I Laugh at How Little You Know

Kisuke Urahara sober up was merely a small test.

As the vice-captain Rangiku maintains a high-intensity, high-speed release of Spiritual Pressure, and she sobers up quickly.

A group of people passed through the Senkaimon and arrived at the Seireitei, at the Hakutōmon that was originally guarded by the Jidanbō Seireitei.

"Ahem, hey, you three, let me tell you, once you enter the Seireitei, I'll be your enemy." Rangiku raised her chin.

Having become quite familiar with Rangiku, Tatsuki hugged her Rangiku, his right hand giving her a little squeeze. "Don't do that, Sister Rangiku."

Although the two had just met, Tatsuki was quite adept at dealing with busty women.

With a couple of chuckles, Rangiku said with a serious expression, "I know you're trying to save Rukia Kuchiki, but please be careful. The Soul Society isn't as simple as you think."

"Hehe."

Renji Abarai looked up dismissively. He didn't know much about Dōsan Hanyū's status in the previous world, but he had a lot of aristocratic classmates.

Renji described the apocalyptic scene that day in the 68th Rukongai, and his "well-informed" classmates simply replied, "Impossible."

Even a nobleman's son who was supposedly related to Captain Shunsui Kyōraku said that it was impossible; if anyone could do it, they would be someone like the Captain-Commander.

Why is it impossible?

That's exactly what I saw.

What if Mr. Hanyū was Captain-Commander- level powerhouse?

No, what if Mr. Hanyū is a powerhouse surpassing even the Head Captain-level?

"What are you chuckling about?" Although the observation period was short, Rangiku had already noticed that Renji had probably developed the same problem as the captain.

I laugh at you for having big breasts but little knowledge.

Renji turned his head away dismissively.

Rangiku didn't press the matter, but instead shouted at the Hakutōmon, "Jidanbō!"

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A gigantic figure plummeted from the sky, but compared to Ichigo, they were all quite calm. Not to Dōsan, even Renji, who always liked to sneak out, was familiar with Jidanbō. Only Tatsuki was still making a fuss.

"Oh, it's Sister Rangiku!"

"Yes, it's me. I'll take them inside."

Rangiku waved her hand dismissively and led the three of them inside, only to have their path blocked by an axe falling from the sky.

"Etc."

"Hey, let's just let it go since I bought you a drink." Rangiku acted like they were old friends.

However, Jidanbō ignored him. "If I'm not mistaken, you are Dōsan Hanyū, aren't you?"

Dōsan nodded. "It's me."

"Since you are Lord Hanyū, please come in. I suppose I am no match for you."

"Have you seen Ichigo and Inoue?" Tatsuki pressed. "Orange hair, big breasts."

Aren't you talking about Sister Rangiku?

Jidanbō glanced at Rangiku, "I've met Ichigo. He once tried to pass through the Hakutōmon, but I was defeated by him, so I opened this gate for him."

"Phew, so Ichigo has already entered the Seireitei?" Tatsuki exclaimed in surprise.

Jidanbō shook his head. "Unfortunately, after defeating me, he encountered the Third Division Captain, Gin Ichimaru."

"Alright," Tatsuki said regretfully.

"However, with the help of the Shiba Clan, they successfully entered the Seireitei and have now defeated many important figures within the Seireitei."

The veins on Tatsuki's forehead bulged. "You bastard, can't you just finish what you were saying all at once?"

Jidanbō slowly lifted the door with both hands. "Good luck, you Ryoka from the World of the Living."

"There's only one person here who comes from the World of the Living, "Dōsan chuckled to himself.

But just as Jidanbō raised the Hakutōmon above his head, his body suddenly stiffened.

How could I be so unlucky?

"Jidanbō, your duty is not to open doors for others!" The cold voice sent a chill down one's spine.

After passing the Jidanbō, Rangiku and the others saw the person who had come.

The petite girl, embroidering a snake whip and clad in a white haori, exudes an undisguised Captain-level Spiritual Pressure as sharp as a knife.

This is...

This is...

Jidanbō trembled. "Captain Soi Fon!"

"Captain, where are you?!"

"The captain will just grunt when he hears you."

"Team leader?"

In the Tenth Division's territory, the members of the Tenth Division spread the word through the streets: their captain, Tōshirō Hitsugaya, had been kidnapped.

The team members could sense Captain Hitsugaya's Spiritual Pressure, but they couldn't pinpoint its exact location.

If only a Vice-Captain-level could help, but unfortunately, the vice-captain of the Tenth Division is always out of sight, while the captains and vice-captains of the other divisions can't even clean up their own messes.

I'd heard before that Captain Aizen of the Fifth Division had died in battle; this job is getting more and more dangerous.

"Waaaaah."

In the sewers, Tōshirō Hitsugaya was bound hand and foot, his mouth gagged.

Orihime Inoue lifted the well cover, looked around at the surroundings, then made a "shh" gesture and untied the black cloth from Hitsugaya's mouth.

"You idiot, you and Dōsan Hanyū are both idiots."

"Shh, Mr. Hitsugaya, you wouldn't want your team members to know that you've already leaked so many secrets to me, would you?"

Orange-haired women with big breasts are never good people.

Inoue felt he had Hitsugaya under control. "Shiro-chan, just tell me, where exactly is Rukia being held?"

"I don't know, I've said it so many times, I really don't know!"

Inoue looked unconvinced. "If that's the case, then don't blame me!"

Inoue pulled out something that looked like a foxtail grass from somewhere, then took off Hitsugaya's straw sandals and started tickling the soles of Hitsugaya's feet.

"I don't know, I really don't know!"