There's a Spy

Seireitei, the patrol area of Twelfth Division.

In a sense, this is one of the most terrifying areas within Seireitei.

There have been several terrifying incidents where Soul Reaper disappeared after accidentally wandering into the Twelfth Division's administrative area while drunk at night.

Twelfth Division, Research and Development Institute.

Who is it?

Nemu Kurotsuchi, who remained behind, had an expression that was more solemn and cold than ever before.

This is already the core area of Research and Development Institute. If even one or two pieces of information from here leak out, Lord Mayuri might be taken out for questioning the next day.

Nemu continued to sense that in the distance lay a group of Twelfth Division Soul Reaper lying haphazardly, their fates unknown.

"Because it's an artificial soul, its essence is somewhat special, so can it still maintain its sanity?"

The man was completely unaware of the crime he had committed, nor did he notice the serious and tense atmosphere; his tone was flippant.

Nemu were bloodshot with rage, her arms outstretched behind her. She knew she might not be a match for the person before her, but there was something most important to Lord Mayuri within her.

Even if it means risking everything...

"Even if it costs us our lives, we must protect it, right?"

The voice appeared beside Nemu's ear, faint and gentle, yet it felt like a cold winter wind to Nemu.

Nemu turned around, only to see her own face reflected in a pool of blood.

"Without the power to protect, it's like a butterfly dreaming of dancing in winter."

In the shadows, the man gently lifted his glasses.

During Kisuke Urahara's time, this Twelfth Division was nothing special.

However, after their defection, this place became an important barrier within the eighth level of the Seireitei the Jail, "Muken," where monsters were imprisoned.

It is also the weakest point of the "Muken" barrier.

"Don't try to maintain balance in your Spiritual Pressure output; you're not at that level yet."

Others were frantically fleeing for their lives amidst the illusory carnage.

Meanwhile, Dōsan and his companions had some free time and casually found a place to teach Shūhei Hisagi.

"Then, with the Kidō, you find that 'beep' feeling, and it just comes out with a 'beep'."

Dōsan wiped his sweat. He meant well and was patient, but Shūhei Hisagi was wearing down his spirit.

He now understands why Kūkaku and Ganju stopped teaching him later; teaching was simply too exhausting.

"Hey, what kind of teaching method is this?!"

Rizukihime pulled Dōsan Hanyū aside; they were surrounded by this group of uneducated children.

Dōsan stepped aside and watched as Rizukihime earnestly instructed her.

You can sense that Rizukihime is serious; how come this is different from the way her older brother Ganju, teaches her?

As night fell, the Spiritual Pressure in District 49 stabilized.

But this doesn't mean it's safe; it just means the remaining enemies in this wave are even more cunning.

Gradually, Rizukihime also began to suffer greatly.

Shūhei Hisagi's current skill level Hakuda; even his Shunpo is barely at the beginner level. To put it another way, Dōsan's close to the level he was at the day Rangiku picked him up.

"Hakuda and Shunpo are the basics. The rest depends on your continued practice. As for your Kidō, get a feel for it first."

Rizukihime rubbed her face, looking at Shūhei Hisagi who seemed a little nervous and confused, and decided she didn't want to argue anymore.

"I'll do it, trash." Number 7 pushed aside Rizukihime.

"You've gone too far. Was it really necessary to be so blunt?" This was the same thought in Rizukihime's mind.

"No." Number 7 glanced at Rizukihime, who was still speaking up for justice, "I was talking about you."

Cultivating the Kidō is not that simple. Number 7 went from being confident at the beginning to feeling lost and even anxious.

Dōsan, however, did not notice this. The knife in his hand began to tremble, and there was a faint, indistinct calling sound.

No Cause of the early warning.

I'm going out for a bit.

Rizukihime immediately bristled with Jinmao, her voice trembling slightly, "We'll go with you."

Dōsan shook his head, turning his back on Rizukihime, "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

Am I worried about you?

I'm worried about myself.

Although she still had to keep a straight face, in the current environment, only these white eyebrows could bring her a tiny bit of security.

Dōsan gently pressed down on No Cause's sword hilt, searching for that same Spiritual Pressure.

It's definitely an illusory Spiritual Pressure.

The night after the rain was cold and quiet. Every now and then, the crunching sound of chewing bones could be heard from the messy woods.

Following the direction of his senses, Dōsan took Shunpo. In the distance, in the corner of a tree, crouched a man in a white coat, with a Grim Soul Reaper lying flat at his feet.

From Dōsan's perspective, the scene before him resembled a medical professional treating a critically injured patient.

But Dōsan showed no intention of helping; in fact, he even extended his palm towards the medical staff in white coats.

"How indifferent, Dōsan! Aren't you even willing to step forward and help?"

The man in the white coat turned his head, revealing a mangled face. His mouth was filled with bits of flesh torn from the fallen Soul Reaper, and his mouth and hands were covered in blood.

"Hadō 63: Raikōhō"

When the man in the white coat turned his back to Dōsan was already prepared to unleash the Kidō. When the man in the white coat turned around, the Raikōhō just escaped from Dōsan's palm.

This is the highest level of Kidō that Dōsan has mastered so far. Not only can it be released without chanting, but it also uses a technique that Simulated Incantation to achieve three times the power, making it a true killing move.

In the sixty-third Kidō, the forest in the District 49, which had been calm for a moment, crackled with lightning.

The white-coated man with a shrunken cerebellum could hardly believe that Dōsan Hanyū had unleashed his full power. He had no time to dodge and was directly surrounded by a sea of lightning.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar echoed through the desolate forest. In the shadows of the lightning, a charred but still standing figure stood, his clothes almost torn to shreds, exhaling a puff of black smoke.

"Dōsan Hanyū, do you think you can kill me?"

The white-coated man's charred body began to emit a faint glow, the lightning on his body disappeared, and his injuries gradually healed.

This is a unique skill of the Void: High-Speed Regeneration.

"Hadō 54: Haien"

Flames burned on the white-coated man's body, which was charred beyond recognition. "Damn it, you're useless. Ever since I lost to you last time, I've increased my High-Speed Regeneration ability."

The strange man jumped around in the firelight, his right hand growing several meters longer as he reached out to grab Dōsan Hanyū, but Dōsan reacted quickly and created distance early on.

Do I know you?

Although Dōsan Hanyū sensed the Spiritual Pressure of the other party as belonging to the void at first glance, he did not recognize who he was.

Moreover, Dōsan Hanyū's Kidō is like a repeating crossbow, striking one after another, with High-Speed Regeneration. Or rather, there is a limit to the High-Speed Regeneration of a monster.

Damn it.

I panicked.

This white-browed brat has once again taken the initiative, and the key point is that this time, he didn't even give his name!

"Hanyū-kun, hang in there, I'm coming to help you."

In the evening, the students' first round of contact with the virtual world had ended.

Dōsan's Kidō, the Sixty-Third Kido, acted like a signal flare, drawing the nearest academy students along with his Spiritual Pressure.

He is U Genjō aspires to join the Fifth Division.

"Don't come any closer!" (Don't see me off!)

Dōsan turned his head and exclaimed in surprise, startling U Genjō.

Immediately afterward, U Genjō's vision darkened, and in Dōsan's eyes, half of his body was swallowed up.

The man in the white coat began to melt, gradually filling in the upper body where U Genjō had disappeared, even though Dōsan tried to harass him with Kidō.

"That was great, let's start the next round."

Dōsan felt a tightness in his chest. Was this guy a spy sent by the enemy?