Within the Underground Training Ground, Urahara brushed the fur of Miss Yoruichi, who had transformed into a black cat, while speaking to Asano Kiyoshi with some surprise.
"Are you sure you really want to go to Hell? I do have a way to send you in, but I haven't developed a reliable method for bringing you back yet. You may have to stay there for a long time, until I perfect the return technology."
Hearing this, Asano Kiyoshi nodded without hesitation. Given his current strength, so long as he was not besieged by several Captain-level Koguto, Hell truly posed no real danger to him.
Seeing that Asano Kiyoshi had nothing more to say, Urahara naturally nodded as well. Yoruichi, in his arms, spoke in her magnetic voice.
"What are you going to a place like that for? It's dangerous, you know. If you die there, you'll suffer endless torment for all eternity, until your mind completely shatters."
Asano Kiyoshi offered a brief explanation. Although the others found it somewhat strange, it was ultimately his own decision, and they could not interfere too much. After making some preparations, Urahara and Hachigen Ushōda stood at opposite ends of the training ground. Waves of strangely fluctuating spiritual pressure surged from their bodies. Then, a faintly fishy, rancid wind swept across the entire Underground Training Ground, making everyone vaguely uncomfortable.
The next moment, Urahara and Hachigen Ushōda's voices rang out at the same time, carrying a faint tremor and an indescribably heavy, cloying quality.
"Past gates embraced by decaying skeletons, ruined earth encircled by souls of steel; crimson scarecrows tearing open their mouths in the depths of night—beside the one-eyed king humming an unnamed nursery rhyme, choose to charge toward the silent, desolate land belonging to the dead."
As they chanted, the surrounding Reishi