browse through books.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he appeared, Tokoyo Misao exposed his true identity.

She stretched out her little paw and pressed it against Tokoyo Misao's face. "Head of the Tokoyo Clan, can you answer my questions?"

"Yoruichi Shihōin? He's definitely on Soul Society's defector list." Isshin Shiba looked over with some surprise. "I just didn't expect him to be able to turn into a cat."

"Oh, it's Soul Reaper! You scared me. I thought cats could really talk." Masaki Kurosaki squatted down, patted her chest, and let out a heavy sigh.

Yoruichi waved her paw, drawing everyone's attention back, and spoke again:

"Where exactly is that King of the Quincy hiding in Soul Society? What's his name?"

Tokoyo Misao shrugged. "I can't say his name. In fact, even if I did, you wouldn't see it or know it."

The name of Yhwach King of the Quincy, has long been erased.

He has not yet fully regained his power, which means he has not yet regained his name.

Even if Tokoyo Misao knew it himself, whether he said it or wrote it down, it would still reach the ears of others.

It will just be a strange string of incomprehensible language and characters.

"The erased being, the King of the Quincy?" Kisuke Urahara's mind worked quickly, and he understood in an instant.

"As for where it's hidden, didn't I already say it from the beginning? Soul Society."

Yoruichi was about to speak again.

But Tokoyo Misao grabbed the back of his neck, instantly rendering him unable to speak.

Tokoyo Misao sat down again, pressed the black cat Yoruichi onto his lap, and kept scratching her chin with his fingers.

Yoruichi the black cat even showed an expression of enjoyment, just like any other cat.

Masaki Kurosaki approached Isshin Shiba and whispered, "Is he really not a cat?"

Isshin Shiba nodded. "He was the former Second Division Captain."