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Chapter 126 The Transparent World
Chapter 126 The Transparent World
Meanwhile, at the Urahara Shop in Karakura Town.
The faded noir curtain hanging in front of the shop was wildly slapping against the signboard in the wind and rain, making a clattering sound.
The store shelves were piled high with boxes of cheap snacks with expired labels, colorful marble soda bottles, and some magazines with questionable contents, all reflecting mottled shadows under the dim light.
However, the inside of this seemingly dilapidated and even somewhat shabby little shop is surprisingly spacious and charming.
Further in, you can enter a spacious underground training ground, where the living room lights up with the television.
A boring late-night soap opera was playing on the television, and the fluorescent light from the screen reflected on the faces of the two people.
"Hey, Kisuke! How many times have I told you, this is a time to watch the late-night rerun of 'Tales of the Unusual,' not some weird romance drama you're watching! Turn it off right now!"
A woman with dark skin and a fit build stood with her hands on her hips, her tone full of impatience.
Her long purple hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her golden vertical pupils exuded an aura of authority unique to those in power.
It was none other than the former captain of the Second Division and Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukido—Yoruichi Shihouin.
"Oh dear, Yoruichi-san, you just don't understand."
穿着绿色和服、戴着标誌性绿白条纹帽子的中年男人，正死死抓着遥控器，脸上挂着那种让人想揍一拳的轻浮笑容：「在这种下雨天，看这种黏糊糊的纯爱肥皂剧才是人生的极致享受啊。」
This person is Kisuke Ichiura, the former captain of the 12th Division and director of the Technology Development Bureau, who is also a "traitor" in Soul Society.
"Enough talk! Give me the remote!"
Yoruichi pounced on him, and the two engaged in a utterly unseemly struggle for the item on the tatami mat.
If the Shinigami of Soul Society were to witness this scene, they would probably be utterly astonished to see one or two fugitives who had once stirred up a storm of infamy now wrestling each other in a completely uncouth manner over a television channel.
However, just as Yoruichi's hand was about to touch the remote control, her movements suddenly froze.
Kisuke Urahara also stopped moving at almost the same second.
His eyes, which had been hidden in the shadow of his hat, suddenly became sharp as a blade, and his previous frivolousness vanished completely.
A violent and icy spiritual pressure surged from the direction of Naruki City into the air.
"Illegible?"
The two spoke at the same time.
That wasn't an ordinary Hollow; the texture of that spiritual pressure was extremely strange, as if it were some kind of chaotic aggregate that had been forcibly kneaded together.
"It's quite intriguing that a Hollow of this strength would brazenly appear here." Yoruichi stood up, her expression turning serious, all her previous playfulness vanishing. "And, I sensed it... wasn't that Isshin from the Shiba family? How could that guy be in the human world?"
"Ah, the Shiba kid, he's definitely not going to behave himself." Kisuke Urahara rested his chin on his hand, his gaze deep. "He probably ran away without the Captain-Commander's knowledge."
"However, since the captain of the Gotei 13 is here, even if we can't take down that Hollow immediately, we'll be more than capable of protecting ourselves... It's better for us fugitives to stay out of the way; if we're recognized, explaining ourselves will be a real hassle."
"You're still so cautious." Yoruichi sat down again, but instead of reaching for the remote control, she quietly sensed the movements in the distance.
"Hmm... Isshin seems to be injured? This is... the aura of a Quincy? The human world is really bustling like this."
"A Quincy? In this era, they're truly rare." Kisuke Urahara pulled a stack of spirit particle detection talismans from his pocket, watching them tremble slightly in the air. "The situation should still be under control, right? Although the captain is restrained, there's that Quincy..."
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Kisuke Urahara's words suddenly caught in his throat.
Above Karakura Town, the previously chaotic spiritual pressure field suddenly collapsed in a deathly silence.
An indescribable aura, carrying extreme malice, swept across the entire Karakura Town along with the raging wind and rain.
It was a void like a black hole, a despair that seemed to deny all existence and drag the whole world into an endless quagmire.
click!
A teacup on Kisuke Urahara's desk shattered without any contact.
Yoruichi jumped to her feet, her golden pupils contracting sharply, every hair on her body standing on end: "Kisuke! What is that?! What's causing this chilling sensation?!"
Kisuke Urahara did not answer. For the first time, a genuine look of astonishment appeared on his face, which always wore a mask-like smile.
He quickly pulled open the hidden compartment under the tatami mat and took out two specially made black cloaks.
This is the same set that Aizen wears; it can completely conceal one's spiritual pressure, and even with just a little bit of Kido power attached, one can blend into the scenery and become difficult to detect.
To be precise, it was the precious legacy he, as the head of the Technology Development Bureau, left to that bastard Aizen.
He tossed one of the cloaks to Yoruichi, his eyes hardening: "We can't stand idly by any longer, Yoruichi."
"This feeling... if I had to describe it, it's like the world is vomiting."
"If that force gets completely out of control, Karakura Town might cease to exist tonight."
The two nodded to each other, their spiritual pressure instantly concealed by their cloaks, transforming into two almost invisible black shadows that disappeared into the raging rain.
Meanwhile, in the bird's spiritual world...
The white shadow still gripped the bird's neck, its face contorted and mad in the pure white light, even though it had no facial features.
Its voice sounded like countless people wailing simultaneously: "Isn't this an imposter? It's amazing you managed to break through the blockade and escape!"
"Bird! Don't listen to its seduction!"
A snow-white figure pierced through the forest of swords on the Mirror Plain, its silver eyes filled with anxiety and anger. Its four feet treaded on the mirror surface, splashing sparks of spiritual energy.
It leaped into the air, its sharp fangs flashing with a chilling light that seemed to tear at the soul, and bit straight at the side of the white figure's neck!
[You annoying beast!]
A hint of disgust flashed in Bai Ying's eyes.
It didn't even loosen its grip on the bird; it simply swung its left hand sharply.
A black spiritual pressure slammed into the white wolf's abdomen like a heavy hammer, sending it flying.
The white wolf rolled several times on the ground, smashing through more than a dozen rusty broken swords before finally coming to a stop.
[This sword spirit, which was merely given a name by this bastard brat and barely materialized, is actually trying to wrest control of this world from me?]
It looked at the white wolf struggling to its feet and sneered: "I am the only reality! You are nothing but a guardian he forcibly imagined!"
"...Names don't matter!"
"I am who I am!"
The white wolf lowered its body again, letting out a thunderous growl from its throat.
It began to radiate a holy light, attempting to resist the black malice that was constantly encroaching from the surroundings.
Bai Ying's face darkened, and he suddenly slammed the bird hard onto the ground.
boom!
The boundless mirror field was smashed open, creating a huge crack. The bird was cut by countless shattered mirror fragments and rolled several meters before coming to a stop.
Today, I'm going to get rid of all of you eyesores right here!
The white figure raised its hand, and a jet-black longsword materialized in the void.
The blade is covered with hexagonal patterns, and just one glance is enough to feel the malice within it, like an abyss that wants to devour everything in the world and is never satisfied.
Feiniao struggled to stand up from the bottom of the pit. His left eye had turned pitch black, and an extreme malice was surging up his veins.
[You bastard, your knife is broken, and your soul is broken too.]
Here, you have nothing but these garbage memories.
The white figure looked at the flying bird, its face filled with an arc of pity and cruelty.
"No knife...?"
The bird looked down at the ruins below.
The place is full of swords.
Although those swords were broken, rusted, and some were even only half left, each one was imbued with the aura he left behind during that long journey.
He saw a knife with flame patterns, a longsword as flexible as a whip, and a completely black knife, as black as charcoal.
The bird suddenly reached out and grabbed a longsword at its feet that was already covered in cracks and had a blade covered in rust.
That's old man Arashi's sword.
"Then...may I borrow it for a bit?"
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