Yamamoto's Games Get More Perverse with Age

Soi Fon with doubt and surprise.

Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to believe that Dōsan Hanyū was afraid of her. Could it be that he was injured?

It doesn't seem like it.

"The Ryoka has escaped."

"As expected of Captain Soi Fon?"

"Damn it, I really want to join the Second Division. There are just too many missions to complete in the Tenth Division."

"Baka!" Seated Officer Xi shoved the back of the head of the team member next to him. "What are you thinking about? Hurry up and grab this Ryoka!"

As they spoke, several Grim Soul Reapers suddenly drew their swords and stood up to give chase.

Startled, Soi Fon quickly regained her senses, waving her arm and unleashing a surge of Spiritual Pressure that sent the group staggering. "Halt! No one is allowed to make a move!"

Don't send him away. He's lucky to have escaped death, isn't that a good thing?

Why shouldn't such Ryoka be eradicated promptly?

Soi Fon, of course, couldn't answer them; she squinted her eyes, lost in thought.

Dōsan ran fast enough, he still couldn't face Soi Fon.

Just now, when he looked at Soi Fon, he noticed two possible causal outcomes in this world.

One possibility is that Soi Fon did not fight Yoruichi Shihōin at this time, Ichigo Kurosaki not only recovered from his injuries with Yoruichi Shihōin's help, but also learned Bankai.

Another possible ending is that Yoruichi Shihōin is stopped by Soi Fon, Ichigo Kurosaki does not receive timely treatment, ultimately failing to defeat the group blocking his way and save Soi Fon.

The first type is a cause-and-effect relationship based on fate, which is the original causal trajectory.

The second possibility is the most likely scenario, based on current factors.

What Chen Hao needs to do is correct the cause and effect, and make the story fit into the established narrative as much as possible.

Having just intercepted Soi Fon, his Spiritual Pressure has increased once again, now barely reaching the Captain-level.

With the addition of Dōsan's various methods, even without relying on the power of Law of Causality, he now possesses strength comparable to a top- Captain-level.

With such strength, he could at least protect himself, if not dominate the Three Realms, and roam freely throughout the Three Realms.

"Okay, where to go next?"

Dōsan closed his eyes. In his perception, the surrounding space was filled with densely intersecting spiritual lines.

The cause and effect of the world are unchanging; what ordinary people call change is merely an inevitability under the influence of cause and effect.

A normal cause-and-effect relationship is clear and straightforward. An ordinary person's life has only one cause-and-effect relationship, and what seems like a coincidence is just another kind of inevitability.

The cause and effect in this world are so chaotic and disordered, and the responsibility lies with Dōsan and his group of outsiders. Only those outside the realm of cause and effect can disrupt it.

Senzaikyū.

I'm afraid this group of people won't come, but I'm also afraid they will.

Rukia leaned against the corner, her initial fear turning into boredom.

She came to terms with it, accepting her bad luck for running into this group of people.

Bored Rukia just wanted someone to talk to her. Speaking of that guy who called himself the head of the Kuchiki Clan, Byakuya Kuchiki, aside from being a bit dim-witted, a bit pretentious, and not understanding human speech, he was actually alright.

They can still slap each other in the face.

Even Rukia, who had just entered the school, had heard of the reputation of the Four Great Noble Clans.

But she had forgotten about the Kuchiki Clan.

If Byakuya Kuchiki brings up the Four Great Noble Clans, Rukia will definitely remember and be able to match them up.

So boring.

Rukia was originally on the path of cause and effect, was now torn between her friend's comfort, her brother's attitude, and finally her own life or death, so she was still uneasy until her execution.

Rukia, having endured the torment of death, is now numb to it.

She just wanted to have a good chat with someone before she died, she didn't even ask for that much...

"Seireitei, the most heinous villain, Rukia Kuchiki."

A deep, hoarse, and aged voice came through, which made Rukia happy, but then she became somewhat angry.

Who is this?

Can't you speak properly?

Rukia turned her head and saw an old man.

He had a bald head, a cross-shaped scar on his forehead, and narrowed eyes that concealed a murderous intent. He had a tied-up white beard and leaned on a wooden cane.

Like Byakuya Kuchiki before him, he was wearing a white haori, Rukia knew was a symbol of Captain-level.

The Old Gentleman was facing Rukia, and she didn't know which captain he was.

"Hey, old men, how dare you talk like that? How many times have I told you? I Rukia, haven't done anything!"

Rukia isn't afraid of death, what else could she be afraid of?

It's all fake, it's all demons and monsters!

Captain-Commander Yamamoto's forehead scar twitched, and his squinted eyes swept over Rukia immediately shrank back in fright.

Then I thought, if I'm not afraid of death, what else is there to be afraid of? So I stuck my head out again.

"Heh heh, what an interesting little girl. Shigekuni, is that him?"

Rukia didn't even notice that next to the Old Gentleman was a man dressed in black whose face was obscured.

Who is this?

It's okay, I'm not afraid of death.

"That face is quite refined. I didn't expect you, old man Yamamoto, to get more and more perverted as you get older."

The voice was strange and effeminate; it had been a male voice just now, but now it sounded neither male nor female, making Rukia break out in a cold sweat.

"Tōsetsu, do what you're supposed to do."

"How indifferent. They've just been lonely in the Muken for too long. They're not like those perverts who Muken like their own home."

The black robe, named Tōsetsu, coiled around Yamamoto's body like a black snake.

Rukia's legs trembled as she watched; it was so cold, no, so hot.

For some reason, the temperature in the Senzaikyū began to rise.

Tōsetsu instantly transformed into a wisp of black mist, then returned to human form. "It was just a joke, old man, your attitude is really terrible."

"Start quickly, Tōsetsu."

"Don't forget, you have to set me free after this is done."

Tōsetsu reached out his hand to Rukia. Rukia was inexplicably dazed, then shook her head violently, only to find a burnt hand pressed against her face.

Who are you?!

Death is terrible enough, but death from unknown causes is even more frightening.

Rukia truly realized that she had not escaped the shadow of death.

"My name is Sanpaku Tōsetsu. You don't need to know my name, because for a while afterward, you can call me..."

"Rukia Kuchiki."