Spiritual Pressure Anesthetic was typically used to anesthetize patients or the wounded, making surgery easier.
It came in different concentrations depending on the patient's spiritual pressure and physique.
The kind Rangiku Matsumoto had added to the teapot would have some effect even on Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
With his mere Second-Class Spiritual Might, if he drank this pot of tea, the least that would happen was full-body paralysis, leaving him unable to move.
What dangerous ideas are filling that woman's head?
Su Feng was about to pour out the tea and then have a talk with Rangiku Matsumoto.
But a figure radiating immense pressure suddenly appeared at the doorway.
His face was frosty, his bearing imposing, and his pale violet eyes were filled with cold indifference.
"Hm? Big White?"
At the scalp-numbing nickname, Byakuya Kuchiki felt a chill run through him. His first instinct was to turn around and leave.
But after recalling why he had come, he forcibly stopped himself.
"Captain Su Feng, I came today to ask something of you."
At that.
Su Feng narrowed his eyes and looked the model Shinigami up and down.
Everyone he had run into today had been stranger than the last.
From Rangiku Matsumoto to Byakuya Kuchiki, they all seemed to have some unspeakable purpose.
"What is it?"
"My grandfather intends for me to become the twenty-eighth Family Head of the Kuchiki Family and assume the post of captain of the Sixth Division."
Byakuya Kuchiki said coldly, "But before that, I want to wash away the humiliation of the past."
Su Feng nodded, showing that he understood.
So you came here today to get beaten up.
Back when they had studied together as children, Byakuya Kuchiki had failed to grasp the true essence of battle. He had not been ruthless enough, and thus