Chapter 126: Central 46 Meeting!
"Break, Yamamoto's right hand!!"
Satoru raised his Zanpakutō high, black shadows gushing from the blade, instantly piercing through four swordsmen.
All four died with looks of astonishment on their faces.
What the hell was that?
A release command?
Are you kidding me?!
Having taken down four men with one sword stroke, Satoru gave his blade a sharp flick, shaking off non-existent blood.
At this moment, he was the coldest swordsman in Soul Society.
Seeing Satoru easily dispatch the enemy leader, the Shinigami behind him showed excited expressions.
Raising their swords with pure tribal conquest momentum, they charged into the enemy ranks and began hacking wildly.
Satoru moved through the crowd, occasionally picking out more capable opponents and taking them down systematically.
Nearby was a Rukongai residential area.
The Shinigami responsible for protecting this area had all been killed by the rebels.
These rebels seemed to have lost their minds—Satoru was beginning to fail to understand their objectives.
It appeared their greatest pleasure now was attacking Shinigami everywhere and creating chaos.
At this critical moment, Satoru suddenly awakened great wisdom.
He found Yamamoto and offered his brilliant plan—
Who cares what schemes the Tsunayashiro family has? Just charge straight in, kill them all, and everything will be fine!
Unfortunately, his supreme strategy only earned him a gut punch from Yamamoto.
"Fool! If the entire Gotei 13 thought like you, we wouldn't be a protection group—we'd be an assassination squad!"
Standing over Satoru's corpse, Yamamoto transformed into the King of Verbal Abuse, unleashing a torrent of criticism.
Finally, the old man flicked his sleeve:
"What's most important in war?"
"It's righteousness!"
"With your mind full of nothing but fighting and killing, how can you talk about foresight?!"
The corpse climbed up, puzzled: "So you already have a plan, old man?"
Yamamoto stroked his beard.
Then he calmly stated: "The rebels are already like a candle in the wind—not worth worrying about."
Recalling the intense confidence Yamamoto radiated when he said this, Satoru felt this round should be secure.
After all, Old Man Yamamoto had lived over two thousand years—how could he possibly fail at a critical moment?
Soon, this battlefield was cleaned up.
Most rebels were tied up by Squad 2 and taken back to Seireitei to await judgment.
Those already dead were buried in hastily dug pits nearby.
Within days, these corpses would dissipate into Reishi and return to Soul Society.
While handling the bodies, Satoru personally kicked many corpses into the pits.
He also personally completed the backfilling work.
Seeing this newly appointed third seat so willing to lower himself, the squad members were quite moved.
The diligent leader Satoru stood by the pit he had filled himself, confirmed that the rebel experts he buried were all alive and well, and nodded with satisfaction.
He planned to visit Aizen tonight to have him help analyze what schemes Old Man Yamamoto might be plotting.
As a civilized, etiquette-conscious new-era model Shinigami, he naturally understood the principle that when asking for help, one must first offer something in return.
These rebel experts are all excellent experimental subjects, surely they can pry open Aizen's mouth.
Thinking this, Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident smile of one holding all the cards.
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[Collecting specimens in Hueco Mundo, won't return for a few days. Don't disturb unless necessary.]
In Aizen's laboratory in West Rukongai, Satoru looked at the encrypted message on the screen and fell silent.
Returning to the Second Division that evening, he doubled Kisuke's workload.
On the third day after Aizen's departure, Satoru finally learned what was happening.
Accompanied by the cool morning air, the sound of wooden clappers echoed throughout Seireitei.
Each division suddenly received orders.
Lead the elite Shinigami of your division to your respective jurisdictions to ensure Seireitei's security.
Priority level: Alpha!
As the headquarters of the Onmitsukidō, the Second Division was naturally no exception.
Amid the commotion of personnel deployment, Satoru rubbed his hair and approached the busy Marenoshin.
"Uncle Marenoshin, what's going on?"
"It's not like intruders have broken in, right?"
Hearing this, Marenoshin couldn't help but shudder.
He quickly waved his hands: "Don't say such nonsense, don't say such nonsense!"
"If anything goes wrong at a time like this, we'll be in big trouble!"
Under Satoru's gaze, he bent down and lowered his voice:
"Central 46 has called an emergency meeting to discuss a major incident!"
"I heard it was requested by the Kuchiki Clan!"
The Kuchiki Clan?
Satoru was slightly taken aback.
The Kuchiki Clan suddenly requesting a Central 46 meeting at this time... There must be something behind this.
While he was thinking, Marenoshin had already expertly assembled his team.
Following Marenoshin, Satoru arrived at his assigned jurisdiction.
Outside the Central 46 main conference hall.
Massive Kishiseki walls surrounded the entire venue completely.
Many Shinigami from various divisions were already stationed here on high alert.
Among them was the new captain of the Third Division, Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi.
Seeing Satoru, the handsome blond man showed a relieved expression.
The atmosphere here was too oppressive, and being a new captain, he wasn't accustomed to it yet.
He quickly came over.
"Long time no see, Commander Satoru..."
Satoru waved his hand: "Nowadays, I'm just a second-line veteran. That title no longer applies."
Rōjūrō smiled and scratched his head: "Habit, habit."
Watching their captain actively greeting the third seat of the neighboring division, the Third Division members' gazes became somewhat complicated.
Satoru couldn't help but glance at the massive pure white stone walls erected nearby.
Even with his current strength, standing this close to the Kishiseki gave him a feeling of being constrained.
If this stuff could be made into weapons, would it have effects similar to that Seastone from another series?
Thinking this, he couldn't help but grow curious.
While his mind wandered, the first group of noble delegations had arrived.
Under the watchful eyes of the Shinigami, long processions slowly approached from the distance.
The pilgrimage-like grand formations fully displayed the nobles' extravagance and heritage.
"All show, no substance. All show, no substance."
Satoru curled his lip and shook his head repeatedly.
Suì-Fēng standing behind him quickly whispered: "Lord Satoru, please keep quiet!"
This is a great noble who can attend meetings of Central 46! For a Shinigami like Satoru who came from Rukongai, even if he's Captain-Commander Yamamoto's disciple, speaking recklessly would definitely bring no good outcome!
Just as Satoru was about to say something, a voice suddenly sounded beside him.
"Absolutely right. I've been saying all along that such flashy but useless things should just be discarded. Pity no one ever listened."
Hearing Yoruichi's familiar voice, Satoru showed a smile and turned to look.
Then his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Yoruichi stood nearby, wearing an exquisite kimono.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was some runaway princess from a historical drama...