In front of the desk,
Kurosaki Isshin, wearing a stethoscope and a white coat,
looked at the screen displaying himself, clad in a black Shinigami uniform, standing side-by-side with Shihouin Yoruichi and Urahara Kisuke.
His eyes instantly widened like copper bell!
Zanpakuto.
Shinigami uniform.
Doesn't this mean...
His Shinigami powers, lost for over two decades,
have completely recovered?
He flipped over and sat up straight.
Kurosaki Isshin's dark face no longer showed any hint of casualness.
He stared intently,
his gaze fixed on the video footage.
His emotions were incredibly complex.
There was shock, surprise, and at the same time, suspicion!
"This couldn't be one of Urahara Kisuke's pranks, could it?"
After calmly settling his mind,
the first thing Kurosaki Isshin thought of was the shop owner, who usually enjoyed playing tricks.
Holographic projections, video editing, special effects production...
In Kurosaki Isshin's view, with Urahara Kisuke's superior intelligence, achieving the above points would not be difficult.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ponder doubtfully: "But... if he really did it, wouldn't it be too grand? These realistic scenes and images must take a lot of effort to produce!"
"Given Urahara Kisuke's frivolous personality..."
"Would he really be willing to do this for a prank?"
Kurosaki Isshin expressed his doubt!
In his impression, Urahara Kisuke's past pranks were nothing more than a few things—deceiving people, giving laxatives, serving expired food, etc...
Although annoying,
they were never excessive.
Moreover, for so many years,
Urahara Shop's business had always been dismal.
A large part of the reason was Urahara Kisuke's erratic work ethic!
He would either sleep in,
or go fishing,
or hide in the basement tinkering with experiments.
Therefore,
Kurosaki Isshin did not believe
that Urahara Kisuke, with his casual work style, would deliberately create such a realistic inventory video to deceive himself.
Doing so would not only yield no profit, but even if he did manage to deceive himself, the effect would be minimal.
It would simply be a thankless task!
"But..."
"What about this immersive, realistic feeling?!" Kurosaki Isshin's brow was almost twisted into the shape of the character "Sichuan" (chuan, river).
He was like the Great Daoist.
When staring at the video footage, he also felt a sense of breathlessness,
even more intensely!
"The fluctuations of spiritual pressure are not fictitious; that feeling is as if it's right before my eyes! Mere video images absolutely cannot be this realistic!"
The more calmly he analyzed,
the more Kurosaki Isshin felt a chilling apprehension.
With his strength, his full power could be evenly matched with Aizen before he fused with the Hōgyoku, so his perception of spiritual pressure was naturally extraordinary.
Although he still didn't know who the enemy was,
the spiritual pressure surging on the battlefield made the air almost stagnant.
Without a doubt!
These battle scenes are very likely real!
"No... I must find out immediately!"
Realizing the seriousness of the situation,
Kurosaki Isshin stopped thinking, quickly grabbed the landline in front of him, and promptly dialed Urahara Shop's number.
He was eager to find out
what exactly was going on with all of this, the scenes in the inventory video!
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On the other side.
Seireitei, Second Division Barracks.
"Is that... Yoruichi?!"
With a bang!
The teacup shattered on the floor!
Steaming tea splattered across the clean floor.
The quiet atmosphere in the squad room was broken.
At this moment,
the Captain of the Second Division, Suì-Fēng,
this famously cold beauty of the Gotei 13,
her pale, pretty face was no longer aloof, but wore an expression of indescribable shock!
"She's alive after all!!!"
She murmured to herself as if in a trance.
Suì-Fēng trembled, her lips quivering, her eyes flickering wildly.
Shock!
Hostility!
And... a hint of hidden ecstasy!
One hundred years ago,
when Suì-Fēng was still a young girl,
she had just joined the Gotei 13 not long before.
She was merely a small attendant by Yoruichi's side.
Through daily interaction, Suì-Fēng gradually grew, developing an almost "pathological" admiration for Yoruichi, who was at the height of her power then.
Even now,
after a hundred years,
that emotion still existed, just like this scene.
Just a glance at the screen,
and Suì-Fēng could hardly conceal her agitated emotions!
"Captain, are you alright?"
A timid voice came from Ōmaeda Marechiyo beside her.
Looking at the fragments on the ground and then at Suì-Fēng's discomposed appearance,
Ōmaeda Marechiyo shrank his neck.
He was too scared to say another word.
"Cough, cough... I'm fine!"
She coldly glanced at Ōmaeda.
Suì-Fēng took a deep breath, barely managing to calm herself.
However, when she looked at the screen, her eyes were still very complex, clearly just feigning composure.
"Captain Suì-Fēng..."
"Not only Shihouin Yoruichi, but also Shiba Isshin and Urahara Kisuke have appeared! It's truly incredible!" Ōmaeda exclaimed.
One hundred years ago,
although he was still a child,
because his father, Kinosuke, was the former Vice-Captain of the Second Division,
Ōmaeda often followed him and freely entered and exited the Second Division Barracks, naturally having seen the shop owner and Yoruichi many times.
As for Isshin,
he was once the former Captain of the Tenth Division.
This was not a secret either.
"Indeed..." Suì-Fēng nodded noncommittally, "I didn't expect the three of them to appear together, and they seem to be caught in a battle!"
Suì-Fēng frowned deeply.
As the Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukidō,
her sixth sense was sharper than anyone else's.
Her intuition told Suì-Fēng...
that the appearance of the shop owner's trio
was not merely a coincidence.
Within it,
a shocking conspiracy might be hidden!
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Chapter 07: The Oppression of Hōgyoku Aizen!
The same thing
was happening in various corners of the Soul Reaper World.
First Division, Captain's Office.
The ancient-style room was enveloped in a solemn atmosphere.
In front of the transparent screen, Chōjirō Sasakibe was sweating profusely, looking with awe and concern at the Captain Commander, who remained silent in front of the wooden desk.
Ever since the video footage reappeared.