Death: Then stood in the sky.

Falling, falling, falling.

Falling into the endless abyss.

What enemy?

What revenge?

What kind of shadow frame?

What a trick.

Everything, everything, all of it, vanished into nothingness in that instant.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"The Ninety-Nineth Boundary: Forbidden!!!"

Instant-cast No. 99 Binding Spell with no chanting!

At this moment, Wo Ling Tie Zhai no longer cared about saving face. His face was ferocious, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing with excitement.

With his hands clasped together, the spiritual pressure throughout his body instantly condensed to its maximum.

There's no time to hesitate.

If it's that man, even the highest level of the Ninety-Nine Binding Barrier probably won't produce much of a good effect!

But... a foot suddenly kicked him to the ground.

Tessai Giri scrambled to his feet and looked at Yoruichi Shifūin in astonishment: "Yoruichi-san, could it be that even you have been afflicted by the Mirror Flower, Water Moon, or perhaps..."

"No!"

As if realizing something, Tessai Goryu's expression changed drastically: "You're not Yoruichi-san, who are you? Are you Gin Ichimaru, the captain of the Third Division? Or Kaname Tōsen, the captain of the Ninth Division?"

Both of them are Aizen's accomplices!

The culprit who framed them and caused their escape from Soul Society back then!

He turned around and yelled, "Manager!"

Kisuke Urahara: "Yoshi, I'm here!"

"You're a big idiot!"

"Open your eyes wide and see clearly, or have you gone blind because I broke your glasses?"

Yoruichi Shifūin couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed one of the people who was still watching the show and said, "Stop playing around! If you keep playing, you'll kill them. Give them an explanation!"

"Ahem, so it wasn't a game of switching identities after all." Qing Si scratched his head and pointed to Woling Tiezhai: "I thought the former Great Ghost Master said he was Woling Tongzhai because he wanted to play this game, so he was just cooperating."

Urahara Kisuke: "..."

Wo Ling Tie Zhai: "......"

What kind of game is this "swapping identities"?!

This is really no fun at all, people will die, you bastard!

I'm drenched in sweat.

In just a fleeting moment.

He felt as if his heart was being held in someone's hand, and that with just a slight squeeze, it would explode and leave him with no place to be buried.

The oppressive feeling of the name Aizen Sousuke is truly terrifying.

and.

He wanted to kill Ukitake Seiji, this abstract young man from Akaishi.

Right now!

I'm not kidding!

Chapter 39 She... she can't be human, can she?

After hesitating for a moment, Tetsuzai asked cautiously, "Mr. Yoruichi, are you really not Gin Ichimaru or something in disguise?"

Yoruichi Shifūin: "???"

Her tone was impatient: "About eighty years ago, you took advantage of teaching a course on ghost arts at the Shinigami Academy to secretly confess your feelings to Teacher Qingjie in the middle of the night, but you stumbled upon her having a secret rendezvous with her boyfriend in the grove. That's where you saw the end."

Wō Río Tetsuzhai started sweating.

These memories had long since faded, but with Yoruichi Shihōin's vivid description, he recalled the bitterness of that night once again.

That was the ultimate despair that no human author could ever reach. He stood there, watching the painter paint the whole house white, the white paint dripping down the walls.

Yoruichi Shihfengin: "About seventy years ago, you went to see Aokiji again, still unwilling to give up."

Aoshi couldn't help but glance sideways: "Still not giving up?"

Yoruichi Shifuin glanced at him sideways: "Don't interrupt."

I didn't interrupt.

Fine.

"This time you successfully saw Ao-jie-sensei again, but it was in the kendo dojo, and she was heavily pregnant."

Goodness, you like married women, huh!

Qing Si clicked his tongue in amazement.

Sweat dripped down his head, pouring down like rain.

Yoruichi Shifūin: "Sixty years ago..."

Aoshi couldn't hold back any longer and finally interrupted, "Wait, just how obsessed are you with this teacher named Aoki?"

Yoruichi Shifuin shook his head: "It's not Teacher Seiji."

That's alright.

Aoshi nodded.

Yoruichi Shihōin sneered, "She's Aokiji-sensei's daughter."

???

Not a buddy?

Qing Si glanced sideways.

Kisuke Urahara looked at Tetsusai Hikaru almost simultaneously.

Wo Ling Tiezhai gave an awkward but polite smile, pretending to be very busy as he kept pushing up his glasses.

"Alright, I believe you. I know you are Mr. Yoruichi." Tessai gave in. "But why do you know so much about these things?"

Yoruichi Shifuin yawned lazily: "Are you looking down on covert operations, or on the intelligence gathering capabilities of the Criminal Investigation Department?"

Wo Ling Tiezhai fell silent.

"Is Aizen really that terrifying?" Hanakari Jinta suddenly asked curiously. He had never seen the shopkeeper and Natsuhiko Tessai look so pale, and it was only because of a name.

"It will be even more terrifying than you can imagine." Tessai Wakabi's expression was unusually serious. Even today, he could still recall the suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere caused by Aizen.

When I was very young, I had just started learning Kido and soon showed a talent for it. Then I threw a Hado No. 31, Red Fire Cannon, into my parents' room where they were having sex that night.

That night, his father and mother also felt the same heavy sense of oppression.

"Then why don't you report him to the Captain-Commander?" Hanagari Jinta tilted his head back, looking at them as if they were all idiots.

"That's why I said you don't understand how terrifying Aizen is at all. It's completely beyond your comprehension, terrifying in every way, without any blind spots or flaws."

Tessai Nishinaki placed his hand on Hanakari Jinta's head and explained, "Do you think you're smarter than the shopkeeper, or do you think we don't know how to expose Aizen's true colors to Captain-Commander Yamamoto or Soul Society?"

"It's no use."

"It was all in vain, before that Zanpakuto."

He shook his head.

At this moment, Kisuke Urahara chimed in: "Shinta, how do you know that the person in front of you is Captain-Commander Yamamoto, and not someone else?"

Hanagari Jinta was stunned.

Kisuke Urahara was still talking to himself:

"You may think you are facing a vast ocean, but taking one step forward could lead to an abyss."

"You think the person you're about to chop down is an enemy, but he might actually be an ally."

"You may think the person behind you is your ally, but he may actually be the real enemy."

“You think you’re going to expose the truth to the Captain-Commander, but in his eyes, you’re insulting Soul Society and calling him a stubborn, corrupt, and stupid old man, or even someone who’s delusional about overthrowing Soul Society’s order.”

Under Hanakari Jinta's astonished gaze, Urahara Kisuke slowly said, "That's how terrifying the Mirror Flower, Water Moon is. You can't believe anything—not your sense of smell, taste, hearing, sight, or feeling. All of it could be fake."

"And the most terrifying thing is that you can't even tell if it's real or fake."

"Everything you can think of has already been within Aizen's calculations."

Aizen is just that terrifying.

That is why they were forced into this situation, forced to hide in this corner of Karakura Town.

"Please follow me." Kisuke Urahara stood up and led Seiji into the store.

On the shop counter, Aoshi saw a lot of things displayed, mostly materials that could be used for crafting, but they weren't very valuable.

“These are all my research.” Kisuke Urahara explained as he looked at the photos.

“The research is relatively less dangerous,” Yoruichi Shihōin added.

Upon hearing this, Kisuke Urahara smiled but did not reply.

He pointed to a cheap-looking bottle filled with colorful pills that looked like candy: "These are pills used to stabilize spiritual pressure. They are usually used to help Shinigami who are in a weakened state after a surge of spiritual pressure."

Then he pointed to an arm next to him: "This is a prosthetic limb made from artificial remains, so that the Grim Reaper who has lost an arm can regain his ability to fight."

Seiji's gaze swept quickly across the counter before he followed Kisuke Urahara into the inner room.

"Please sit down."

Kisuke Urahara waited politely for Seiji to sit down before sitting opposite him. However, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback when he saw Yoruichi Shifuin sitting next to Seiji with her arms crossed.

It seems that the relationship between Yoruichi and Seiji Ukitake is even more than I imagined.

Kisuke Urahara narrowed his eyes slightly and asked casually, "Speaking of which, Yoruichi-san, it's been a long time since I've seen you in your shihachi outfit, hasn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Yoruichi Shihōin's golden eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia: "Yes, it's probably been decades."

Kisuke Urahara probed, "If I'm not mistaken, this shihaka isn't yours, is it?"

"You mean this?" Yoruichi Shifūin lifted the sleeves and trousers that were way too long, and laughed naturally as she put her hand on Seiji's shoulder and hugged him. "These are this guy's clothes. Don't they look pretty good on me?"

Urahara Kisuke understood.

really.

The relationship between Yoruichi and Seiji Ukitake is definitely not as simple as just teaching and learning Hakuta and Shunpo.

Kisuke Urahara took the teapot handed to him by Tessai Nishihiko and poured hot tea for everyone.

Then, he looked at the girl who had been hiding behind Aoshi and carefully observing everyone present from the beginning.

"Aoji-kun."

"If my judgment is correct."

“That girl,” Kisuke Urahara pointed at Nel, “she… she’s probably not human.”

Chapter 40 Stop your pointless probing, Kisuke Urahara