"Gates of Hell..."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi's expression carried a hint of fanaticism.
"My deduction was correct."
Just then, the doors to the Research Lab slid open, and a figure wearing a green-and-white striped bucket hat and a green haori strode straight inside.
"The direction may have been right, but your conclusion was probably flawed."
A trace of undisguised disgust surfaced in Mayuri Kurotsuchi's eyes. Few people could make him wear such an expression.
Under normal circumstances, others were the ones who looked at Mayuri Kurotsuchi that way.
"Kisuke Urahara, I hate that self-righteous tone of yours."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi spoke in a sinister voice. "Whether the conclusion was right or not no longer matters."
"What matters is that this catastrophe, one that concerned the survival of Soul Society, was ended under Lord Mayuri's wisdom."
"And you, Kisuke Urahara, a man left behind by the times, were completely useless."
Hearing that, Kisuke Urahara nodded in considerable agreement, with no intention of refuting him.
In truth, just as Mayuri Kurotsuchi had said, although he had kept an eye on Soul Society's condition year-round, the dead of Hell had attacked with such force that he simply had no time to make many preparations.
He had not even met Kumenai Enra, the only captive from before. It was only natural that he had fallen behind Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
"Damn it..."
For some reason, when Mayuri Kurotsuchi saw Kisuke Urahara's expression, he felt no joy at victory whatsoever. Instead, irritation filled his heart.
At that moment, Su Feng had completed his communication with Hell. Using his own spiritual pressure as the foundation and Kido Incantations as support, he had constructed the Gates of Hell.
The imagined scene of the Gates of Hell opening wide and countless dead of Hell being sucked inside in a swarm did not appear.