Conflict on the Brink

Bang!!

With an ear-splitting crash, the reinforced heavy doors of the Research and Development Bureau's core laboratory were violently smashed open as if they were made of paper.

Amid billowing smoke and dust, a figure charged inside, wrapped in violent Spiritual Pressure.

"Kirisuke Tōshirō! Hang in there! I'm here to save you!! No matter what those bastards did to you..."

Tenjirō Kirinji's signature pompadour looked like a missile ready to launch at any moment.

His eyes were wide open, his Zanpakuto already half drawn, killing intent blazing around him. Without even seeing the situation inside, he began shouting at the top of his lungs.

In his eyes, Kirisuke Tōshirō had gone missing for days. She must have fallen victim to that sinister scoundrel Ross.

He had even imagined a hundred horrifying scenes of her being imprisoned, brainwashed, or even dismembered for experiments.

However, once the smoke cleared and he saw the scene within, his booming roar abruptly stopped, like a duck whose neck had been seized.

The entire laboratory was eerily quiet.

There were no bloody torture racks or horrifying experiment tables. Instead, countless pale-blue data panels floated through the air, drifting slowly like a vast galaxy.

At the center of that massive torrent of data, Kirisuke Tōshirō—once broad and round like a mountain of flesh—had undergone a tremendous transformation.

The mountain of fat that had once covered her body had vanished without a trace, replaced by a tall, voluptuous mature woman with astonishing curves.

Her purple hair was casually tied behind her head, making her look capable and intellectual.

Only, her eyes—once always smiling—were now bloodshot, yet filled with fanatical concentration.

Her Spiritual Pressure had been pushed to its limit, not for battle, but to process an enormous flow of information at a staggering speed.

"Huh?"

Kirio blinked, wondering