Morning, dim light.
Inside the room, Uchiha Madara opened his eyes and sat up. After washing up and getting dressed, he prepared to make food.
Actually, having already entered the realm of gods, he didn't need to eat or even sleep. But Uchiha Madara didn't give up these habits of being a "person". He wanted to make himself feel in his heart that he was still a person, not some god who didn't eat human food.
Knock knock knock.
Just as he was about to light the stove, a rhythmic knock suddenly echoed.
Walking to the entrance, he opened the door. Standing outside was a green guy wearing wooden sandals and with a stubbly beard.
The guy held a cane in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right, with a sly smile on his face. "Oh my, oh my, good morning, Mr. Madara. I brought you breakfast, want to eat together?"
Uchiha Madara didn't speak, and walked back expressionlessly.
The wooden sandal guy didn't mind his coldness, and followed Uchiha Madara into the living room with a smile, finding a seat as if he were familiar with the place. "Gee, breakfast shops in this city are really hard to find. I ran two blocks."
Uchiha Madara looked at him taking out rice balls, soy milk, and two paper bags containing fried noodle bread from the plastic bag, and said flatly, "I don't remember you being such an enthusiastic person, Urahara Kisuke."
"Ahahaha, that's because my enthusiasm is only for a small number of people!" Urahara Kisuke pressed down his hat brim and smiled: "Especially for someone as amazing as Mr. Madara, I'm very enthusiastic."
"Aren't you afraid your enthusiasm is misplaced?" Uchiha Madara said meaningfully.
"Oh my, I'm a little worried about that problem." Urahara Kisuke picked up a bag of fried noodle bread, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth. "That's why I came to see you, the big shot."
Uchiha Madara was silent for a moment, then picked up a rice ball on the table. "What do you want to know?"
"What does Mr. Madara think of the Soul King?"
"Just a useless person who has broken away from the world."
"Oh my, that's really rebellious and shocking." Urahara Kisuke widened his eyes in feigned surprise, took a sip of soy milk and said, "In a way, you seem to be the same kind of person as Aizen."
"If that's the case, what are you going to do?" Uchiha Madara looked at him expressionlessly.
"Ahaha, you're exaggerating, I wouldn't dare to do anything." Shaking his head, Urahara Kisuke waved his hand and said, "I'm just a poor wretch exiled by the Soul Society, barely scraping by in this world."
"Is that so?" Uchiha Madara scoffed, his face mocking.
"But, Mr. Madara should be very clear about the turmoil that would be caused if the Soul King dies." Urahara Kisuke lowered his head, the outline of his eyes hidden by his hat brim. "Please don't do anything useless."
Uchiha Madara raised his eyebrows slightly and said coldly, "Are you threatening me?"
"No, just advice! Advice!" Urahara Kisuke laughed, finishing the last drop of soy milk in the cup. "Oh my, what a nice breakfast. Well, then, I'll take my leave."
Uchiha Madara didn't try to keep him, and just watched him disappear from his sight.
Obviously, this former head of the Research and Development Department's visit was meaningful. He must have discovered something, or Kyōraku Shunsui told him something, so he came in person to test things out.
He's a smart person. But unfortunately, they aren't on the same path. It's impossible for them to be on the same path.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Uchiha Madara opened the group chat interface. The first thing that caught his eye was the notification that the live stream had started. And the streamer was actually Deadpool?
Curious, he was about to enter the live stream, but at this moment the live stream had ended.
This is an Actor:?
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Ah, Anzen-san is awake? Good morning.
Doujin Artist: Good morning. Even though it's afternoon here, I'll still give you face. @This is an Actor
This is an Actor: Thanks, what was up with Deadpool's live stream?
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: A disgusting live stream, everyone left after watching for a few seconds.
Curly-haired Guy: That idiot was actually live streaming himself taking a shower, damn it! The whole screen was covered in mosaics, it was mental!
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: Hey, buddy! You can't say that, I sacrificed my good looks to please you guys! At least give me some flowers and applause!
Doujin Artist: Flowers my ass, being spared a pile of crap is already giving you face.
This is an Actor: Live streaming yourself taking a shower, you're really talented.
Curly-haired Guy: He's a pervert! This guy is completely and utterly a pervert! Ruining the atmosphere of the whole group, I strongly suggest executing him!
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Speaking of ruining the atmosphere, Gin, you're not much better, are you?
Doujin Artist: Exactly! You got caught visiting a brothel yourself, how dare you talk about others? Where's your face?
Wig Guy: Hmph! Gintoki's face is just shamelessness.
Curly-haired Guy: Shut up, damn wig! Isn't my reputation ruined because of you? You bastard, I trusted you so much! You actually pulled this stunt in the group?
Wig Guy: No, I just wanted to give you a chance to turn over a new leaf. Visiting brothels has no future.
Curly-haired Guy: Working at a trap bar like you is very promising, isn't it, bastard!
Amegakure Village's Angel: Ah, is my dear awake? Good morning, mua~
Doujin Artist: Pfft, wow! Konan-nee, you're really using what you just learned, aren't you? Aren't you considering Kotonoha-chan's feelings?
Amegakure Village's Angel: Ehe, I think Kotonoha-chan will forgive me.
Machete Girl: You've already said that, what else can I do but forgive you? This city is empty, but I can't find my way back. The humble me can only live in your shadow.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: ???
Machete Girl: Lyrics, don't think too much.
Doujin Artist: Then why don't you just sing it, sing it out!
Machete Girl: Learning to exorcise from nuns who worship Satan, can't ruin this sacred atmosphere. [Image]
Opening the image, what caught the eye was a dimly lit room. A long-haired girl was tied to the bed, her eyes rolled back, and her expression twisted as she opened her mouth wide.
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: Oh my god, what is this horror movie set?
Curly-haired Guy: What sacred atmosphere are you talking about, where can you see any sacredness in this? And what's with this nun, why is she holding a knife instead of a cross for exorcism?
Machete Girl: She says it's getting rid of demons with force, I don't really understand it.
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