The Twelfth Division's barracks were also in shambles.
When Yoriichi walked in with Sōya Azashiro, Mayuri Kurotsuchi was standing in front of an instrument that was barely still functioning.
His face, covered in bizarre makeup, was full of impatience as he raged at a pile of data beside him.
"Oh? If it isn't our great new Captain-Commander."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned his head, drawing out his words with sarcasm.
"What brings you to my dilapidated Research and Development Institute?"
Yoriichi couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.
"I'm going to release Aizen to use as muscle. I need you to make a failsafe that can forcibly restrain him."
At this request, the impatience on Mayuri Kurotsuchi's face instantly turned to undisguised disgust.
He folded his arms across his chest and sneered.
"Lord Captain-Commander, do you perhaps misunderstand the scope of my work?"
Mayuri Kurotsuchi rolled his eyes. "That fellow Aizen was sealed away by the very hands of that revolting man, Kisuke Urahara."
"Do you think I'd lower myself to take over the junk that man left behind?"
"The survival of the Soul Society is at stake. Don't get stubborn now."
Yoriichi frowned. "Can you do it or not?"
"Even if I could, I absolutely wouldn't do it for you."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi refused outright, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Having me study Kisuke Urahara's disgusting sealing formulas would be an insult to my intelligence."
"Any random thing in my Research and Development Institute is far superior to that striped-hat man's shoddy inventions."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi turned away and waved a hand. "If you're so worried, go find that striped-hat bastard yourself."
This mad scientist had a foul, stubborn temper, and his refusal to ever concede was a habit he simply couldn't break.
Yoriichi knew