Beneath the deep blue sky, Yamada Unko, his face gloomy, looked at the sky before him as it suddenly turned pitch-black. His entire body went limp, and his legs gave way of their own accord. His knees struck the ground, kicking up dust, and in the blink of an eye, Yamada Unko was kneeling on the street.
Even as he fell to his knees, Yamada Unko's face remained full of disbelief, arrogance, and conceit. He had never imagined that, on such a remote street, picking on two Shinigami who did not even hold Seat Officer positions would lead him to such a disastrous defeat.
That was right. Although Yamada Unko was domineering and overbearing, that did not mean he lacked brains. He knew that there were countless people in the Seireitei stronger than him. Once he provoked one of them, even with his fairly influential grandfather, he likely would not be able to save him.
Therefore, Yamada Unko had someone print out the photographs and information of every Seat Officer at seventh seat and above in the Gotei 13, committing them all to memory.
At the same time, he had also researched everyone from middle-ranking noble families and above. He might not have known every detail about those nobles' territories and backgrounds, but he had grasped at least seventy or eighty percent of it.
To avoid clashing with those nobles, Yamada Unko had been extremely careful in choosing this narrow, secluded street—the most remote one in the Seireitei—as his base.
Moreover, he generally did not provoke Shinigami with official posts, especially those who looked like they belonged to the Eleventh Division. He would not even spare such people a glance.
But today was different. That woman was simply too eye-catching, like a noble swan appearing among a flock of wild