Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~
The wind howled in his ears as Duan Mu frantically cycled Shunpo, weaving through the city. His spiritual pressure boiled around him like water in a kettle, while his handsome face had gone as black as the bottom of a pot.
What commission? What restrictions? Duan Mu had thrown them all to the back of his mind. Right now, he only wanted to figure out one thing.
That was...
Urahara Kisuke, that madman!!
What exactly had he done to him?
Duan Mu looked at the black work clothes he was wearing, unable to understand why humans could see him... Seeing him was one thing, but why could they see the person and not the clothes?
There was only one possibility he could think of.
Urahara Kisuke had tampered with him when they came into contact.
A Gigai?
Could he have put a layer of Gigai on him without him noticing?
But if that was the case, why hadn't he felt anything?
Although Duan Mu wasn't as fanatical about studying spirits as those scientists, dissecting several for research at the drop of a hat, he had studied spirits from the residents of Rukongai to the prisoners of Maggot's Nest and the patients of the Comprehensive First Aid Station... He had studied at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand, spirits.
Duan Mu could say with absolute certainty that his current body was a genuine spirit, no different from the residents of Rukongai or the Soul Reapers!
"Hahahaha~~~"
At the same time, inside Urahara Shop.
A black cat lay sprawled on the floor, continuously smacking it with her paws and laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath.
"...Hahaha... Ah, I can't take it anymore... That kid's reaction is just too funny!"
Urahara Kisuke wore a full-faced