I'm really not the number one slacker in Soul Society.

"Shashio." The person standing behind introduced himself and explained the specific words, then shrugged and said, "Nice to meet you, but my sister and this guy should have explained my existence to you before."

Over the past month, Mima had come to talk to Shikato Hakunsai quite a few times, during which she mentioned the fact that "the messenger Saki has a younger brother" in fragmented ways. So she wasn't too surprised. She just nodded and said to Mima in a calm tone, "Let me guess... at this time, you're probably not here to introduce me to new friends. It seems... you have something for me to do."

There was no dissatisfaction or expectation in her tone, just the nonchalant attitude of a seasoned office worker facing a new job. This was the cooperation method that Mizhen and she finally agreed on—Mizhen would provide accommodation and books, while she would appear like a mercenary when Mizhen needed her, always available and never delaying.

"Yes."

Mi Zhen nodded and said, "I need your help in two days, senior."

Lu Qu Bayunzhai agreed, then asked directly, "Who is the enemy? Where will we fight? How much effort will we put in?"

"The Rotting Wood Echoes River—that's the Rotting Wood, but not a direct descendant, but a son-in-law who married into the family."

As Mima spoke, he handed a pre-prepared folder to Shikato Hakunsai. It contained handwritten information about Kuchiki Hibiki, which was quite detailed and practically revealed the guy's underwear.

Lu Qubaiyunzhai quickly flipped through it, then pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "No problem, just call me when you need to launch an attack."

"Aren't you worried about this guy's abilities?" Sunashi asked. "You're a pure Shinigami, right? If your Zanpakuto is turned against you, it could be quite troublesome."

Faced with this question, Shikatori Hakunsai simply gave a strange laugh and then tapped the Qitongwan at his waist with his index finger.

"Make this child rebel against me?" She lowered her eyes and smiled. "If there's any power that can do that, I'd love to see it—but even if there were, it wouldn't matter. I can use my abilities directly anyway, so it doesn't matter whether I have them or not."

Could Liu Yue's speculation be true...?

Mizhen took a breath and didn't ask any further questions, but continued, "There's one more thing—senpai, do you remember that man with glasses from last time? We'll need to work with him the whole time this time, and there are some things we need to pay special attention to."

He immediately explained the ability of "Mirror Flower Water Moon" to Shikatori Hakunsai, and also revealed Aizen's underwear.

“I see, I understand.” After a moment of thought, Shiroku Hakunzhai nodded to him: “Don’t worry, I’ll only be responsible for fighting, I won’t say a word more.”

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With the lineup issue resolved, it's time to deal with the real problems.

Beating up Kuchiki Hibiki wasn't difficult in itself; the real trouble lay in things outside of the fight.

For example, the location of the battle.

The place where Kuchiki Kyouga is sealed is Karakura City in the Spirit Land. If it were just Yama coming alone, there wouldn't be anything to worry about. But now that Aizen is coming too, the problem is damn serious.

You should know that the entire Masked Army is here.

If they were to run into Aizen head-on while completely clueless, the scene would be too wonderful to bear; Mima didn't even want to think about it.

Therefore, it is necessary to take preventative measures in advance.

But that's precisely the awkward part—in what capacity should he come?

Watanabe Yama is definitely out of the question. In the eyes of the Visoreds, Watanabe Yama is just a white lotus flower. Although he is righteous and is Lisa's boyfriend, he is not strong and would never get involved in such a dangerous matter.

Messenger? That's even less likely. The reason he was unwilling to directly approach Urahara Kisuke and tie him to the pirate ship was because this guy really was a member of the Urahara family. What if he exposed himself if he talked too much?

While revealing the truth might not seem like a big problem, explaining it would be quite troublesome. If Urahara Kisuke were to take this opportunity to expose him, it would be tantamount to walking into a trap. Just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly stupid. I'll wait until I know more about the Urahara family before making a decision.

After much thought, the only solution was to remove the messenger's cloak, reveal his face, and do something intimidating to scare them away temporarily.

We can always figure out an explanation later...

As dawn broke, Mima, now known as Saki, once again set foot on the land of Karakura City.

He adopted a slightly arrogant walking posture, hands in his pockets, slowly strolling down the street while trying his best to suppress his spiritual pressure, and also using his Toe Slapping Sparrow to conduct a wide-ranging search.

I overlooked that... Last time I came, I should have at least found out where the Masked Army was staying before I left.

Kisuke Urahara's spiritual pressure-blocking artifact is truly amazing. Once you put your soul inside, you become an ordinary person completely, without any spiritual pressure leaking out. Searching for it like this is obviously like looking for a needle in a haystack. If it weren't for Mima being able to roughly determine that they lived in a remote suburb, we probably would have had to go to Kisuke Urahara's place first.

Trying to show off in front of that guy is extremely risky; it's better to lay the groundwork first.

After searching carefully for more than an hour, like a hunting dog, Mima finally spotted a familiar figure.

Kensei, dressed in civilian clothes, was walking down the street, smoking a pipe and carrying two packages in his hands. Judging from their bulging shape, they were probably ingredients.

That's really relatable...

However, Kensei is 1.8 meters tall, muscular, and has a rather imposing appearance—to be specific, he doesn't look like a good person, so few people dare to approach him on the street. After Kensei passes by, people start talking about him, saying that he is simply the boss of the bosses among the bosses.

Mima watched from afar as Kensei walked to a remote house, opened the door, handed the package in his hand to the approaching Loujuro, then sighed and walked into the courtyard to begin his usual passionate interaction with Kunan Shiro... although it was mainly the latter who was harassing him.

Mima, standing on the treetop, fell into deep thought.

This is the same sentiment I had a month ago: it's really not easy being a bad guy.

After all, the Masked Army were his good brothers and friends, and it would be a bit much to always play the bad cop to them...

But we can't do nothing now; we can't just watch them run into Aizen, can we?

Therefore, he could only come up with the same approach as a month ago.

That's life. Since you can't fight it, just enjoy it.

Mi Zhen pursed her lips and practiced several times until she managed to put on a very malicious smile before gently making her way towards the courtyard.

"Is the food not ready yet, Rhodes?"

Hirako, lying on her side in bed, yawned and shouted at the top of her lungs, "I'm starving to death!"

"Don't rush me." Lou Shilang opened the package full of ingredients and sighed, "This is just the beginning."

That's right. Although they seem mismatched, Kensei and Rojuro mainly take care of the food for the Visoreds. These two guys, who seem to have the least connection to the kitchen, are actually the only two among the eight who won't blow up the kitchen, which is quite darkly humorous.

However, Mi Zhen had no right to laugh at them in this regard, because he himself would blow up the kitchen when cooking... Ancient stoves were really difficult to use.

"What are we eating today?"

Lisa, carrying a basin of clothes, peeked into the kitchen. Seeing a basin of batter and a large pot of oil heating up, she sighed in disappointment: "Tempura with rice again? At least try something different!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of idle voices echoed from inside the room.

"I've been eating tempura for half a month now..."

"Rhodes, let's switch."

"Or we could call Quan Xilai..."

"But Kensei can only make curry!"

Several veins bulged on Lou Shilang's forehead as he was washing vegetables. He grabbed a green pepper and threw it out the kitchen door, yelling, "What right do you idle people who don't even help chop vegetables have to complain about the taste! Just shut up if you're only responsible for eating!"

Everyone immediately quieted down, and no one dared to joke about the cook anymore.

Even the unexpected visitors agreed and chimed in.

"That's right, it's really impolite to criticize the cook."

Lou Shilang suddenly looked up.

He saw a woman in a white military jumpsuit squatting beside him, waving a green pepper in her hand and giving him a warm but malicious smile.

"Who are you……!!!"

Upon recognizing the culprit who had brought him to this predicament, Lou Shilang was immediately shocked. He instinctively jumped back a step and then reached for his waist.

But he didn't touch anything.

"Give me a break. Do you think you're the captain of the Gotei 13?"

Mima scoffed, "Right now, you probably can't even unleash the most basic Kido, let alone release your Zanpakuto."

Kisuke Urahara's technique was successful. The spiritual pressure blocking type artificial body did stop the Visoreds from completely becoming Hollowfied, but at the same time it completely knocked several powerful captains and vice-captains down to earth. Apart from their slightly stronger physical abilities, they now find it quite difficult to even use Shunpo.

The solution is simple: just let the soul leave the artificial body.

But doing that would be tantamount to letting the etherealization continue to develop, which would undoubtedly lead to a loss of sanity, a breakdown, and death as a monster.

Chapter 156: A Hundred Martial Arts Skills, This is Self-Destruction!

Lou Shilang froze, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Isn't this a complete dead end...?

If this woman harbored any ill will towards them, she could probably chop off all eight of their heads in an instant.

Even though I've already hidden myself in the real world... how come they're still coming after me...?

The next moment, a commotion broke out in the room.

Hirako, Luo Wu, and Kensei rushed to the kitchen door first, and were all taken aback when they saw Mima.

Anger, tension, and fear filled the room in an instant. When Shiri arrived, the conflict reached its peak. She was enraged almost the instant she saw Mima. Regardless of the difference in strength or whether she had a knife or not, she clenched her fists and prepared to rush forward and fight to the death.

"You bastard! Aaaaaah!"

After all, she was the one who got scammed the most... so it's normal for her to be like this.

However, Hiyori did not reach the finish line.

Lisa, who arrived a step later, immediately grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth despite her struggles.

Then he took a step back, which stopped what others saw as tantamount to suicide.

"Oh? What's wrong? You seem quite hostile."

Mi Zhen deliberately raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "No need to stop her. I admire such a brave act. If you want to fight... well, I'll give you a few moves because of the difference in strength."

Hirako, his face ashen, cautiously entered the room. He took a few deep breaths, then gritted his teeth and asked, "How did you find this place? What are you doing here?"

"I didn't come here specifically to see you—Karakura City, the Land of Spirits, it's normal to come to a place like this to take care of some business, right?"

Mi Zhen slowly removed the stem from the green pepper and then gently placed it into Lou Shilang's vegetable basket. After a moment of silence, he tapped his palm and said, "As for the purpose... well, I haven't had breakfast yet. If you have any extra bowls and chopsticks, please give me a set."

The members of the Masked Army: "?"

Some time later, in the living room.

"I'm gonna start now."

Mizhen clasped her hands together, bowed her head towards the steaming food in front of her, then picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of shrimp tempura, and put it in her mouth to chew.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely strange.

There is no way, the situation is stronger than the person.

That's the current situation. The combined fighting power of everyone is not much stronger than the goose at the village entrance. How can we have the right to negotiate with anyone?

The six people watched in silence as Mijin chewed on a shrimp, each with their own thoughts.