"I once observed Tsunayashiro Su Feng in Mugen."
Azashiro Soya spoke calmly. "He is an extremely strange Shinigami. Even under the most meticulous observation, I was still unable to discern his true nature."
"Ehehehe!" Uro Zakuro laughed seductively, her graceful figure swaying back and forth. "That's the funniest thing I've heard in the past hundred years."
"Calling voyeurism a meticulous observation... As expected of a man with 'sword' in his name!"
Azashiro Soya responded with silence. Ever since escaping from Mugen, he had noticed that Uro Zakuro had been speaking more and more nonsense.
He could not understand this change and could only attribute it to his Zanpakuto's unhealthy psyche.
But when he considered that a Zanpakuto was forged from the template of a Shinigami's soul, Azashiro Soya could not help falling into deep self-doubt.
Could it be that the unhealthy one isn't Uro Zakuro, but me?
After pondering it for a moment, Azashiro Soya realized he had fallen into a flawed line of thought. A Zanpakuto was indeed modeled after a Shinigami's soul, but that did not mean the two were alike.
It could only mean that Uro Zakuro represented one aspect of his personality.
The unhealthy part was only partial.
Yes, that was right!
Having convinced himself, Azashiro Soya stepped forward, preparing to break open the container holding the Artificial Bodies.
However, at that moment, an extremely bizarre voice echoed through the warehouse. It was as if hundreds of surround-sound speakers had been placed within it, the overlapping voices even forming waves of sound.
"My, my, look what I've found?"
"Oh? So it's a little mouse that snuck in while its owner was away!"
As the voice fell, an enormous screen unfolded above the warehouse, displaying a mad face painted black and white.
"Allow me to introduce myself.