Let's Go, or It'll Be Too Late

Just as Toshiro Hitsugaya was taken by Aizen to Seirei Tower Forest and left there for dead.

Inside the 10th Division's prison.

Lin Feng was still chatting and laughing with Matsumoto Rangiku.

The two traded risqué banter.

Talking about everything under the sun.

"My, my, I never imagined there were so many fun things in the Living World. I really regret not joining the Thirteenth Division back then. I want to visit the Living World and have some fun too."

After hearing Lin Feng talk about so many interesting things from the Living World.

Matsumoto Rangiku began to feel genuinely envious.

Although Soul Society was vast.

However.

Over all these years.

Soul Society's social structure had barely changed at all.

Outdated architectural styles.

Outdated ways of life.

Outdated people.

Though Soul Reapers enjoyed the finest treatment.

Their lives were somewhat boring.

But the Living World was different.

The Living World's society had constantly changed.

From ancient times to the modern era.

New forms of entertainment had emerged one after another.

They were perfectly suited to comforting a long and tedious life.

Lin Feng glanced at the sunlight outside through the prison window and smiled faintly. "It's dawn. Your captain still hasn't returned. Do you really not need to go check on him?"

"Staying out all night is nothing unusual." Matsumoto Rangiku crossed her legs and said unconcernedly, "Though my captain looks like a child, he's actually over a hundred years old. Maybe he went out for drinks to ease his frustration after failing to change Central 46's decision."

People all had desires.

Soul Reapers were no exception.

Once they transcended the limits of lifespan.

And no longer bore the burden of survival.

Those most primal desires instead became even more real.

"The execution should be starting soon."

"Yes. I hope