The Most Tragic Fullbring Organization!

Old Man Yamamoto looked at the Hogyoku in Hyuga Matsuba's hand.

He had not expected this thing to be so powerful, and the old man wanted to destroy it.

"Could you let me take a look at that thing in your hand?" Old Man Yamamoto moved closer.

Hyuga Matsuba was definitely unwilling. He had obtained this thing with great difficulty, so why should he let the old man look at it?

"I absolutely won't agree to that. If you want it, then figure out a way to get it yourself."

"But I think this thing is far too dangerous. Don't you think it should be thrown away?" The old man frowned.

After obtaining this thing, a person could make such enormous progress. It had to be incredibly terrifying.

"Then am I not terrifying too?" Hyuga Matsuba rolled his eyes.

There was some sense to that. If he had not been so capable, he could not have become what he was now.

"Don't keep meddling in this matter. I think this may be the best arrangement." Kyōraku Shunsui walked over.

"And this thing generally can't be destroyed so easily." Urahara Kisuke frowned.

In fact, having it in his hands was probably the best choice.

And now, no one would be able to snatch it away.

"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly. It was all because someone had created this thing in the first place.

But this time, there had not been any major loss. He had merely lost an arm.

"So what are your plans now? Do you want to keep staying here?" The old man looked around.

"I don't know what you're all thinking. Do you think your future subordinates won't obey you? You're overthinking it. We'll handle these matters ourselves." Kyōraku Shunsui sighed.

"If that's the case, then we'll