Oda Nobunaga's doubts were not dispelled.
Whether before or after his death, his long life was filled with betrayal and being betrayed.
The Honnoji Incident is the most famous, but not the only one.
Aizen didn't care whether he believed him or not, and reached into his robes to pull out a bottle, tossing it over. "This is a potion that can temporarily suppress your fiery energy."
Oda Nobunaga caught the bottle, but instead of drinking immediately, he asked, "You already had a way to cure me?"
Aizen smiled but didn't answer, continuing, "The plan for the end of May will proceed as scheduled. Don't bring it forward or delay it. The snow lotus will only appear at that time during the tax collection procession."
"It seems my death is near; you're making no attempt to hide your malice now."
Despite uttering harsh words, Oda Nobunaga relaxed, opened the bottle, and drank the medicine inside in one gulp.
As long as Aizen still wants to use him for something, the two can still be trusted allies.
Aizen wasn't annoyed by his words, and said in a light tone, "Aren't you also enjoying it? Our original agreement was to work together to defeat Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, without guaranteeing the other's safety. Whether they live or die depends on their respective methods."
The cool medicine gradually suppressed the heat, and the long-awaited relief allowed Oda Nobunaga to straighten his back, his eyes becoming bright and alert. "That's right, I want to thank you for the opportunity you gave me."
I hope you succeed.
Aizen smiled. His goal was to cover up the Hollowfication Experiment in the World of the Living. The more trouble Shiraishi and Oda Nobunaga caused in Soul Society, the better.
"Heh heh." Oda Nobunaga let out a cold laugh.
Aizen didn't stay any longer and left with a Shunpo.
Seeing that the person had left, Kichō couldn't help but ask, " Nobunaga, who was that person just now?"
"Just a tiny, insignificant Shinigami." A look of reminiscence crossed Oda Nobunaga's eyes.
Three hundred years ago, he failed in his assassination attempt on Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, suffering fatal burns that made escape from the Seireitei impossible.
When he was at his most desperate, Sōsuke Aizen appeared, claiming to be a mere Shinigami, yet he was able to easily take him out of Seireitei and let him settle down in the West District Ten.
Even the hot springs that relieve the heat were designed by Aizen.
It now seems that guy started planning today a long time ago.
No, Oda Nobunaga overturned that judgment. No one could have foreseen that far ahead. It was more likely a pawn he casually placed in his early years and used whenever he thought of it.
I was really underestimated.
He thought this to himself, but he wasn't angry. Being looked down upon was a good thing, it meant that the other party wouldn't be plotting against him wholeheartedly.
In the Battle of Okehazama, he was able to win against overwhelming odds. Aside from his military talent, the main reason was that Imagawa Yoshimoto did not take him seriously and believed that taking Owari was a sure thing.
It was that underestimating him that allowed him to turn the tide and become famous.
The same thing happened this time.
Oda Nobunaga gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, a surge of fighting spirit rising from his chest. He was determined to defeat Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, seize Soul Society, advance into the Human World, conquer Hueco Mundo World of the Living, eliminate all visible threats, and achieve unprecedented dominance.
The Soul King? What's that? He'll become the ruler of the Three Realms!
Oda Nobunaga, beaming with pride, said, "Let's go to the West District 15 and meet up with Miyamoto and the others."
"Yes." Kichō had no objection, even though she had many doubts in her heart and felt that the Shinigami she had just seen was unbelievable, but she still didn't say anything.
The problems she can think of, Nobunaga can certainly think of too, and he will have a way to deal with them.
She doesn't need to be so clever.
A few minutes later, two Stealth Force team members arrived in the dense forest.
One person examined the wounds of the seven dead soldiers, while another began to sense whether there were any traces of enemy Reiatsu remaining in the surrounding area.
"They all died from techniques from different schools of martial arts; were there reinforcements from the enemy?"
The team member checking the wound stood up, his brow furrowed slightly. He had initially thought it was a small organization, but with backup, things were different.
This indicates that a larger organization exists outside of this smaller one.
"There's no residual Reiatsu at the scene, so they seem to be a rather powerful group. Go back and report to the captain to ask how to handle it. I'll stay and guard the bodies."
"Good."
Without excessive prevarication, their Stealth Force operations are all about efficiency and cleanliness.
Ogawa Jirō turned around and used Shunpo to rush back. Before long, he returned to the West District Ten.
" Captain Soi Fon, seven members of the squad who went to the southwest to pursue the enemy have been killed: three from the 11th Division, two from the Eighth Division, and two from the Second Division. The enemy's whereabouts are unknown."
Soi Fon hearing this report, Suifeng's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Despite being considered weaklings by Shiraishi, the squad members are quite formidable in Rukongai, and there are very few reports of casualties.
Could it be Shiraishi?
This possibility was too much for Soi Fon to ignore, so he immediately used Shunpo to get there.
Within a few breaths, she reached the woods and saw the body on the ground.
The subordinate standing nearby quickly said, " Captain Soi Fon."
"Hmm." She responded aloofly, walked to the corpse, squatted down, and reached out to touch the wound. The wound didn't look like Shiraishi's Zanpakuto, but it was still quite powerful, with no trace of Reiatsu remaining.
It hadn't been long... She fell into deep thought.
call.
Another figure appeared beside them, wearing a floral overcoat and a straw hat. "Is that Shiraishi?"
"No, the killer is someone else. Was he deliberately using different techniques to kill them to show off? Or was he hiding his true fighting style?"
Soi Fon muttered to himself.
That's Oda Nobunaga.
When Shunsui Kyōraku questioned Shiraishi about his whereabouts, he unexpectedly learned from a member of the group that the leader of this organization was Oda Nobunaga.
Soi Fon stood up and asked, "Do you know him?"
" Oda Nobunaga assassinated the Captain-Commander three hundred years ago. I thought he died somewhere in Seireitei, but who knew he would hide in the underground of the West District Ten and build such a huge organization."
Shunsui Kyōraku, lowered his straw hat, sensing that things were getting increasingly complicated.
He couldn't believe for a second that he escaped Seireitei with such fatal burns without anyone's help.
In his mind, there was only one person who would do such a pointless thing.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada.
Shunsui Kyōraku felt a deep disgust and helplessness towards this Seireitei. Since the Kakyō incident, that guy's actions had become increasingly covert.
Even he couldn't find any fault with it.
Sometimes, he even considered assassinating the person without regard for his status as captain or any evidence.
However, the opponent is quite formidable and cannot be easily killed.
"This is really troublesome," Shunsui Kyōraku sighed deeply.
A chaotic surge of Reishi drew nearer Kenpachi Zaraki's tall figure appeared in the dense forest, asking immediately, "Where is Shiraishi?"
Soi Fon replied irritably, "I don't know."
Kenpachi Zaraki, thoroughly tired of this game of hide-and-seek, asked impatiently, "Where did that guy hide?"