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"Kurotsuchi Mayuri, huh…" Urahara Kisuke ran a hand through his short, tousled blond hair, a troubled look on his face. "That's one very troublesome fellow." He sighed, eyes narrowing behind his striped hat. "I didn't expect him to come to Karakura Town. This is turning into a serious headache…"
After hearing the report from Moyu, Urahara sat back, deep in thought, already running through countermeasures in his mind. As a fellow scientist, he was well aware of Kurotsuchi Mayuri's extraordinary analytical abilities and his arsenal of obscure techniques. A single visit might be manageable—but if he kept coming back, there was a real risk he'd uncover the existence of the Urahara Shop and its underground facilities. And if that happened, they wouldn't just be dealing with Kurotsuchi. It might be the captains of the Gotei 13 knocking next time. After all, Urahara was a fugitive, condemned by a sentence issued directly from Central 46. The so-called "lofty sages" of Soul Society—blinded by pride and hypocrisy—would not pass up a chance to restore their authority. And Mayuri? He'd be all too happy to see that day come. The grudge he held against Urahara ran deep—driven by jealousy and a festering sense of inferiority.
"The report's delivered," Moyu said, rising from his seat. "Thanks for the tea." He set down his cup, savoring the lingering taste. Since Moyu's suggestion during his last visit, Tessai had swapped out the usual brew for fresh green tea. A minor improvement for Moyu—another nail in the coffin for Urahara Shop's already declining business.
Just as he turned to leave—"Ah—wait!" Urahara suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm. "Mr. Moyu, I need a favor!" Moyu's brows twitched. A bad feeling crept into his chest. "…What favor?"
Urahara smiled slyly, like a fox that had cornered a rabbit. "I've figured out why Mayuri came to this world. And I have a pretty good idea of what he's after next. So I was wondering if maybe you could—"
"No," Moyu shut it down without hesitation. "Not happening. Don't even think about it." Mayuri had clearly shown interest in his Reiatsu—and Moyu had nearly struck him down for it. If Urahara had similar intentions, Moyu wouldn't hesitate to send him to meet the Soul King either. In the end, both of them were scientists. The only difference was that Urahara had slightly better emotional control.
"Fair enough, fair enough," Urahara chuckled without offense, as though expecting that exact reaction. "Let's forget about the Reiatsu issue for now. We've got something much more important to handle. Come with me."
That cryptic tone stirred Moyu's curiosity. He followed Urahara toward the rear of the shop and beneath the store, descending into the hidden underground training base. Moyu had visited it multiple times since his arrival in the human world. The massive subterranean space stretched far beyond Karakura Town's surface area. It was sustained by incredibly high-level spatial Kidō—Tessai's handiwork, without a doubt.
Inside Urahara's private research lab, two figures darted between strange machinery and glowing consoles. "So this is what's so urgent?" Moyu's gaze narrowed as he stared at the monitor in front of him. A desolate landscape of rolling white dunes and scattered dead grass scrolled across the screen—eerily still, lifeless.
"Shhh. Watch closely," Urahara lifted a finger to his lips.
Just then, the image on the screen shifted. The desert trembled—then collapsed. Miles of white sand caved in on itself, swallowed by the earth. Massive quartz trees burst from the ground, rapidly consuming the landscape as they surged upward.
"What…" Moyu's eyes widened, the beginnings of a realization flashing in his mind. "…Is this Hueco Mundo?!"
"Bingo!" Out of nowhere, Urahara launched a party popper. Fireworks burst inside the lab, raining down colorful confetti. "Congratulations, correct answer! Too bad—no prize. To be precise, this is the Forest of the Menos Grande!"
Moyu's pupils shrank. He now understood why Urahara had shown him this footage. The Forest of the Menos—deep beneath Hueco Mundo's surface—was home to Gillians and their ilk. It was typically overseen by a commander-level Hollow designated by Aizen. That much, Moyu already knew.
Urahara's playful expression dropped, giving way to rare seriousness. "After the Hueco Mundo war… The Forest of the Menos has started expanding."
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