"Weren't you the child who came to my house for a meal that day? Is something the matter?" Retsu Unohana radiated a gentleness completely different from Aizen's.
It was the sort of feeling that put one utterly at ease, like basking in warm sunlight on a spring day.
"Uh... I have something I'd like to ask Mr. Yamabuki about," Kisuke Urahara said.
"He may not be back for a while. Find somewhere to sit for now," Unohana said gently, bringing the boy into the room.
Compared to the bustle of the day he had come to freeload a meal, the room was unusually quiet today. There was no one here besides the two of them.
Unohana started preparing the meal. Before long, Yamabuki Chidori returned as well. When he saw Kisuke Urahara, surprise spread across his face. That brat actually has the nerve to come looking for me?
"Did you come to apologize?" Yamabuki Chidori reached out and tapped him on the forehead.
Kisuke Urahara said mysteriously, "Can the two of us talk in private?"
"Of course." After thinking about it for an entire night, Yamabuki Chidori had figured it out. Kisuke Urahara's intelligence would indeed become formidable once he matured, but intelligence did not represent everything.
Without matching strength, even the most brilliant strategy was nothing but empty speculation.
Take the simplest example.
If Zhuge Liang were given three mediocre assistants, could they stop Xing Daorong's hundred-thousand-man army?
It was a rather profound comparison.
Zhuge Kongming's strategic genius was unmatched beneath heaven, but even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice.
Faced with a mighty hundred-thousand-man army charging toward him, even Zhuge Kongming, wise to the point of seeming demonic, would be helpless.
Xing Daorong, on the other hand—yes, General Xing's head might not be the sharpest, but