"What an excellent specimen. It seems Aizen hasn't been doing nothing in Hueco Mundo."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi felt this was a good opportunity.
To understand the unknown, close-range contact and examination were always the simplest methods.
Hollows fought more like beasts. Even Menos Grande that possessed intelligence had a rather subtle grasp of combat techniques.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, a scientist in whom madness and wisdom coexisted, now stood on the stage at the edge of life and death, facing an unprecedented challenge—a Menos Grande that had suddenly leaped from Gillian-class to Adjuchas-class. Its surging power was like the brightest comet in the night sky, tearing through the tranquility of the Soul Reaper world.
An unusual light flashed in his eyes. It was a thirst to explore the unknown, and also a challenge to his True Self Limit.
"What an unexpected gain."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi mused inwardly, a barely perceptible smile curling at the corner of his lips. An experimental subject like this is enough to take my research to the next level.
His brain operated like a precision machine, racing at high speed as every cell in his body boiled in anticipation of the coming experiment.
However, theory was theory. Faced with the Berserk Menos Grande's savage pounce, even he had no choice but to confront the power that could tear apart everything.
The Shinigami uniform Mayuri Kurotsuchi wore was the culmination of years of painstaking effort. It was not merely clothing, but the pinnacle of his fusion of technology and spiritual arts.
The Shinigami uniform appeared ordinary on the surface, but it had secrets hidden inside. After all, this thing had originally been made by someone else. Mayuri Kurotsuchi had confidence in his own technology; he had modified even his Zanpakuto and had methods to prevent it from rebelling.
To Mayuri Kurotsuchi,