"More importantly, your soul is very similar to that great figure's."
"If you go to the Soul Society, there's a good chance you'll become his vessel. Then he'll live on in your physical and spiritual body, while you... will vanish into nothing, as if you had never existed."
"You mean the Spirit King?" Uchiha Hiko asked disdainfully.
"How do you know about the Spirit King?!" Kisuke Urahara was startled. Why did Uchiha Hiko seem so familiar with the Soul Society—no, with all Three Realms?
Uchiha Hiko shook his head. "That's not strange. Let me put it simply: I agree to any conditions involving my death, because I can't possibly die."
"If you're that confident, then this will be easy." Kisuke Urahara took out a white porcelain bottle shaped like a snowflake. Its craftsmanship was exquisite enough to make anyone want it at first sight.
"This is my latest invention, the 'Soul-Collecting Bottle.' Put a drop of your blood into it."
"Then, when you die, your power and soul will be drawn into this bottle."
Before Kisuke Urahara could finish, Uchiha Hiko said nothing and directly dripped a drop of blood into it.
"When can we begin?" Uchiha Hiko asked blandly.
Kisuke Urahara stood up and brushed the dust from his knees. "Tomorrow afternoon. The small woods on the outskirts of town. I'll be waiting for you."
"Alright." Uchiha Hiko nodded and watched Urahara leave.
After Urahara left, Uchiha Hiko no longer had any interest in continuing to discuss the Soul Society with the Visored Army. His mind was now filled with all the possible difficulties he might encounter after transforming into a spiritual body.
But forget it. There was no point thinking any further. He would know the outcome tomorrow.
The sun had passed its zenith and was already slanting