In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Gao Shan forced a smile this time: "Ah, I have to trouble you again."

So the two of them entered the captain's quarters openly.

It was not until they entered the house that Aizen's brows furrowed and he asked in a low voice, "Why is it so fast this time?"

"It's been less than three days since the last time, right?"

"who knows."

Takasugi gritted his teeth this time, enduring the sensation of his spirit being torn away from him. He held up his weakened body and said self-deprecatingly, "It was just a 'failure' in the first place."

“It’s possible for something to go wrong at any time.”

Aizen seemed to have known this for a long time and nodded slightly: "Forget it, come in quickly."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and created a thin crack in the air.

Then, that piece of space was torn down by him like a curtain, revealing a dark passage leading to an unknown space.

Gao Shan didn't say much this time and walked in quickly.

Aizen also quickly followed him in.

When the two walked out of the space passage, what appeared before their eyes was a spacious laboratory with dim lights deep underground.

Abandoned experimental tools and tangled cables were lying on the side. Only a few experimental tables in the entire basement maintained power supply. Giant glass columns over ten meters long stood among them. Some of them were completely broken, and the liquid inside had evaporated to an unknown place.

There are only a few that are well preserved, and inside they are still sealed lumps of flesh of various shapes and appearances, so different that calling them deformed would be an exaggeration.

Through the bone masks that were barely attached to the flesh, and the black cloth covering certain small objects, it was possible to barely recognize that these people were either Hollows or Death Gods in their previous lives.

But no matter what, they are all dead now.

This time, Takasugi and Aizen were accustomed to the surrounding environment. They walked quickly across the slightly moist path and headed straight for the deepest part of the laboratory.

Until the innermost door was pushed open with the harsh sound of metal friction.

This revealed the innermost situation.

There is only one glass column in this room.

The creatures preserved inside are also very complete compared to those outside the door.

It was a sleeping woman with a total length of more than three meters from top to bottom, with her hands clasped around her magnificent and plump breasts with her fingers crossed, her delicate skin showing a light blue color under the dim light in the basement, her whole body naked, her face gentle with a hint of intelligence - if you ignore the bony structure on her back that was like crab legs and claws and spread out like wings towards the surroundings, and the thick and straight tail that had accidentally grown in front of her.

In the dim light, the two could see the metal nameplate affixed to the base of the glass column.

【Roja Glantz】

Only after entering this room did the pale-faced Takasugi finally breathe a sigh of relief. He hurriedly reached out and tugged at the front of his clothes, saying to the man beside him:

"Okay, we can start the activation now."

Aizen nodded silently and strode towards the woman standing in the center of the room.

This time, Takasugi let out a long breath and took off his entire upper body of the Shinigami suit, revealing his muscular upper body covered with scars and burns.

That was the 'merit' he left behind from countless battles in Hueco Mundo.

However, now, among his countless scars, on the left side of his chest corresponding to his heart.

There is a small bone mask that just covers the right half of the face, just like the deformed body that was forcibly implanted in it, quietly clinging to it.

If you look more closely, you can find that there are countless purple-blue meridian traces around the mask, which are continuously supplying spiritual particles towards the mask.

If someone could see Takasugi's current spiritual state with their own eyes, they would find that his spiritual body is on the verge of collapse.

The amount of that rare spiritual particle is almost less than that of an ordinary official.

Instead, countless dark and gloomy virtual forces were continuously spreading throughout his body.

For a captain-level warrior, even if he were to enter the third level of spiritual power, he would almost certainly die.

However, Takasugi acted as if he was used to it this time and let out a long breath.

Aizen quickly walked up to the woman, pressed his palm on an activation panel, and slowly injected spiritual pressure.

With the injection of this small amount of spiritual pressure, the woman who was originally in a sleeping state suddenly showed an extremely painful expression, like a manic patient who was suddenly awakened from her sleep. Her body kept shaking, and she covered her empty face tightly, constantly making silent wails.

Almost in an instant, countless golden threads suddenly shot out from the woman's body, constantly exploring in all directions, as if frantically searching for something.

"puff!"

Until one of the silk threads pierced the mask on Takasugi Ito's chest, the struggling woman suddenly stopped.

At the same time, Takasugi also let out a long sigh.

The whole person seemed to relax.

After a while, the golden thread connected to the mask broke with a "crack".

Takasugi, who had been pale before, now had completely regained his color on the surface of his skin, and his previous weak look was completely gone.

Seeing him stand up, Aizen also withdrew his hand.

The woman in the glass column fell into sleep again.

He turned to look at Gao Shan, frowned and asked: "How long can you last this time?"

"If it's like today again, I may not be able to bring you here in time."

"who knows."

Gao Shan's tone was cold this time, and his fingertips gently stroked the bone mask on his chest.

If you tap lightly with your fingertips, you can hear a hollow muffled sound coming from under the mask.

The chest beneath this mask was already empty.

Perhaps it was because he suddenly realized this, or perhaps it was because of the weakness that came from this body during that period of time, Takasugi unconsciously clenched his fists this time, and his knuckles turned pale.

Yes.

This power does not belong to him.

Even though he joined Motojijuku early on and found his own Shikai during the battle, Takasugi was very clear this time that he was not a gifted guy either.

After the Seireitei Rebellion ended, he entered the Shinō Spiritual Academy under the arrangement of the team and graduated with only average grades.

At that time, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would probably not be able to compare with those monster-like guys.

This turned out to be true later.

Whether it was that bastard Kuriyashiki or those damned former nobles Kyōraku and Ukitake, they easily became the top three members of the team.

Only he stopped moving after his spiritual power level reached the fifth level.

In order to break through this threshold and become a powerful god of death like Lord Yamamoto and Lord Fujimiya, Takasugi volunteered to join the Hueco Mundo Expeditionary Force two hundred years ago, trying to fight his way through this threshold that was welded to his life.

But unfortunately, even after going through hundreds of battles and countless life-and-death experiences, his strength still hasn't improved at all.

until that day.

The real 'monster' appeared in front of him and easily killed all his companions, leaving him alone, kneeling on the spot trembling.

When he came to his senses, he had already obtained this terrifying power that he had never dared to imagine before, and could even compete with the captain-level strongmen.

But I don’t know where my heart has gone.

This time, Takasugi's palm touched the bone mask, but he could only feel the cold and hard touch.

No more pulsating heartbeats.

This strange feeling makes one feel so tense that one can hardly control oneself.

"What should we do next?" Aizen's voice sounded in his ears.

Takasugi's consciousness was finally brought back to the present.

He frowned and said calmly, "It's not enough."

"If I want to defeat Fujimiya head-on, my current strength is far from enough."

"According to the theory of the total amount of spirit particles."

"At least, it needs to be tripled."

“We have to keep speeding up.”

Hearing this, Aizen couldn't help but frown: "Is there any need to be so anxious?"

"The captain should have been severely injured by you, right?"

"Ah."

Gao Shan nodded calmly this time: "I don't have much time left."

"If that weren't the case, it would have been much more appropriate to slowly accumulate over a hundred years rather than rushing out like this."

"We must eradicate all former nobles in the shortest possible time."

He seemed to sigh a little.

In this short life, we must do something to be worthy of this power that was once unattainable.

Aizen frowned slightly: "With such a large quantity, where can we find so many people?"

This time, Gao Shan seemed to have already decided on his goal and turned to look at him:

"Go to the present world."

Chapter 194 Let’s Think About It Again

On the other side, after several days of extensive search.

Wearing a pure white haori, Fujimiya Makoto stepped over the threshold of the 12th Division Research Institute and strode inside.

The Grim Reapers in white coats on the street saluted respectfully.

"Fujimiya-sama."

"Captain Fujimiya."

"Ah."

Facing occasional greetings along the way, Fujimiya Makoto always kept a cold face, simply nodded in response, and walked straight to the backyard.

A rational, serious and formal demeanor.

Seeing this, the researchers who were familiar with him naturally did not dare to talk as much as before, and watched him move towards the innermost part.

Those who were a little more informed even whispered about the inside story.

"Master Fujimiya must have discovered some clues, right?"

"After all, the impact of that incident is very bad, so it needs to be resolved quickly."

"If it's Master Fujimiya, then there's definitely no problem."

"Yes, that's Master Fujimiya!"

Many people muttered in low voices behind their backs.

Only a few senior officials heard their discussion and looked towards Fujimiya Makoto with suspicion.

Time passes.

Three hundred years have passed, and after countless official propaganda campaigns by the Gotei 13, no one would point at Fujimiya Makoto and call him a pervert like they did back then.

At most, there would be a few people who got drunk and told their juniors some "interesting stories" and "secrets" related to Lord Fujimiya at the party.

However, most people just listen to it as an urban legend.

Only a very small number of people like Aizen Umi, who have gradually come into contact with more "old men", will avoid him like a tiger.

Before he knew it, even Fujimiya Makoto himself began to frown in front of his subordinates.

A gentleman is really fragrant!

He enjoyed the respectful looks from those around him along the way, and went straight into the core research institute located deeper in the backyard, and walked into the room with the sign "Director's Office" on it as if he knew the way.

"boom!"