Schrödinger's Identity, a Plan Carried Out in Secret

Absurd to the extreme!

Simply outrageous!

After that speech, Yamamoto Genryusai took several heavy breaths. Even the way he looked at Su Feng became somewhat strange.

Setting aside his utterly disrespectful manner of referring to Central 46.

The Arisugawa Clan was merely a Lower Aristocrat, and most of its members could not even defeat ordinary Shinigami Soldiers.

With such strength, they dared rebel against Soul Society?

Soi Fon would not even need to make a move.

Just pulling out any single squad from the Punishment Force would be enough to wipe out the Arisugawa Clan.

"Not slaughtering them all was already me considering the bigger picture."

Su Feng returned to his calm demeanor, lifted his teacup, and took a light sip. "That was entirely out of respect for you, Captain-Commander."

Silence fell over the tea room.

Yamamoto Genryusai lowered his gaze, his expression revealing neither pleasure nor anger.

"What an impeccably fitting reason. It leaves this old man with no grounds to refute you."

"But without question, your actions have already touched upon the nobles' interests. The Gold Seal Noble Council may impose restrictions on you because of this."

Hearing that, Su Feng nodded in acknowledgment. "Captain-Commander, you certainly know quite a lot about noble affairs."

"That said, the Gold Seal Council has no right to restrain me."

Yamamoto Genryusai raised a brow. Confusion appeared on his aged face, but before he could ask, Su Feng continued:

"Don't captains of the Gotei 13 generally follow the First Division's orders?"

Within the Gotei 13, I am a member of the Tsunayashiro Family. Within the Gold Seal Council, I am the Captain of the Ninth Division. That was the essence of Schrödinger's Identity.

Though his strength was currently insufficient, there were only a few people in all of Soul Society who could suppress him in terms of status.

Even if Yamamoto Genryusai wanted to make a move, he would have to go through the proper procedures first.

Besides.

Everything Su Feng had done so far remained within the scope of what he permitted.

As for violating regulations?

As long as it did not violate the justice Yamamoto Genryusai upheld in his heart, everything was acceptable.

Though the justice he upheld was merely Soul Society's laws and regulations.

However.

Didn't someone like Kenpachi Zaraki, who acted recklessly and ignored the bigger picture, still remain active in Soul Society?

So long as Central 46 did not issue a Secret Order Talisman targeting Su Feng.

Yamamoto Genryusai would not act against him lightly.

At most, he would question him a few times.

Still, Su Feng's words surprised Yamamoto Genryusai somewhat.

Using interchangeable identities to evade accountability from the Gold Seal Council and the First Division?

An unprecedented example in Soul Society.

After a long silence.

Yamamoto Genryusai raised his eyelids, and his once calm gaze suddenly became sharp.

An intense pressure spread through the tea room, instantly making the atmosphere heavy.

"Relying on the advantages of your status to escape the constraints of the law."

He stared at Su Feng. Flames seemed to burn within his pupils, their heat steadily rising.

"With this old man's temperament in the past, I would certainly have apprehended you and sent you to the Underground Council Chamber for judgment."

"But considering that your original intent was to safeguard Soul Society's stability, this old man shall not pursue the matter further!"

As he reached the latter half of his words, Yamamoto Genryusai's pressure abruptly vanished, and the tea room instantly returned to calm.

Su Feng maintained his composed posture, showing not the slightest hint of panic.

As for what was going on in his heart, only he himself knew.

"Thank you, Captain-Commander."

Su Feng set down his teacup and smiled gently. "I will fulfill my duties as Captain of the Ninth Division and strive to create a more harmonious and stable Soul Society."

"There is no need." Yamamoto Genryusai lowered his gaze again, looking toward the wavering steam rising from the tea. "If you can be like Kensei Muguruma, this old man will already be greatly comforted."

Su Feng gave no response to that.

What a joke. Become a combat power measuring unit like Kensei Muguruma?

Though there was still plenty of time now, who could tell whether tomorrow or an accident would arrive first?

Without sufficient strength, Su Feng had no intention of stopping here.

Disciplining himself and growing stronger was the only proper path.

After finishing another cup of tea, Su Feng bade Yamamoto Genryusai farewell and walked straight out of the tea room.

In the corridor, he stood beside the railing and gazed at the azure sky. Ripples had appeared in his usually calm eyes.

"Truly terrifying."

"Worthy of being the strongest Shinigami Soul Society has seen in a thousand years."

Su Feng sighed and muttered inwardly, "Even without releasing spiritual pressure, that presence alone was enough to make one's heart tremble."

Just now, when Yamamoto Genryusai unleashed his presence, Su Feng had appeared calm on the surface, but deep within, he had still been shocked.

The gap in strength between them made facing the other man feel like standing before a bottomless abyss.

That instinctive fear could not be suppressed at all.

Yet this did not discourage or frighten Su Feng.

On the contrary.

It was precisely because of Yamamoto Genryusai's action that his previous thoughts became even more resolute.

To control his own fate in this dangerous world, he needed strength powerful enough to reach the pinnacle.

"Nanao should have finished organizing the case files."

Su Feng withdrew his gaze and slowly walked along the corridor, muttering to himself, "Let's see which unlucky bastard is next..."

As he gradually walked away, Yamamoto Genryusai picked up the teapot once more. A stream of tea poured from its spout, gleaming with crystalline light.

"May this old man's decision not be mistaken this time..."

Shinigami Academy.

In the third-year elite class.

At the lectern, a figure faced the many students below and spoke eloquently about the importance of calligraphy. When he became engrossed in his explanation, he directly picked up the brush and began writing.

With every stroke of the brush, characters worthy of being called art appeared upon the paper.

After the calligraphy lesson ended, the students wore excited expressions as they gathered around the calligraphy teacher, asking all kinds of questions.

Only when the next class was about to begin did they finally leave reluctantly.

Though calligraphy was not a required course for the students, and there was only one class each week, this calligraphy teacher had still been elected the Shinigami Academy's most popular teacher time and again.

There was no other reason. That gentle, approachable smile was like warm spring sunlight, warming the students' hearts.

"Well now, Captain Aizen is as respected as ever."

A flippant voice came from a corner of the classroom. The black Shinigami Uniform blended into the shadows, providing the perfect cover.

"Gin, is there something urgent?"

Aizen remained standing at the lectern, his gaze behind black-rimmed glasses as approachable as ever.

"Of course. The experiment in the 73rd District of Rukongai has already been noticed by the Eighth Division."

Gin Ichimaru hid in the shadows, wearing a false smile like a venomous snake that could strike at any moment.

"Do you have any instructions for the next phase of the plan, Captain Aizen?"

Aizen's face still bore the same gentle smile. The afternoon sunlight fell upon him, lending him an even more amiable air.

"Naturally, we proceed according to the original plan."

"Let us hope it will satisfy Captain Su Feng..."