"What exactly were you and Lady Shutara talking about just now?"
Leaving the squad barracks, on the way to the underground prison, Nishikawa looked at his younger colleague with suspicion.
"Isn't it obvious?" Naraku Sora asked back.
Nishikawa was confused and completely lost.
Naraku Sora acted as if it were a matter of course: "That woman craves my body."
Nishikawa: "?"
Although Nishikawa couldn't understand such rhetoric at all, what he said was the honest truth.
One could tell a thing or two from the fact that Shutara Senjumaru told him to report to the research lab tomorrow.
The power of the Hollow extracted from suppressing the Adjuchas had achieved a perfect fusion with him.
How could Shutara Senjumaru, as a scientist, let go of such unique research material?
No wonder this woman couldn't bear to dispose of him as a Hollow.
If he were really eliminated, where would she find a Soul Reaper who could perfectly control Hollow power?
Nishikawa shook his head, no longer dwelling on this.
"Truth or not, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say."
"But since Lady Shutara is involved, those big shots shouldn't use any underhanded methods against you."
"In this way, you will at least avoid a lot of trouble."
The honest man's thoughts were as simple and unsophisticated as always.
Naraku Sora nodded, deeply agreeing.
Given Shutara Senjumaru's attitude, he shouldn't be in any life-threatening danger in the short term.
However, once that woman figured out his secrets, it would be hard to say.
After all, the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceptive she is.
God knows what she will do once she has eaten him dry and wiped him clean.
So, taking advantage of this hard-won safe time, it would be better to train hard and strive to gain some power for self-preservation as soon as possible.
His current strength gave Naraku Sora no sense of security.
"Senior Nishikawa."
"Hmm."
"Have there been any prison break events or missions to arrest criminals at Shino Prison recently?"
"Huh?"
Nishikawa was furious: "What kind of place do you think Shino Prison is? Do you think we are all good-for-nothings?"
"How could something like a prison break happen so casual..."
Before he finished speaking, a piercing alarm instantly resounded through the entire prison squad barracks.
"Emergency Alarm!"
The urgent voice echoed.
"Intruder in the holding cell, everyone please come to support!"
"Repeat, Emergency Alarm!"
"Holding cell..."
Nishikawa's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment.
Did I jinx it? A prison break happened before I even finished speaking?!
"Naraku, you and I..."
When Nishikawa came back to his senses and prepared to call Naraku Sora to go support together, the figure beside him was gone.
Looking up again, someone was already pressing his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, rushing towards the holding cell with a face full of excitement.
"Senior Nishikawa, justice must never be late."
"I'll go on ahead."
On the empty street, the lingering sound echoed. Naraku Sora's back flashed across the roof like a meteor and disappeared at the end of the line of sight.
Nishikawa cursed in a low voice and activated Flash Step to follow.
Although he didn't know how those guys mentioned in the alarm managed to do it, the top priority now was to go to the holding cell for support.
Being a second late could cause casualties.
Shino Prison was already short-handed; if there were deaths, the loss would be great.
...
...
Inside the holding cell.
Several Soul Reapers were knocked unconscious and piled together, completely unaware.
Beside them, black chains were scattered on the ground.
A figure wrapped tightly from head to toe, with only a pair of eyes exposed, stood there, looking coldly at everything in front of him.
"Am I a step late?"
"To think they were sent to the Hell below so quickly. Normally, shouldn't there be an interrogation process?"
"Damn it, could it be that this bunch of idiots couldn't even withstand the most basic torture?"
The figure muttered to himself, his eyes full of conflict.
"Trespassing in the holding cell is already that woman's bottom line. If I go to Hell, even the Elders won't be able to protect me. Forget it."
"I hope they didn't confess too much."
The figure took a deep breath and prepared to evacuate from the holding cell.
However, before he could make a move, a scalp-tingling, tyrannical Reiatsu came from outside.
Immediately afterwards, in the shocked gaze of the intruder, the intact door in front was smashed by a sword, and countless debris burst out with a violent whistling sound.
"Listen, people inside, you have been surrounded!"
A wild and arrogant voice resounded, followed by a figure holding a sword.
"Surrender early, and I can still help you fight for leniency."
Naraku Sora broke into the holding cell and saw the unconscious Soul Reapers piled aside at a glance.
"I didn't expect my colleagues to have already fallen victim to this thief's vicious hand. It seems I'm still late."
"Rest assured, I will avenge you."
Intruder: "?"
Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?
Those people just fainted. If your eyes are bad, you can donate them.
He wasn't bold enough to kill people casually in the Seireitei, especially in an important institution like Shino Prison.
Silencing a few idiots was already the bottom line. If he dared to cross the line again, even if he was a high-ranking noble, Lord Sage wouldn't be able to protect him.
"Little thing, doing your own duty is more important than anything else. Only by minding your own business can you live..."
The intruder wanted to use words to persuade him to retreat, but before he could finish, he saw a cold sword light slashing towards him.
Clang!
At the moment when the sound of metal clashing burst forth, the tyrannical Reiatsu rushed straight over, instantly rendering the intruder speechless.
Naraku Sora grinned hideously: "I don't care who you are, take my blade first."
The intruder was greatly alarmed. The power coming from the Zanpakutō was not at all like what an ordinary jailer should have.
However, this guy in front of him was not any warden he knew.
Where did Shino Prison get such a strong, reckless young man?
"Daring to get distracted in a life-and-death battle? You're looking for death!"
The smile on Naraku Sora's face became more and more ferocious. A faintly reddish aura lingered around him, just like a bloodthirsty beast breaking free from confinement.
Just as the Academy teacher had evaluated.
He was not good at Aizen's fighting style of controlling the situation. Instead of learning from others, it was better to return to his true self.
The blood-like Reiatsu wrapped around the silver-white blade, like a speeding heavy truck, and smashed head-on into the intruder's Zanpakutō.
Accompanied by the eruption of tyrannical power, the opponent's body was lifted up along with it and suddenly sent flying!
There was absolutely no technique to speak of.
It was all the beauty of stats!
The earthquake-like turmoil impacted the entire holding cell. Countless dust fell rustling down. The intruder's body was directly embedded into the wall, squeezed by countless stones.
"Cough, cough!"
The intruder retched forcefully, feeling as if his internal organs had been crushed back and forth by some indescribable object, his teeth full of blood.
He struggled to break free from the broken wall, but when the dust cleared, what came into view was a crimson light.
Naraku Sora stood with his sword, raised his hand, and extended a finger:
"Hadō #31, Shakkahō!"