The Scene They Least Wanted to See

"Tōshirō, aren't you going to tell me? Where is Rukia?!"

In a secret underground room of the Tenth Division, Orihime Inoue was scraping Tōshirō's soles with grass.

Haha, I don't know! Ahhh!

Tōshirō was laughing so hard he was almost fainting. He didn't hate Orihime Inoue, that big-breasted, brainless woman; he hated Dōsan Hanyū!

Choosing friends is truly a terrible mistake. I was just peacefully enjoying some gossip at home, and somehow things have turned out this way for no apparent reason.

I already told Momo, what's so good about being Soul Reaper!

"Hmm!" Orihime Inoue pursed her lips. "Tōshirō is really stubborn!"

Following closely behind, under Hitsugaya's astonished gaze, Orihime Inoue flicked her hand, and eight wild grasses appeared in her palm.

"I don't know, oh, I really don't know!" This was the Hitsugaya.

"That was quite a brutal torture, involving both a girl and a boy."

Will anyone answer me?

It is only when all else has been done that it can be developed to the stage of fighting.

Kirinji chuckled, then casually Zanpakuto, but Ichigo didn't even have a chance to dodge, and was sent flying.

Every step that follows could affect Kisuke's plans, not even the century-old hatred between you.

Completely Inoue to the danger, Hitsugaya with suspicion, "Is this also Soul Reaper?"

"That's true, nobody recognizes me anymore. My name is Kirio Hikifune, and I belong to the Zero Division."

That attack amused Tenjirō Kirinji.

"Wait for Ichigo!"

The Chōjirō Sasakibe, already looked shocked.

"Who is he?" Inoue didn't turn around, but silently sensed the Spiritual Pressure of the newcomer.

Even if we go to that point, the things we want to imagine still happen.

My strength is that of a top-tier captain among top-tier captains. The gap between me and the threshold of Captain-level is as small as the gap between a captain and a vice-captain.

Before breaking free from the Fourth Division's Shunsui Kyōraku, Yasutora Sado was quietly healing his injuries. "My Spiritual Pressure control isn't very bad; I can only actively reduce my Spiritual Pressure output. The automatic recovery of my injuries is also getting faster."

Captain-Commander Inoue of the Zero Division, who had just returned from the Senzaikyū, looked so pale he could practically squeeze water out of his face.

Yoruichi Shihōin shouted, "Ichigo is a crucial part of our plan, he can die there!"

"Huh? Years ago? It's Soul Reaper, it's a Hollow, wait, is that called Fullbring? This is the first time I've seen it."

Hitsugaya rolled his eyes Inoue. "How should I know?"

At this moment, Kirio Hikifune lost all his languid demeanor and his imposing presence suddenly rose.

"That guy!" Before Yoruichi Shihōin could even process what was happening, Ichigo Kurosaki, who hadn't yet fully recovered from his training, leaped to his feet, Zangetsu tightly, and launched a vertical slash. "Who is it?!"

Yoruichi Shihōin frowned, feeling that the situation was still within Kisuke Urahara's expectations.

A plump, purple-haired woman, leaning on her knees and panting, looked at Inoue and Hitsugaya. "A woman's conspiracy, a conspiracy that could overthrow the Seireitei!" Eight sinful blades of grass were about to pierce Hitsugaya's soles.

"Ōetsu Nimaiya, it's been so long since I've felt his Spiritual Pressure."

"Are you trying to make things easy? I can tell the injuries on his body were caused by Da Kyōraku. I still hate showing mercy." The charming man waved his hand.

"Who is he?"

Zero Division has arrived.

It still happened.

Still not behaving properly.

I'm Yamamoto Orihime, a rather oblivious person, and I didn't even realize that someone had gotten close to me. Their strength was definitely inferior to that of my uncle, Captain Shunsui Kyōraku.

Even though Ichigo Kurosaki lost the strength required to reach the Captain-level long ago with the help of Hanyū Habu, for Ichigo, I had only been Soul Reaper for a few months, and for me, Bankai was still a threshold.

On the other side, Orihime and Tōshirō Hitsugaya looked at each other and shook their heads. "I've heard of it."

Ōetsu showed no nonchalance whatsoever, "You too, I originally thought I could feel the heat of Ryūjin Jakka again that time, but he's old, Inoue Genryūsai Shigekuni!"

"Of course, he's probably more aware of that than you are."

And Tenjirō Kirinji?

"Senjumaru Shutara, your name."

Standing by the window, Inoue gazes into the distance, offering no opinion.

"He really does look like him, Inoue."

A moment later, Ōetsu Yue leaned casually against the corner of the First Division's barracks. "Oh, when we descended, we captured an older Quincy, and he's locked up in the First Division Barracks now."

Tenjirō Kirinji looked at Yoruichi Shihōin with an amused expression.

That time, whether Kisuke Urahara descended into Soul Society or sought the help of the Visoreds, he was afraid of provoking the Zero Division to take action. Although, given the Zero Division's extraordinary status, they might not care about us, Kisuke Urahara still made the safest choice: to stay in the World of the Living and wait for bad news from Yoruichi and the Yoruichi.

"Wait, Tenjirō Kirinji, are you intentionally making enemies of them?"

Her voice was alluring but lacked any surprise.

Fortunately, Kirinji had no murderous intent, and his injuries were severe.

"How rude!"

What will become of the Seireitei?

Inoue ignored the respect in my words, "In their view, hasn't the situation deteriorated to that point yet?"

"Mr. Kirinji, you swear on the honor of the Shichihouin family that everything you say next is the truth."

It doesn't look very strong.

Yoruichi Shihōin quickly stood behind Ichigo, weighing the pros and cons before choosing to reveal the truth.

After a few rolls, Yasutora Sado cautiously assumed a fighting stance.