I Came from Another World, and I'm Still Interested in You
"Hey, you red-haired brat, don't joke like that!" a kind-looking old man scolded.
"Hey, where did this brat come from?" A muscular, tattooed man, visibly distracted and reeking of alcohol, mumbled incoherently.
Renji Abarai had no time to explain to them; he tossed them away, one in each hand.
In no time, everyone in the building was cleared out.
A group of people started running out, except for one rough-looking man wearing a green hat and covering his face, who went against the flow of people.
"Mr. Abarai, please see the commoners off first." Urahara adjusted his hat upon seeing the two.
"Yes." Abarai looked at the retreating figure of the Manager Urahara with a worried expression, the image of Mr. Hanyū cutting through the sky lingering in his mind.
Will the store manager be a match for Mr. Hanyū?
No, will the store manager die?
It was Tatsuki Arisawa snapped out of his daze, pointing at Kisuke Urahara and rolling up his sleeves, "You bastard, were you spying on me?!"
Abarai quickly pulled Tatsuki back.
Urahara, who was in the distance, picked at his ear. Although the movement was casual, he was more nervous than anyone else.
He recalled Dōsan Hanyū.
Shunpo), Hakuda's skill impressed Yoruichi.
The Kidō and the ways of the sword are beyond my reach.
Kisuke Urahara only dared to monitor Tatsuki Arisawa to indirectly obtain information about Dōsan Hanyū.
He wasn't afraid of death.
Having harbored a century-long hatred, Kisuke Urahara now possessed the means and opportunity to exact revenge on Aizen. How could he willingly die at this moment?
Unaware of what was happening, Kisuke Urahara gripped his cane tightly and walked step by step toward Dōsan Hanyū's room.
So this is what alcohol tastes like?
Dōsan's cheeks flushed slightly. He took a sip, then another, and finally gulped it down in one big mouthful. The taste was so peculiar!
He became somewhat addicted to it.
Kisuke Urahara arrived at Dōsan Hanyū's door, sensing the Spiritual Pressure emanating from the room.
It was completely empty. Not to mention Spiritual Pressure, even if he observed the "life force" from a technological perspective, he couldn't detect the presence of any soul in the room.
If it were anyone else, Kisuke Urahara would definitely suspect that the other person was no longer in the room, but if it were Dōsan Hanyū, Kisuke Urahara could only say that it was indeed so.
His hand rested on the doorknob, and after a moment's hesitation, he rang the doorbell. "Moshi moshi, Dōsan- chan home?"
"Creak."
The door opened with an eerie speed, Kisuke Urahara. He instinctively reached for his sword, but Dōsan's hand held it firmly down.
"Manager Urahara, I'm sorry, I'm fine."
Kisuke Urahara Dōsan Hanyū Dosan, the scattered bottles, and the pervasive smell of alcohol. He shook his head, sighing inwardly at how the Thirteenth Division's recruitment standards were getting lower and lower.
In his era, many vice-captains, aside from not having mastered Bankai, were not much weaker than captains in terms of Spiritual Pressure.
The current vice-captains, Rangiku Matsumoto, are good-for-nothings, and Renji Abarai idiot.
"That was really scary, Dōsan."
The two weren't exactly friends, so Kisuke Urahara could only use the nickname Orihime Inoue often used to tease her and ease the awkwardness.
Dōsan chuckled, "Today I plan to wait until Sister Rangiku sobers up, then go and support Ichigo and the others."
"Sister Rangiku"?
Kisuke Urahara noticed the nickname and was somewhat surprised by the closeness of their relationship.
As the vice-captain of the Tenth Division, Kisuke Urahara did have some information about Rangiku.
But Kisuke Urahara still can't figure out why Rangiku and Dōsan are so close.
Regarding the identity of Dōsan Hanyū as Soul Reaper, according to his own account, he belongs to the Central 46 Chambers.
However, both Yoruichi, the former head of the Shihoin Clan, and herself were certain that none of the forty-six sages had the surname Hanyū.
Where did such a strange and powerful expert come from?
Although the idea flashed through his mind, Kisuke Urahara didn't say anything more. "Then I'll help too."
At least help Rangiku Matsumoto sober up.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Reporting to Captain-Commander Yamamoto! Captain of the Tenth Division, Tōshirō Hitsugaya, has been defeated!"
Yamamoto's eyes suddenly snapped open, and he slammed his wooden staff into the ground, causing it to crack as a surge of Spiritual Pressure mixed with heat spread in all directions.
He had high hopes for Hitsugaya, but this Tōshirō Hitsugaya was the first to be defeated by Ryoka.
"How absurd!"
Yamamoto shouted, acknowledging the Ryoka for the first time, but did not choose to take the initiative.
As for Yamamoto, one of only two publicly known super captains in the three realms (the other being Ichibē Hyōsube), he could sense that this group of Ryoka did not possess Captain-level strength, but were only close to Captain-level.
His concern was the implications behind this.
The Kuchiki Clan, the only one of the Four Great Noble Clans noble families that still supports the Thirteenth Division, has issued such harsh and intriguing orders from the Central 46.
So who's behind Central 46?
The Tsunayashiro Clan, who have always wanted to overthrow the Thirteenth Division's guard of the Seireitei?
Was it Kisuke Urahara, who caused the rebellion of nearly ten Captain-level a century ago, or some other mastermind?
Or were those underworld losers who fell to him a thousand years ago?
These are Yamamoto's true enemies.
Let things get chaotic for now.
If you are strong enough, all filth can be swept away.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, male, substitute Soul Reaper, defeated Ikkaku Madarame, the Third Seat of the 11th Division, and his combat strength is at the top-tier Vice-Captain-level."
"Yasutora Sado, male, human, defeated Tatsufusa Enjōji, the Third Seat of the Eighth Division, and escaped from Shunsui Kyōraku, the captain of the Eighth Division. His combat strength is at the top-tier Vice-Captain-level."
Nemu, holding the report, paused for a moment. Only after Mayuri Kurotsuchi showed an impatient expression did Nemu continue, "Orihime Inoue, female, human, defeated the Tenth Division Captain Tōshirō Hitsugaya, her combat strength is Captain-level."
"Ganju Shiba, male, member of the Shiba Clan."
"According to reports from those who experienced the battle, the teachers of the three Ryoka from the World of the Living — Ichigo Kurosaki, Yasutora Sado, Orihime Inoue —were all a Sage of the Central 46 named Dōsan Hanyū. However, in reality, the surname Seireitei has never appeared in the Hanyū, including among the Soul Reaper and nobles."
"Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup." Mayuri Kurotsuchi twisted his fingers, his eyes darting around. "Captain-level Ryoka, and a Ryoka with a Captain-level master—these are perfect experimental subjects."
"I remember there should have been another Ryoka as well."
"Yes, their name and combat strength are unknown, but their Spiritual Pressure suggests Quincy. Their current location should be within the jurisdiction of the Twelfth Division."
"Quincy, huh? I have no interest in those outdated experiments," Mayuri Kurotsuchi tilted her head. "However, perhaps we can obtain some information about Dōsan Hanyū."
"Nemu, keep up! I have a feeling that Dōsan Hanyū might be an excellent test subject!"
"Yes."
Nemu followed closely behind Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
The Twelfth Division joins the hunt.