In a space resembling a subway station, a group of people raced forward under Unohana Retsu's leadership.
"Sure is eerie here."
Duan Mu glanced back. When they had first entered the passage, he had looked toward the entrance, but by the time he did, it had already been replaced by endless darkness.
Without the Senkaimon open, this passage seemed to have neither a beginning... nor an end.
"Indeed. I've been here several times, but it still creeps me out every time."
Omaeda nodded emphatically beside him, then asked in confusion, "Speaking of which, didn't you come with the Fourth Division? Why aren't you staying with them? Why did you come join our formation instead?"
"...Mind your own business."
The corner of Duan Mu's mouth twitched. Of course he wanted to follow closely behind Kotetsu Isane like she was, taking the opportunity to speak with Unohana Retsu...
But whenever Duan Mu got close to her, he remembered what had happened in front of the Senkaimon earlier. Instinctively, he wanted to stay away from that gentle, beautiful monster.
Compared with staying beside Unohana Retsu, this group of professional killers from Onmitsukidō actually made Duan Mu feel safer!
"I don't know why, but your expression is somehow pissing me off!?"
Omaeda's mouth twitched as he looked at Duan Mu's expression of I feel so safe following you people. He couldn't shake the feeling that his profession had been insulted...
"It's definitely your imagination." After speaking, Duan Mu looked at the black butterfly in front of Omaeda and asked, "Is that a Hell Butterfly?"
"Huh? You actually know about Hell Butterflies?" Omaeda looked astonished.
"I saw one in the Seireitei Communication. This is my first time seeing a real one." Duan Mu carefully examined the strange butterfly known as a Hell Butterfly. Its entire