Chapter 207: Aizen's Plan
"No time to waste on him. Kill him."
Aizen walked over, his thumb applying slight pressure to push a section of the blade from its sheath.
Although he very much wanted to take Grimmjow back as experimental material, priorities still needed to be distinguished.
If delaying the opportunity to heavily damage Las Noches for the sake of one Adjuchas wasn't just wasteful—it would be criminal.
Hearing Aizen's words, Grimmjow slightly arched his back, baring his fangs slightly.
Satoru raised his hand, stopping Aizen.
He approached Grimmjow.
"Big cat, how big do you think the power gap is between us?"
Grimmjow thought for a moment. "My strength is less than thirty percent of yours."
Satoru shook his head with a laugh.
"Where does this little cat get such confidence?"
"Don't say thirty percent—right now, you're not even twenty percent of my strength."
"With such a huge power gap, if I don't guide you or hold back, I could take your life within two moves at most."
"In such a short time, forget seeking a breakthrough from me—you probably wouldn't even have a chance to comprehend anything."
Grimmjow fell into thought.
What Satoru said seemed to make some sense.
But in Hueco Mundo, he could hardly find any worthy opponents anymore.
If he didn't challenge him, what else could he do?
If he really had to remain an Adjuchas forever, struggling every day not to degenerate into a Gillian, that kind of life would be worse than death.
"What are you trying to say?"
Since he couldn't figure it out anyway, Grimmjow simply asked directly.
Satoru chuckled. "Let's make a deal."
"Sōsuke and I... that Shinigami over there who wants to cut you down, we're going to cause trouble at Las Noches."
"You come with us, follow my commands, and help us out."
"After this is done, I'll spar with you periodically, tailoring my guidance to your needs with professional direction. How about that?"
Go to Las Noches?
Hearing Satoru's words, Grimmjow showed a somewhat surprised expression.
"Las Noches is Baraggan Louisenbairn's territory, filled with countless Adjuchas."
"Recently, many powerful Shinigami have been appearing in the area."
"You want to go there?"
Satoru tilted his head back slightly: "Kitty, this is the difference between us."
"What you see as dangerously perilous situations to avoid at all costs, I see as nothing more than new training grounds."
"My strength doesn't come from others—it comes from repeatedly facing life and death, breaking through my limits amidst great terror!"
"If you want to understand why I'm this strong, the first thing you need to do is come with me!"
Seeing Satoru's confident expression that showed no signs of lying, Grimmjow thought for a few seconds before nodding.
"I understand."
"You're strong, so I'll trust you."
"As you said, I'll go with you."
Satoru looked at the white large cat before him, the corners of his mouth lifting into an angelic smile.
Turning to look at Aizen, he grinned widely, revealing a demonic smile.
Aizen: "..."
Although the other party was just a Hollow, one had to admit that Satoru really wasn't being very humane.
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"Woo-hoo!!"
The two humans and one cat raced urgently through the desert.
Well, to be precise, it was a cat running urgently with Satoru riding on top, flaunting his power.
In this moment, he understood the joy of a tribal chieftain.
Astride the large cat, one hand gripping the scruff fur, the other arm raised high and swinging back and forth, occasionally letting out a few howls.
The beauty of this experience could only be fully appreciated by mature men with a mental age under seven.
Originally, Satoru wanted to invite Aizen to join in the fun.
However, the latter seriously declined.
Aizen, wearing his Shinigami Uniform, moved with Flash Steps, appearing and disappearing elegantly in mid-air.
His fluttering robes emphasized his transcendent demeanor.
This formed a stark contrast with the wildly whooping Satoru below.
After running for an unknown length of time, Aizen suddenly Flash Stepped to Satoru's side.
"We're almost there."
Hearing this, Satoru flipped down from the large cat.
"Whew, that was quite the run. I'm exhausted."
Satoru shook his neck and sighed.
"?"
Grimmjow showed a puzzled expression.
Hadn't he been the one running this whole time? What was Satoru tired from?
Aizen's expression remained calm, having completely grown accustomed to someone's daily antics.
Sensing the Reiatsu fluctuations in the air, he nodded. "It's already begun."
"Oh ho!" Satoru grinned. "They're moving pretty fast. Shall we get moving too?"
Aizen nodded.
He pulled out a piece of paper from his robe. "Earlier, I captured several Menos Grande from Las Noches."
"By interrogating them, I managed to sketch a rough map of Las Noches."
"This is where we need to go."
As he spoke, he pointed to a tower location at the edge of the map.
"This is where the Shinigami are staying."
"Given Senzaemon's cautious nature, he probably wouldn't scatter his subordinates, so he should be staying here too."
"His room is most likely in one of these locations. We'll start our search from here."
Hearing this, Satoru raised his hand.
"Teacher Aizen, why aren't we going to the top floor?"
"Because the top floor is an attic, it's not suitable for living."
Satoru suddenly understood.
Just as Aizen was about to continue, Satoru abruptly raised his hand again:
"Teacher Aizen, what are we going to that old man's room for?"
"If we're going to attack him, couldn't we just track his Reiatsu directly?"
Aizen nodded slightly.
He felt pleased that Satoru could ask such meaningful questions.
Under someone's watchful gaze, he lowered his voice.
"Senzaemon most likely has Enrakyōten hidden in his room."
"This blade is not his Zanpakutō, and it possesses the ability to absorb life."
"Unless there's an emergency, Senzaemon wouldn't carry it with him."
"Let's go try and see if we can find it and take it away."
Hearing this, Satoru's eyes lit up.
Enrakyōten!
The blade capable of replicating all Zanpakutō abilities it has witnessed, the Tsunayashiro Clan's hereditary divine artifact!
If Aizen hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten about this sword.
"Excellent, truly excellent!"
Satoru clapped his hands together, revealing an expectant expression: "Then why hesitate? Let's move quickly!"
As the two were about to set off, Grimmjow frowned.
"Shinigami, what should I do?"
Hearing this, Satoru looked at him.
After a moment's thought, he casually said: "Go to the battlefield and keep an eye on Tier Harribel and the others... that golden-haired humanoid Hollow who came here to challenge."
"If they're about to be defeated, use your panther speed to grab her and retreat from the battlefield."
"Although right now, her bone armor grows on her breasts, preventing me from tasting their deliciousness, they'll surely become wonderful in the future. She can't die here!"