It was already noon when Aizen and Yato emerged from underground.
"Yato?"
The mild-mannered man frowned slightly and asked in puzzlement, "This is the fifth time you've touched your lips. Could there really be some nameless Kidō in the Central Underground Great Prison that attached itself to us-"
"Huh?" Uchiha Yato paused, a little embarrassed. "Nothing like that. I just felt like touching them."
"Oh? I don't remember you having that habit before."
"Maybe I'm hungry-"
The Captain of the Ninth Division waved and parted ways with his ally.
Watching Aizen Sosuke's noticeably lighter steps, Yato knew the man had confirmed the Soul King's condition and achieved his intended goal.
But breaking into Muken to bust someone out-would that mean facing Ryujin Jakka already?
Uchiha Yato mulled this over as he slowly made his way toward the Ninth Division's barracks.
As the saying went, "Look at nothing improper, listen to nothing improper." Back then, Yhwach had tricked Saitō Immortal into seeing the world through the Soul King's eyes. She had seen that sea, bringing a host of calamities upon herself. It had truly been an undeserved disaster.
Uchiha Yato believed most of her account.
Over the years, the Captain of the Ninth Division had occasionally slipped into the Great Spirit Library to consult its secret records, so he had some understanding of Saitō Immortal's character.
According to the records, although this founding captain was eccentric and vicious, her madness had always been consistent. She had never done anything too outrageous and had been considerably more ladylike than Retsu Unohana back then.
Had she truly been a complete lunatic, Mochizuki Hanzō would never have fallen so far as to become a Ryoka, nor would Sakibe Kyōga have held on to his admiration and adoration for her even as he died.
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