After Urahara Kisuke returned to the Twelfth Division, his brows furrowed tightly.
This incident was far too abnormal.
Logically speaking, Shinigami casualties had begun skyrocketing thirty years ago. It should have been impossible to conceal something like that.
But that was precisely what was strange about it.
For over thirty years, everyone had treated these Shinigami deaths as though they were "only natural." No one found them strange.
It was as if everyone had unconsciously ignored the number of Shinigami deaths.
The fact that the Twelfth Division had discovered the abnormal casualty figures from the past thirty years felt like someone had deliberately lifted the veil covering this matter, allowing the truth to be exposed.
It felt incredibly abrupt.
"Something's wrong..."
With a grim expression, Urahara Kisuke entered the Soul Technology Development Bureau. He stopped before a computer and rapidly tapped away at its keyboard.
Then, he pulled up the Shinigami casualty figures from the past hundred years.
"This is..."
Urahara Kisuke's expression changed as he looked over the data on the screen.
Over the past century, the number of Shinigami deaths in the Seireitei had remained close to a certain figure almost every year. The difference between the highest and lowest totals was less than a hundred.
That could not possibly be normal data.
Someone was controlling the number of Shinigami deaths, perhaps...
Urahara Kisuke fell silent.
There was someone besides him researching that kind of power.
Judging from these Shinigami death totals, that person might already have completed the creation of that thing. Was that why he no longer intended to hide it?
No, that bastard was doing this on purpose. That thing was complete, and he wanted test subjects.
And weren't the captains and vice-captains investigating this incident the best possible test subjects?
At that thought, Urahara