Chapter 326: Aizen's Research Findings
"I see. I roughly understand the situation now."
Aizen sat in his chair, having listened attentively to Satoru's account.
Katori Batsu'unsai had been cooking for Satoru for half a month, each time preparing meals according to his tastes.
But today, she suddenly asked Satoru if there were any dishes he particularly loved.
Satoru felt somewhat concerned.
"Sōsuke, could this be related to the power of Hell?"
"Is it possible that the will of Hell is attempting to re-establish a connection with her, causing her memory problems?"
Upon hearing this, Aizen remained silent for a moment, as if pondering something.
A few seconds later, he looked at Satoru.
"Actually, the situation you described is something I became aware of two days ago."
Satoru was taken aback.
Under his gaze, Aizen stood up, walked to the filing cabinet, and retrieved a document.
"Two days ago, Shihōin Chika came to me, saying he had forgotten some important things."
"As the first captain of the Second Division and founder of the Punishment Force, he has many commendable habits."
"One of them is using coded messages to leave various pieces of information around himself."
"Through this method, he could both determine that his area of activity hadn't been breached and occasionally use it as a memo."
"At first, he only forgot some trivial daily matters."
"Later, he gradually began to forget even very important intelligence."
"To prevent any accidents, I performed a brain analysis surgery on him after obtaining his consent."
At this point, Aizen set down the document and looked at Satoru.
"During the research... treatment process for Shihōin Chika, I discovered a very peculiar phenomenon."
"The activity of his internal organs, hormone secretion levels, brain activity... all were no different from a young person's. If an ordinary medical officer from the Fourth Division examined him, they would conclude he has no illness."
"Only someone who has reached my level of understanding and knowledge can identify the real issue."
"Namely, the aging of the soul."
Hearing this, Satoru frowned.
"Soul aging?"
"Aren't Shinigami souls themselves? If his organs are still vibrant, how can his soul be aging?"
Aizen sighed and shook his head gently.
"Many who are unlearned... many ordinary people believe that a Shinigami's body is the soul."
"This is a classic misconception."
"Everything in the living world is composed of Kishi – cells, air, machinery... including human flesh and blood."
"Whereas in the Soul Society, all things are made of Reishi."
"Both Reishi and Kishi are forms of material particles. Humans bleed when cut and need air to breathe; Shinigami are the same."
"Both can serve as vessels for the soul."
"A Shinigami's body is merely a shell composed of Reishi; its essential existence remains the soul within."
"Do you understand now?"
Satoru didn't speak.
Aizen's explanation was clear and easy to understand; he naturally could comprehend it.
But precisely because he understood, he felt even more fearful.
As if guessing his thoughts, Aizen said in a calm voice:
"Based on my speculation, in the coming days, Shihōin Chika's memories will disappear at an increasingly rapid rate.""
"At least two days, at most one month—his memories will completely vanish."
"This signifies... the annihilation of the soul."
"Once the soul disappears, he will become like a tormented sinner in Hell, his body turning to dust, utterly erased from this world."
"Based on your description, Katori Batsu'unsai's condition is likely identical to Shihōin Chika's."
"The only difference lies in how much time remains."
"My suggestion is to purify their dense Reishi before their souls vanish, allowing them to reincarnate."
After speaking, he stood up and returned to his workstation, resuming his experiments.
He had said all that needed to be said—the remaining time was for Satoru to calm down on his own.
Satoru sat in the chair, silent for a long while.
Eventually, he stood and headed out.
"Where are you going?"
Aizen looked up.
"I'm going to find the Zero Division," Satoru said with a serious expression. "The Monk must have a way to save them."
"Save them? How? By reversing their aging?"
Aizen's voice was icy.
"Putting aside whether the Zero Division can even do such a thing, even if they could—what about tomorrow after you restore these three today?"
"Ginrei Kuchiki, Yamamoto Shigekuni, Retsu Unohana, the other founding captains in Hell, even older Shinigami..."
"When they near the end of their lives, will you also ask the Zero Division to reverse their aging?"
"Satoru, don't be so arrogant. Have you ever asked these people what they themselves want?"
Hearing Aizen's words, Satoru froze in place.
After a few seconds of silence, Aizen approached and patted his shoulder.
"Go talk with them."
"Whatever decision you ultimately make, I'll support you."
"I don't believe the Zero Division can actually reverse aging... but if they truly can, I'll find a way to negotiate terms they'll accept."
Looking at Aizen standing before him, Satoru felt complicated emotions.
Finally, he nodded and turned to leave.
After exiting the Technical Bureau, he first sought out Shihōin Chika.
The dark-skinned, silver-haired man was lying on a tree branch, chewing on a straw, seemingly deep in thought.
Satoru landed beside him.
Shihōin Chika turned to look.
Recognizing Satoru, he chuckled.
"Grandson-in-law, call me Grandpa."
Satoru chuckled back.
"Little brother, call me Big Brother."
"..."
Shihōin Chika coughed and changed the subject.
"Let's skip the small talk. You look like you have business with me?"
"Lucky for you, I've got some time right now—let me solve your problems!"
He agilely twisted on the branch, shifting from leaning against the trunk to sitting cross-legged.
Satoru stood on another branch, arms crossed.
"Shihōin Chika, if your current youth and health are all illusions, and in reality you have less than a month to live—what would you do?"
Hearing this, Shihōin Chika paused slightly.
Then he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"What? You found out pretty fast."
"That Aizen kid can't keep his mouth shut—bad character. You should stay away from him!"
Satoru laughed. "There are no secrets between Sōsuke and me."
"?"
Shihōin Chika looked at him in confusion.
"My memory shouldn't be this confused... You're my granddaughter's husband, right? Not gay, are you?"
"Want me to bend over so you can check?"
Satoru grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
Shihōin Chika was shocked, his buttocks tightening in alarm.
After the commotion died down, Chika pulled out a smoking pipe from somewhere, lit it with Kidō, and took a comfortable puff.
"How did Katori and Saitō answer you?"
"Haven't asked them yet. I thought this kind of question would be awkward to bring up, so I came to talk to you first."
"?"
Shihōin Chika took a deep breath.
His blood pressure was rising.
So it's too difficult to talk with those two, but with me you just get straight to the point?
No, I need to warn my granddaughter—this man is trouble, she should keep her distance from him!
He exhaled, blowing out a long stream of smoke.
Then, looking at Satoru, he said:
"I choose death."
"Gaming reference?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, never mind."
Satoru shook his head.
The line was too classic—he'd instinctively thought Shihōin Chika had started playing LSP games too.
Shihōin Chika said lazily: "Don't be fooled by my calm appearance, I'm actually quite emotional inside."
"No, I don't see any calmness about you."
"You bastard! I'm going to make Yoruichi divorce you!"
"We're not even married yet."
"Then I'll banish you from the Shihōin Clan, make you a wandering spirit!"
"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm a noble."
"Argh, this is infuriating! Satoru is bullying a thousand-year-old man!"
Shihōin Chika continued to fuss for a while longer.
After some difficulty, the two resumed their conversation.
"When the Hell Chains first broke, I was truly overjoyed—the feeling of regained freedom was simply too wonderful."
"But soon, I realized I don't belong to this era."
"A thousand years have passed—even the invincible great general has aged into such a wretched state."
"To be honest, knowing my lifespan is running out actually makes me quite happy."
"Not to mention my peers among the clan, even most of my son's generation have already passed away."
"What business does an ancestor like me have clinging to this world day after day?"
"If people saw me then, they'd think I'm like Unohana—an old-timer pretending to be young!"
Hearing this, Satoru silently shifted his gaze from Shihōin Chika's face to look behind him, as if seeing someone approaching.
Though he suspected Satoru was likely deceiving him, Shihōin Chika couldn't help turning to glance back.
Confirming no one was there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
How wicked! The youth these days are just too wicked!
Satoru frowned. "What if I had a way to reverse your aging and restore you to a truly youthful form?"
Hearing his words, Shihōin Chika showed a smile—
"For a person to refuse death when their time has come is more humiliating than death itself."
"Boy, you wouldn't want Yoruichi's grandfather to be a man living in such disgrace, would you?"
Seeing Shihōin Chika's cheerful smile, Satoru said nothing more.
When a warrior has made up their mind, no words of dissuasion are needed.
Carrying the same question, he found Saitō Furōfushi training at the Eleventh Division.
Saitō sat cross-legged on the tatami, listening carefully to his words while hugging her arms.
Then, she nodded.
"I see."
"I did notice something was off with my memories."
"I thought it was the Hell Power affecting me—never imagined it was something like this."
"Oh, by the way, have you had lunch? I haven't eaten yet."
Satoru shook his head. "I haven't either."
"Excellent! Let's go eat first, we can talk after the meal!"
"Marvelous, truly marvelous."
The two went to the cafeteria, picked their preferred dishes, and ate heartily.
After the meal, Saitō stretched lazily with a pleased expression.
She grinned, propping her elbows on the table as she leaned her entire upper body forward.
"You're becoming more and more satisfactory to me."
"If this were my era, I could make you my vice-captain and have you work under me!"
Satoru smiled without responding.
Had he been born a thousand years earlier, his system would have been bound to Yamamoto Shigekuni in his prime.
Never mind one Saitō Furōfushi—even if all twelve other captains attacked together, they wouldn't be able to scratch him.
Seeing Satoru's smug smile, Saitō couldn't help feeling irritated.
She vaulted over the table to teach him a harsh lesson.
However, Satoru moved faster than her, flipping her upside down and spinning her overhead once before setting her down steadily.
"?"
Saitō froze for two seconds before realizing she'd just been treated like a child.
She drew her sword and chased Satoru outside.
After running several blocks, they stopped.
The reason: Saitō discovered her attacks couldn't pierce this guy's defense.
It was absurd.
She was a captain, after all, yet her sword only left a white mark on Satoru's body.
"Has this guy cultivated the Menos Grande's steel skin?"
While inwardly grumbling, she casually found a spot and sat down.
Satoru looked at her.
"You're quite carefree, aren't you? Knowing your lifespan is limited, yet you still have the mind to play around with me."
Saitō looked up at him, revealing a somewhat eerie smile.
"Satoru, have you forgotten what my name is?"
"Saitō Furōfushi... What, do you have a method for immortality?"
Satoru showed a surprised expression.
He expected Saitō to deny it, but instead, she actually nodded.
"Correct."
"?"
Under Satoru's gaze, Saitō drew her Zanpakutō.
The tsuba was shaped like a hexagram, looking quite similar to Hyōrinmaru.
"My Zanpakutō can steal the time of those it kills."
"This time can help me accomplish various things."
"For example... slowing down the surroundings during battle, giving me more reaction time."
"For example, accelerating my own speed, making my movements more agile."
"And for example, directly injecting this time into my body, allowing me to remain immortal."
"This is the origin of my name!"
Satoru was somewhat surprised.
"Your parents knew your Zanpakutō's ability before you were born?"
"Idiot, of course I changed my name later myself!"
Saitō said irritably.
Clang!
She sheathed her Zanpakutō.
"If I wanted to survive, I could do so just by using this sword's power."
"The reason you could meet me in Hell is because a thousand years ago, I had already decided not to rely on its power to cling to life."
"As an executioner, I long ago made my resolution."
"Whether killing others or being killed by others, I will have no regrets."
"If I had to name any dissatisfaction, it would be that Yamamoto never told me that after death we'd end up in that damned Hell, turning into those disgusting jailers."
She crossed her arms and looked at the man before her.
"Satoru, use that on me!"
"Use your dense Reishi purification to send me to reincarnation."
"The me of this lifetime is already dead."
"Whether surviving through my Zanpakutō's power, or having my soul annihilated to become a handful of yellow sand in Hell's deepest layer—neither is an ending I prefer."
"Compared to those, I'd rather cast aside all my past and welcome a new life!"
Under the afternoon sun, Saitō Furōfushi stood within the tree shadows.
Flecks of gold light sprinkled across her proudly smiling face, making her seem to glow.
Only at this moment did Satoru feel for the first time that the girl before him was a captain of the Noble Squad.
Not noble because of her origins.
But because of her shining soul.
Facing Saitō Furōfushi, he didn't even need to ask that question.
"I understand."
"If this is your wish, I will make it happen."
Hearing this, Saitō nodded with satisfaction.
"Good, decisive and straightforward. I'm growing to appreciate you more and more."
"If I meet you in my next life, I might consider making you my servant!"
"Let's skip the servant part... but a personal maid might be worth considering."
Satoru laughed and shook his head.
Then Saitō, as if suddenly remembering something, spoke up:
"Ah, wait for me a moment."
Saying this, she used Flash Step and disappeared into the air.
Before long, she came running back, slightly out of breath.
"I almost forgot... This thing was left behind during my lifetime. I never expected it to still be preserved."
In her hand was a metal box.
"What is this?"
Satoru reached out and took it.
"I've heard those Sternritter bastards are planning to make a comeback."
"Coincidentally, my family was originally responsible for researching the Quincy in the Soul Society."
"Inside are the materials compiled by my clan back then. Take them and use them—consider it my contribution to help thoroughly deal with those archer scum!"
Hearing this, Satoru blinked.
"These aren't paper documents inside, are they?"
"Well, what else would they be?"
"...If I open this, they won't immediately turn to dust and become a pile of paper scraps, will they?"
"I don't know, I haven't tried. Want to give it a shot?"
Try my ass!
Satoru quickly stored the box in the Shadow Space.
Just kidding—something this important should be left for Aizen and Urahara to handle.
Watching Satoru put away the box, Saitō nodded.
She walked over to a large tree and slowly sat down.
"Whew, I'm exhausted."
"Luckily, I can finally get some proper rest now."
Lifting her head, she looked at Satoru.
"I'm ready. Come on."
Satoru nodded and stepped before her.
As she looked at Satoru, Saitō's eyes seemed to gaze at something distant in the past.
Accepting Yamamoto's invitation to join the Gotei 13.
Carving a path of destruction through Seireitei, establishing the Gotei 13 as the core power system.
Slaughtering through the Sternritter, staining Seireitei's white streets with Quincy blood...
Scene after scene from the past surfaced in her mind at this moment.
Ah...
So that's it.
The reason she no longer wished to continue living wasn't due to arrogance.
But because those bygone days were gone forever.
Saitō Fushimetsu curled up the corners of her mouth.
Her body dissolved into clusters of dark crimson dense Reishi.
Satoru spread his hand, hovering it over the particles.
Gradually, these dense Reishi dispersed again, transforming into the pale blue Reishi commonly seen everywhere.
Within the glowing Reishi particles, Satoru could sense Saitō Fushimetsu's soul.
He smiled and gave a thumbs-up to the shimmering lights before him.
From within the lights, what seemed like a soft snort could be heard.
The glowing particles ascended into the sky and vanished without a trace.
Satoru had witnessed this scene many times before in Rukongai.
That pink-haired girl's soul had successfully reincarnated.
He turned his head to look behind him.
There, Katori Batsu'unsai was slowly approaching.
Seeing her seemingly unsurprised expression, Satoru showed a curious look.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I killed her?"
Katori Batsu'unsai gently shook her head.
"No, Mr. Mikami. That wasn't killing."
"For us, this is the best possible ending."
Hearing this, Satoru appeared somewhat surprised.
"You already knew?"
Katori Batsu'unsai nodded with a smile.
"I died slightly later than the others."
"Before my death, the Gotei 13 had already completed its division of labor system."
"I was the first captain of the Eighth Division, responsible for all intelligence analysis in Seireitei."
"About a week ago, I had already understood my situation."
"However... out of a bit of greed, I didn't say anything."
"After all, there was still some time before my soul would completely dissipate."
"Before that, I wanted to experience as many things as possible that I never got to experience before."
"Such as seeing Seireitei in times of peace, handling routine daily tasks, going out to have fun with friends, having picnics on grassy fields with beautiful streams."
"And... experiencing what it feels like to have a lover with you, Mr. Mikami."
"Originally, I wanted to stay a bit longer, but unfortunately, my soul can no longer hold on."
"Today, I forgot what foods you like to eat, didn't I?"
"As a lover, I'm completely unqualified."
Hearing Katori Batsu'unsai's words, Satoru finally understood.
No wonder, right after sealing the Gates of Hell, Katori had been evasive about their relationship as lovers, but recently she had suddenly become proactive.
No wonder she had been diligently learning to cook various dishes he liked and making them for him.
He shook his head.
"The inadequate lover isn't you—it's me."
"But apologies aren't really my style."
"Just now, I've memorized all the things you wanted to do. If there's anything else you want, tell me everything!"
"Before the final moment arrives, let me—Satoru Mikami, Katori Batsu'unsai's lover—fulfill your wishes!"
Watching Satoru's high spirits, his entire being seemingly radiating a brilliant light, Katori Batsu'unsai was momentarily stunned.
Then, she adjusted her glasses, revealing the happiest smile she had worn since severing her chains.
Led by Satoru, the two began their two-day journey through the Soul Society.
Seireitei, Rukongai.
Bustling streets, tranquil mountain forests.
The intelligence center of the Eighth Division, grassy fields with flowing streams...
Checkmarks gradually filled their wish list.
As the sunset of the second day approached, they sat on the roof of a building in Junrin'an, watching the distant sunset with contented hearts.
A smile lingered at the corner of Katori Batsu'unsai's lips, but her eyes seemed somewhat unfocused.
She shook her head lightly and gathered her spirits.
Seeing her like this, Satoru understood that this was probably the end.
What else could he do for her?
After pondering for over ten seconds, a scene suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Satoru's eyes lit up.
"Little Katori, wait here for a moment. I'll be right back."
Under Katori Batsu'unsai's puzzled gaze, Satoru vanished from the spot.
In less than three minutes, he flashed back.
Now carrying a wooden cane in his arms.
Seeing this cane, Katori Batsu'unsai's eyes widened.
...What's going on?
Is this the one I know?
Holding the cane, Satoru chuckled proudly.
"Little Katori, next, I'm going to show you my signature dish.""
"You're the second to enjoy it. The last one was a man, so rounding it off, you're practically the first."
As he spoke, he slapped the wooden cane.
With his action, the wooden shell of the cane disintegrated and vanished, revealing a sheathed blade inside.
It was Ryūjin Jakka!
Satoru drew Ryūjin Jakka and took out various prepared ingredients.
Looking at the array of ingredients before her, Katori Batsu'unsai seemed to guess something.
Was he planning to use Ryūjin Jakka as a heat source to cook for her personally?
How could that be possible...
Ryūjin Jakka was Yamamoto's blade, and being a fire-type, it had a very proud temperament.
Since Satoru wasn't its master, how could he make it cooperate?
The next moment, to her astonishment, small flames flickered to life on the blade of Ryūjin Jakka.
Satoru grinned, skillfully placed Ryūjin Jakka on the ground, and set a pot over it.
Grilled meat, grilled fish, roasted potatoes, and a small pot of stew took shape methodically over Ryūjin Jakka.
As a batch neared completion, Satoru sprinkled on seasoning and handed it to her.
Katori Batsu'unsai reached out and accepted it.
After taking a bite, her eyes lit up.
She never expected Yamamoto's Ryūjin Jakka to have such an ability!
Suddenly, she grew curious.
"Satoru said you've used Ryūjin Jakka to cook for someone before?"
"Yeah, similar to this time... but that situation was much more dangerous. I almost got beaten to death by that unscrupulous teacher."
Recalling Yamamoto's furious punches, Satoru grimaced.
Katori Batsu'unsai thought for a moment. "Was it for that Aizen?"
"Whoa, impressive."
Satoru gave a thumbs-up. "Close, but not quite."
"Considering the circumstances are complicated, I'll count it as correct."
Holding the skewers Satoru handed her, Katori Batsu'unsai smiled.
"Satoru, you're really fortunate to have such a close friend."
"Indeed."
Satoru nodded.
Although he had assisted Aizen more in terms of strategy, it had to be said that without the synchronized Reiatsu and various abilities from Aizen, he wouldn't have come this far.
Especially when encountering various troubles, seeing the useless Aizen by his side made him feel more at ease himself.
Over all these years, the two of them had become a prime example of mutual achievement and shared progress.
Katori Batsu'unsai rested her cheek on her hand, smiling as she watched Satoru.
Pretending to be casual, she brought the grilled meat in her hand to Satoru's mouth.
"Mr. Mikami, say ah—"
"Hm? Thank you."
Satoru opened his mouth and pulled off the piece of meat.
Mmm, the meat was aromatic, juicy, crispy without being burnt, tender without being greasy.
Truly worthy of Ryūjin Jakka. He really wanted to just keep it by his side.
Katori Batsu'unsai gave herself a mental victory.
Feeding successful!
She moved closer to Satoru and began helping with the work.
Cooking together as a couple seemed to be part of the experience program too.
Ah... what else was left unfinished on the experience program checklist?
It seemed... he couldn't quite remember.
Beside Katori Batsu'unsai, Satoru had stopped his work.
Watching the girl gradually close her eyes, he reached out his hand.
Just as his hand was about to touch the top of her head, Katori Batsu'unsai spoke with a smile:
"Mr. Mikami."
"Yes, I'm here."
"If... in my next life... I can meet you again..."
"When that time comes... please try pursuing me once more..."
"Perhaps... then... it might be possible..."
As she whispered these words, her body gradually dispersed.
Dark red dense reishi gathered and took form.
First time unfamiliar, second time familiar.
In Satoru's hands, the red dense reishi transformed into blue reishi.
The reishi circled once in his palm.
Then, slowly dissipated into the air.
Satoru leaned back and lay on the ground.
The living world was so vast—finding a reincarnated person among the sea of humanity was nearly impossible.
However, before his own astonishing wisdom, this wasn't a problem at all!
He stretched lazily, closed his eyes, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
At the entrance of the Shihōin Clan residence, Senjitsu stood with arms crossed, lost in thought.
He had promised to help with her reincarnation, so where had he gone?
Blood pressure rising!
...
...
At some unknown time, the three original captains who had suddenly appeared in Seireitei quietly vanished again.
The widely beloved Captain Mikami had, for some reason, been severely beaten by the Captain-Commander once more.
Some squad members protested against the Captain-Commander's cruel actions.
That night, Satoru had descended like a hero, saving half the Shinigami in Seireitei, and since then, many Shinigami had become his fans.
Even the Captain-Commander shouldn't be allowed to violently assault the respected Captain Mikami without reason!
These squad members formed a secret organization.
The Satoru Rights Protection Association!
The association's first action was to send a letter to the Captain-Commander, demanding an end to the violence against Captain Mikami.
After receiving the complaint, Yamamoto provided a solution that same morning.
Anyone who wanted to take Satoru's place in getting beaten could register at the First Division.
Before lunch that same day, the Satoru Rights Protection Association disbanded on the spot.
At first, Aizen was somewhat concerned, worried that Satoru was forcing himself to appear fine.
But after half a day of observation, he could confirm that this guy was genuinely already fine.
In a way, he himself was somewhat foolish for worrying about an idiot.
Just as he was preparing to return to his work, Satoru suddenly remembered something and stopped him.
Under Aizen's puzzled gaze, Satoru opened the Shadow Space and pulled out an iron box.
After hearing Satoru explain the box's origin, Aizen's expression turned serious.
Taking Satoru and the iron box, Aizen returned to the Technical Bureau.
Aizen used his reiatsu to create an operation table that prevented air flow.
Then he directed Satoru to slowly decompose the reishi composing the box.
Gradually, the paper documents inside were revealed.
To prevent damage to the papers, Aizen focused with unprecedented concentration—more than he ever used in battle—and recorded them page by page.
After confirming everything was archived, he resealed the original documents.
For many days after that, Aizen remained in the research laboratory without emerging.
Just when Satoru had almost forgotten about the matter, Aizen suddenly summoned him.
Entering the laboratory, Aizen closed the door securely and raised the corners of his mouth.
"Satoru, this time, you've truly obtained something valuable."
"And what's more, it's something exclusively for you."
Under Satoru's strange gaze, he turned on the large screen.
Displayed on it was a Reiatsu flow diagram.
"In the Saitō family's research materials, there's a special technique."
"By utilizing fragments of the Soul King combined with a unique Reiatsu manipulation method, a Shinigami can simulate techniques exclusive to Quincies."
"For ordinary Shinigami, achieving such simulation is extremely difficult—it would be twice the effort for half the result, completely meaningless."
"But you're different."
"Your control over Reishi already far surpasses that of normal Shinigami."
"If I had to describe it, you've even approached the essence of Reishi itself."
"Most importantly... if my guess is correct, that shadow of yours from beyond this world could very likely serve as fuel in place of the Soul King fragments!"
"If this theory can be realized, Satoru, you might become the first Shinigami in history capable of simultaneously using Shinigami, Hollow, and Quincy abilities."
"Do you know what this means?"
Satoru pondered for two seconds.
"Does it mean... I can use conflicting energy attributes to create a Buddha's Fury Lotus?"
"?"
Aizen frowned, searching his memory for the term "Buddha's Fury Lotus."
Finding no recollection of it, he determined Satoru was just talking nonsense.
Under the gaze of this cultural wasteland, he took a deep breath.
"Based on my many years of research and investigation of various texts, I can basically confirm one thing."
"The Soul King possesses at least the powers of Shinigami, Hollow, Quincy, and another currently unidentified power."
"And you, along with me, are about to master three of them."
"We've taken another step closer to that existence."