Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

Szayelaporro operated the console rapidly, and countless complex data streams cascaded down the screen like a waterfall.

"This spatial structure is very stable, and the encryption method is extremely complex, making it almost impossible to find any exploitable vulnerabilities."

"Trying to trace their location in reverse without specific coordinates is like searching for a specific grain of sand in the Great Void Forest."

"So, you can't do it?" Sasuke's voice turned colder.

"I didn't say I couldn't do it!"

Szayelaporro turned around abruptly, his face contorted with fervor.

"It's just that the conventional methods don't work."

As he spoke, he pulled a syringe filled with a strange purple liquid from his wide sleeve.

Without the slightest hesitation, he plunged the needle into his neck.

As the medicine was injected, Szayelaporro's body trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils began to contract and dilate uncontrollably, and his eyeballs began to move erratically in their sockets.

That was all the raw data he obtained after using hundreds of biological computers in the laboratory to brute-force the brains of the captured Quincy.

Hundreds of millions of memory fragments, spatial coordinates, and spiritual particle fluctuations...

It was now flooding his consciousness wildly.

"Uh...ah..."

Szayelaporro's forehead veins bulged, and his hands danced wildly on the control panel.

He's forcibly analyzing it.

Using this mental speed, which was forcibly increased hundreds of times by the drug, they searched for the one and only "key" in the chaotic and disordered torrent of data.

Every second was a long and painful ordeal for his brain.

Sasuke watched this scene quietly without saying a word, for any disturbance could lead to failure.

A few minutes later.

Szayelaporro abruptly stopped what he was doing, slumped onto the control panel, and gasped for breath.

As the effects of the medicine wore off, his eyes gradually regained their clarity.

"How is it?" Sasuke asked casually.

"...Found it."

Szayelaporro raised his head, his face weary, but his eyes gleamed with an almost morbid smugness and pride.

He extended a trembling finger and gently tapped the screen.

A complex three-dimensional map slowly unfolded before the two of them.

That was a map of Soul Society.

And in the shadows of that map, the silhouette of a city, like a reflection, was faintly visible.

"Although their defensive barrier has not been completely broken yet."

Szayelaporro grinned. "But I have successfully deciphered their encryption logic for space."

"If we continue to follow this logic, it will take at most half a day... no, three hours!"

"I can completely drag that so-called 'invisible empire' out of the shadows!"

He turned his head and looked at Sasuke with a provocative expression on his face.

"How is it, Lord Sasuke?"

"If it were Kisuke Urahara doing this, he would never be as efficient as me."

"How could a 'scientist' who only follows procedures and proceeds cautiously possibly understand this kind of 'madness' that is willing to do anything for the truth?"

His words were not merely self-praise.

To satisfy Sasuke's demands and to prove himself stronger than Urahara Kisuke, Szayelaporro truly risked his life.

He not only stopped all his experimental projects, but even temporarily put aside the dissection of the Quincy's body structure.

He continuously engaged in high-intensity mental acceleration, injecting himself with a highly stimulating neurotransmitter with severe side effects every half hour.

Failure after failure, starting over again and again.

This requires not only a genius mind, but also a reckless madness.

And this is precisely what Kisuke Urahara, that guy who always has a backup plan, lacks.

"Well done."

Sasuke gave a positive evaluation.

"Now that we've found a clue, let's continue."

"I need those coordinates in three hours."

"learn."

Szayelaporro watched Sasuke's departing figure, picked up the empty syringe again, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Lord Sasuke."

"I will never lose to that bastard in wooden clogs."

Chapter 272 War

In the Soul Society, at the First Division barracks, the atmosphere was heavy.

Apart from Mayuri Kurotsuchi, all the captains were gathered here at this moment, standing on both sides of the council hall.

Everyone's facial expression was different.

"Captain, news has arrived from the real world."

A soldier dressed in black strode into the hall, his voice somewhat hurried.

"We have received reliable intelligence from Lord Urahara. The Quincy's so-called 'Hollow Empire' is most likely hiding in Soul Society."

A brief silence fell over the council chamber.

"Hmph." Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni opened his eyes. "So that's how it was...?"

"Those guys actually managed to survive right under my nose for a full thousand years!"

"Is that so?" Kyoraku Shunsui pulled down his hat brim, his eyes unusually serious. "Then that means, the battlefield..."

"It's right here in Seireitei."

"Old man, this is not good news."

“Whether it’s good news or not, the facts are already before us.” Soi Fon coldly continued, “Since the enemy has already put a knife to our throats, we have no reason to sit idly by and wait to die.”

"Yes."

Captain-Commander Yamamoto slammed his cane down heavily. "Pass down the order! All members of the Gotei 13 are to enter Level 1 combat readiness!"

"All members on leave are to be recalled immediately. All squads are to increase patrols. If any abnormal spiritual pressure is detected, kill them on sight without asking for permission!"

“The words of those treacherous and fickle people cannot be trusted.”

"Although that guy who claims to be a messenger keeps saying something about 'starting a war in five days,' we must never place our hopes on the enemy's mercy and morality!"

"and......"

Captain-Commander Yamamoto's gaze swept over each of the captains present, his tone chilling, "This is the greatest provocation against the Seireitei!"

"We must firmly grasp the initiative in the war!"

"Yes!" the captains responded in unison.

"but......"

Kyoraku Shunsui suddenly sighed, seemingly out of place, a troubled expression on his face.

"While initiative is important, if the battlefield truly unfolds within the Seireitei..."

"Regardless of the outcome, the Soul Society will likely suffer."

"Furthermore, what exactly is the purpose of those Quincy?"

He raised his head and looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to see into the sky through it.

"If it's for revenge, would simply destroying Seireitei really satisfy their appetite?"

"I'm afraid their target is someone even higher up."

"The Spirit King?"

Jushiro Ukitake looked at Shunsui Kyoraku with some surprise. "Shunsui, you mean...?"

“We’ve received some very interesting information from Kisuke Urahara.” Shunsui Kyoraku didn’t answer directly, but continued to speak to himself, “It is said that the Quincy and the Soul King seem to have some kind of common origin.”

"Or rather, the Soul King and the Quincy have an extremely close relationship."

This speculation surprised some of the team leaders present, but most remained calm.

"Absurd!" Soi Fon retorted, "How could Lord Soul King possibly be associated with those Quincy who only know how to destroy?!"

"Well, I'm just relaying Urahara's guess."

Kyoraku Shunsui shrugged, looking completely innocent. "As for whether it's true or not, who knows?"

"After all, the truth about that era has long been buried in the dust of history."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni listened silently, his head lowered, his brows furrowed, seemingly lost in thought.

He lived for a long time and witnessed the changes in the Soul Society.

But he knew very little about that even more distant era.

Compared to the nearly one million years of history of this world and the entire Three Realms, his age is still too insignificant.

"...Let's wait until Mayuri Kurotsuchi and Kisuke Urahara release their investigation results before making any further decisions."

After a long silence, Captain-Commander Yamamoto slowly spoke.