Chapter 147: Little Sōsuke, Train Hard
While Aizen was contemplating life, Satoru suddenly seemed to remember something.
He opened the system notification log.
Sure enough, at the latest entry, he found the answer.
[Detected bound target "Sōsuke Aizen" has increased in strength. Automatically synchronizing training progress… Synchronization complete!]
[Your Reiatsu has increased. Spiritual Might level is approaching 2!]
[Note: This state is a temporary boost achieved through external means. When bound target "Sōsuke Aizen" loses this state, your Reiatsu will automatically decrease to the highest level of his normal state.]
Seeing this prompt and combining it with Aizen looking relatively fine, not beaten to a pulp by Kyōka Suigetsu, Satoru instantly understood.
This guy Sōsuke had taken drugs on the spot to boost his Reiatsu level, just to avoid being controlled by Kyōka Suigetsu.
This enhancement effect had been automatically synchronized by the system.
Therefore, he could now directly resist Kyōka Suigetsu, naturally making the soul coat unnecessary.
Under Aizen's gaze, Satoru slightly raised his head.
"The battle of Shinigami is a battle of Reiatsu."
"With my current strength, no matter how exquisite Kyōka Suigetsu is, it cannot shake my steadfast heart."
"Young man, work hard and train well. One day, you too can become as strong as me."
He reached out and patted Aizen's shoulder with earnest gravity.
Aizen: "?"
In an instant, dozens of plans to make Satoru suffer flashed through his mind.
"I'm very sorry, I got too carried away!"
Satoru suddenly bowed.
Aizen: "…"
Was this guy's intuition a bit too sharp?
He took a deep breath to calm his rising blood pressure.
Then, lowering his voice, he said, "I just took Drug No. 3. The effects won't last long."
"Cooperate with me and take down Kōga!"
"Roger! Leave it to me!"
Satoru gave a thumbs-up.
Aizen nodded with satisfaction.
He flashed away, charging toward Kyōka Suigetsu first.
Satoru, meanwhile, showed an innocent smile as he rushed toward Kōga.
Watching the two spring into action, Kōga realized this battle was unwinnable.
He had finally managed to turn one Zanpakutō, only for it to be useless.
Look at Shunsui Kyōraku's Zanpakutō—beating its master like he was a grandson.
In comparison, Shadow Killer's Zanpakutō could only be described as pathetic.
Was this guy the one who had both the rebels and the Gotei 13 running in circles with such a lousy sword?
In every sense, it was just too damn bizarre.
There was no need to continue this fight.
If it went on any longer, he might end up staying here for good.
"Muramasa, go stop Satoru."
Kōga issued the command to his Zanpakutō.
He planned to repeat his old trick—first have Muramasa block Satoru while he seized the chance to escape.
After all, as long as he activated his Zanpakutō's ability, he could summon Muramasa back no matter how far apart they were.
As for Muramasa possibly getting injured... What did it matter if a Zanpakutō suffered a little damage?
Compared to the great undertaking he was about to accomplish, such a sacrifice was utterly insignificant.
With that, he turned and fled.
Muramasa nodded, positioning himself in Satoru's path and preparing to intercept.
Seeing Muramasa blocking his way, Satoru felt a mix of emotions.
At first, he had thought Kōga wasn't inherently bad—just twisted by the harsh pressure Ginrei Kuchiki had put on him.
But now, he was certain.
Someone like Kōga would have become a scourge sooner or later, even without Ginrei Kuchiki's oppression.
Not to mention how easily he had betrayed the Kuchiki Clan, which had nurtured him, all for the sake of gaining power to fulfill his repulsive plans.
His attitude toward his Zanpakutō alone was enough to reveal his character.
The Zanpakutō, which should have been like a brother or family member through daily companionship, was repeatedly thrown out as a shield.
Was there any more despicable act for a Shinigami?
How could such a person exist—treating his Zanpakutō as nothing but a tool, completely indifferent to its feelings?
Satoru couldn't help but feel profound anguish.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
Muramasa widened his eyes, ready to face the enemy.
Having fought Satoru once before, he was mentally prepared for the latter's strength.
Indeed, Satoru was powerful. With those fists that could crush even gods and buddhas in their path, he ranked among the strongest even at the captain level.
However, that guy couldn't perform Bankai, so his Reiatsu limit wasn't particularly high.
His strength was nothing like that woman from earlier.
Don't think you can easily get past this!
Gripping his Zanpakutō, he let out a loud shout and charged toward Satoru.
Watching Muramasa charging at him, Satoru revealed a compassionate gaze, like a saint saving people from suffering... ahem, a holy man.
The next second, all compassion vanished from the holy man's face, replaced by a wrathful demon's visage.
With ferocious pressure, Satoru threw both fists forward—
Sōkotsu!!
Feeling the oppressive force from Satoru's fists, Muramasa couldn't help but freeze.
This power... it doesn't seem to be on the same level as before...
Under his incredulous gaze, Satoru's fists easily shattered his sword and continued unabated, landing on his body.
In that instant, Muramasa suspected his entire body had been obliterated.
Two shockwaves erupted from his back, shattering dozens of stone pillars along their path before disappearing deep into the distant Menos Forest.
With vacant, lifeless eyes, Muramasa's body went limp and began falling from the sky.
Watching Muramasa plummeting downward, Satoru shook his fists.
"As expected of Reiatsu close to the second level, so satisfying."
Because his Reiatsu had increased so much, he hadn't controlled the strength of that punch very well.
Several finger bones in both hands had broken.
But such minor pain meant nothing to him now.
LMAO, he was long since used to it.
At the last moment, he had changed his method of exerting force, releasing all the punch's energy that should have exploded inside Muramasa's body outward through it.
If he hadn't held back just now, Muramasa might have lost his entire upper body.
After dealing with Muramasa, he raised his head and looked toward Kōga.
Kōga, who was fleeing for his life, sensed the change in Muramasa's Reiatsu and couldn't help but look back in surprise.
When he did, he just happened to see Satoru smiling at him.
Seeing that hellish demon's smile, Kōga's legs went weak, nearly causing him to stumble.
Especially when he saw Muramasa falling from the sky, condition unknown, he completely broke down.
"Monster... monster!!"
Yamamoto Shigekuni, Satoru... why did these two monsters appear in the Soul Society?!
He absolutely had to escape back, had to make Tsunayashiro Senzaemon take him to the Soul King Palace!
As long as he reached that place, as long as he reached that place!
While desperately fleeing, he suddenly heard explosion after explosion coming from behind him.
What's that noise?!
He looked back again.
And saw Satoru seemingly transforming into a human-shaped jet, kicking off explosive air waves with each step, charging ferociously toward him with terrifying acceleration!
"Hey! Kōga!"
"Let's—play—!"
Eek!!!
Kōga's pupils trembled violently.
Don't come any closer!!!