Chapter 208: You Know Tracking Kidō Too?
"Roar..."
On the high platform of Las Noches, a pale white skeleton sat on his throne, quietly watching the plaza below.
A golden-haired humanoid Hollow was swinging a massive bone sword, battling over a dozen Adjuchas.
Baraggan leaned slightly to the side, supporting his face with slender finger bones.
"So Tier Harribel has indeed come."
One of the Adjuchas grinned: "Lord Baraggan, please let me go! I'll secure victory for you!"
But Baraggan let out a derisive laugh.
"A mere Adjuchas thinks it can defeat a Vasto Lorde?"
"The courage of the ignorant."
"Not just one of you, even ten or twenty couldn't possibly defeat that one."
"Go, summon Szayelaporro."
"Tell him that after living in Las Noches for so long, it's time to pay some rent."
The Adjuchas seemed dissatisfied, but quickly bowed his head and accepted the order.
Baraggan looked down again.
Speaking of which... Tier Harribel always had three Adjuchas followers with her, didn't she?
Two of them have already been captured by our side and imprisoned.
What about the remaining one?
Did it abandon Harribel when she came to throw an egg against a stone, scared away?
Or... is there some other mission?
Baraggan emitted a low chuckle.
It doesn't matter either way.
Soon, Harribel will be within my grasp.
Then, either swear loyalty or die!
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"Time is running short."
Aizen knelt before a door, rapidly deciphering the Kidō lock on it as he spoke.
"Although Harribel is a Vasto Lorde, her combat skills are rather ordinary."
"I've fought her before—she's the type with raw power but lacking technique."
"Her attacks may seem impressive, but she can only bully Adjuchas."
"If another Vasto Lorde level opponent appears, she'll be defeated quickly."
Satoru sat nearby against the wall, looking almost asleep.
When he saw Senzaemon's Kidō lock, his first instinct was to cut it open with Risō Jakumetsu.
Aizen directly shoved him aside.
This kind of Kidō lock, if not opened with specific techniques, would instantly alert the caster themselves.
If Senzaemon were to return then, they wouldn't need to consider escaping anymore.
Seeing that he was of no use, Satoru went to the side to sleep.
Hearing Aizen's words, he lifted his head.
"Other Vasto Lordes? Are there other Vasto Lordes in Las Noches?"
Aizen gave him a speechless look. "That subordinate you recently recruited."
"Subordinate?"
Satoru frowned in thought.
A few seconds later, he suddenly understood.
"Ah, Szayelaporro."
In the anime, Szayelaporro had already been nerfed to just ordinary Adjuchas level.
Therefore, whenever Vasto Lordes were mentioned, Satoru always unconsciously overlooked him.
Now that it was mentioned, he remembered that Szayelaporro was currently a genuine Vasto Lorde.
"Hup!"
Satoru exerted force from his seated position and sprang up into a standing posture.
"No need to worry, I'll just go have a word with that pink-haired guy."
Aizen asked curiously, "You know his location?"
"Of course." Satoru proudly raised his head. "I left a tracking Kidō inside him that can be activated when needed."
"Hmm... let me see."
"Found him! I'll be right back!"
With that, Satoru's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.
Watching the direction he left, Aizen raised an eyebrow.
Tracking Kidō.
Another ability he hadn't heard of before.
He had wondered several times how Satoru managed to easily find his location.
Now it was clear.
He'd settle this score properly after returning to the Soul Society.
In Satoru's dedicated grudge notebook, Aizen added a heavy mark.
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By the time Satoru returned, Aizen had already successfully opened the lock.
Seeing Satoru, Aizen immediately commanded:
"Satoru, check if there are any more mechanisms in the room."
"Okay!"
Without another word, Satoru jumped into the room and released his Gigai field.
A few seconds later, he pointed at a section of wall. "Here!"
"Well done."
Aizen's eyes lit up.
Before Satoru returned, he had already studied the entire room thoroughly.
There didn't seem to be any place that looked like it was hiding the Enrakyōten.
He had even begun to suspect that Senzaemon might have taken the sword with him.
Now that Satoru pointed it out, he realized this section of wall was indeed somewhat unusual.
Pressing his hand against it and adjusting several Reiatsu wavelengths, Aizen curled up the corner of his mouth.
Yes, there was something here.
Using his superb Reiatsu control, he slowly infiltrated it.
Before long, the wall began to distort.
Layer upon layer of ripples spread across the wall surface.
A hidden compartment silently revealed itself.
Inside the compartment rested an ornate sword stand.
On the stand lay a sword wrapped in cloth.
Even without unwrapping it, they could tell it was undoubtedly the Enrakyōten!
"I never expected obtaining such a divine artifact would be so simple."
Aizen reached out with some emotion and took the sword from the compartment.
He turned to Satoru, about to say something.
Seeing the latter's shining eyes, he shook his head in amusement.
Under Satoru's gaze, Aizen lifted his hand and tossed the Enrakyōten over.
"Take good care of it. It stays with you until we return to the Soul Society."
"But you are absolutely forbidden from using it until I determine the sword's condition."
Satoru readily agreed.
He caught the sword, swiftly unwrapped the cloth with two movements, and drew out a section of the blade.
Gazing at the eerie cold light shimmering on the edge, he showed an emotional expression.
"As expected of the Tsunayashiro Clan's treasure. Just the craftsmanship alone is enough to be called a masterpiece."
"You understand craftsmanship?"
Aizen was somewhat surprised.
"No, not at all. I just said that to sound knowledgeable."
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For the first time in a while, my blood pressure spiked.
Taking a deep breath to control his rising blood pressure, Aizen spoke:
"The first objective is complete. Next—"
"Get down!"
Before he could finish, he saw Satoru's expression suddenly change as the latter lunged forward, pressing him to the ground.
In the next second, a Cero blending black and dark red shattered the adjacent wall and surged into the room.
Blinding light and a violent explosion filled the space where they had just been standing.
The Cero swept horizontally, so it came and went swiftly.
The room above them had been cleanly sheared off, revealing the pitch-black night sky beyond.
On a high platform, Senzaemon wore an expression of fury.
That bastard Baraggan—attacking without regard, damaging the tower he resided in. This was nothing short of a provocation!
Just as he was about to erupt in anger, he froze.
In his line of sight, two cloaked figures were swiftly moving out of his room.
Senzaemon's scalp tightened, and he instinctively glanced toward the wall where he hid his treasures.
The next moment, his blood pressure spiked.