Hearing Yoruichi's words, Satoru was taken aback.
According to her, Kisuke Urahara hadn't yet risen to a high position in the 2nd Division, let alone been transferred to the 12th Division.
In other words, the current Kisuke Urahara was like Ma○n in 1994 or Ma○ateng in 1998—an untapped stock with unlimited growth potential.
With just a little favor, Satoru could make him grateful and indebted.
Then, he could freely exploit Kisuke, making him conduct all kinds of research and develop inventions that would benefit him.
His demands weren't too high—just accelerate the hardware technology and video game development progress in the human world by about two hundred years.
Given Kisuke's capabilities, that shouldn't be too much to ask, right?
Imagining the bright future ahead, Satoru couldn't help but smile.
Seeing his reaction, Yoruichi gave him a puzzled look.
Kisuke Urahara… Judging by the name, it should be a man.
Was he the kind of cute, androgynous type?
Satoru's tastes really were broad.
A hint of admiration (?) sprouted in Yoruichi's heart.
...
...
"Sōsuke!!!"
At Satoru's shout, many people in the cafeteria instinctively turned to look at Aizen, who was sitting in a corner.
Aizen sighed and rubbed his forehead.
In all his years, he had hated irrational things the most, and the second most was being the center of attention.
Satoru was like a premium two-in-one deal—one person covering both.
Under Aizen's resigned gaze, Satoru swiftly dashed across half the cafeteria to his side.
Seeing Aizen eating alone, Satoru asked curiously, "Where's Young Master Kuchiki and Seinosuke?"
"Sōjun didn't come to school all day today—no idea where he went. Seinosuke is holed up in the dorm, studying intently. He even had a friend bring his meal back for him."
Aizen spoke calmly.
Hearing this, Satoru frowned.
With Sōjun's personality, he would never skip class without reason.
He decided to ask Teacher Kinoshita later—he should know something.
He served himself a meal and sat down opposite Aizen, then began recounting the Hakuda techniques he had learned from Yamamoto that day.
At first, Aizen listened calmly while eating, but soon, his expression shifted to one of astonishment.
"I see... As expected of Captain-Commander Yamamoto. With this method of channeling power, spiritual pressure and physical strength can be perfectly synchronized, unleashing unimaginably explosive techniques."
"Any technique developed from this training method may appear ordinary—just a simple Hakuda strike—but the power hidden within is likely more terrifying than most Kidō spells."
Listening to Aizen's assessment, Satoru's eyes widened.
Unlike him, a transmigrator, Aizen had never seen Yamamoto's "Ikotsu, Nikotsu" techniques.
Yet, based solely on the basic training method Satoru had relayed, Aizen had already deduced most of the effects these techniques would achieve in the future.
Was this guy really just a student his own age, and not some ancient monster reborn?
While Satoru was still stunned, Aizen had already begun contemplating how to apply these techniques.
After a moment, he suddenly asked, "Satoru, how much of these Hakuda techniques have you mastered?"
Satoru held his soup bowl. "I just started learning today. How much could I possibly grasp?"
"Perfect. Eat quickly. After we finish, let's go spar and train."
The Hakuda training method Satoru had brought back had piqued Aizen's interest.
After finishing their meal, the two headed to the dojo, changed into Hakuda training attire, and began practicing according to Yamamoto's method.
At first, Aizen was slightly unaccustomed to it—his timing in releasing spiritual pressure often didn't sync with his movements.
But in less than half an hour, he gradually got the hang of it.
"Ha!!"
Aizen's expression turned serious as he suddenly stepped forward, his fist launching from his waist.
Though the movement wasn't particularly fast, Satoru felt an overwhelming pressure, as if facing some monstrous beast.
He raised his arms, condensing spiritual pressure into a shield to block.
Dodging this punch would have been easy, but he was curious—what kind of effect could Aizen's strike produce?
BOOM!!!!
The sheer force of the impact nearly made his eyes pop out.
Aizen's punch seemed unremarkable, the kind any martial artist could throw.
But… the moment his fist made contact with Satoru's forearm, a terrifying surge of spiritual pressure erupted. The two forces combined, piercing straight through the spiritual shield and his defensive stance, driving deep into his body.
Had it not been for his immense spiritual pressure, that punch might have knocked his dinner right out of him.
Aizen, standing opposite him, also looked at his own hand in surprise.
Even he hadn't expected such a devastating effect.
Yamamoto had only taught Satoru the basic training method, not any specific techniques.
This punch was entirely Aizen's own experimentation, built upon Yamamoto's foundation.
Yet, it had turned out so ferocious.
Snapping back to reality, Aizen hurried over. "Satoru, are you alright?"
"I'll live," Satoru replied, shaking his wrist with a pained grimace.
His gaze at Aizen now was like looking at some kind of monster.
Not because of how powerful that punch had been, but because he never expected Aizen's strike to trigger a system notification.
[Detected that bound target "Sōsuke Aizen" has acquired a new skill. Auto-syncing in progress… Sync complete!]
[Your understanding of Hakuda has improved. You have successfully mastered the secret technique: Ikotsu!]
This freak of a guy actually managed to learn one of Yamamoto's ultimate moves, Ikotsu, just by relying on basic training methods and his own experimentation!
This was absolutely unbelievable.
Seeing that Satoru was unharmed, Aizen let out a sigh of relief.
He smiled faintly. "That move just now was something I figured out in a moment of inspiration."
"I'll explain how to use it to you. Try it yourself and see if you can pull it off."
Hearing this, Satoru shook his head. "No need. I already know it."
Aizen blinked, slightly puzzled. "Are you sure? That move wasn't just a simple punch or releasing spiritual pressure."
"Then how about we test it?" Satoru grinned mischievously.
Seeing that expression, Aizen felt a twinge of unease.
Still, he couldn't believe that Satoru had already mastered a technique he himself had only stumbled upon by chance.
After a moment's thought, he nodded and took a defensive stance, signaling for Satoru to attack.
Satoru chuckled.
Under Aizen's watchful gaze, he took a deep breath.
Then, clenching his right hand into a fist—
Unlike Aizen's tentative strike, this punch was brimming with confidence—
Ikotsu!!!
Watching the fist hurtling toward him, Aizen's pupils contracted.
The next moment, he was sent flying uncontrollably, as if hit full-force by a speeding truck.
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