"What exactly were you and Lady Shutara talking about just now?"
On the way from the barracks to the underground prison, Nishikawa looked suspiciously at his little brother beside him.
"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.
It could be seen from the fact that Shutara Senjumaru asked him to report to the research lab tomorrow.
The Power of Hollow extracted from suppressing the Adjuchas had already perfectly merged with him.
How could Shutara Senjumaru, as a scientist, let go of such unique research material?
No wonder this woman couldn't bear to treat him as a Hollow and dispose of him.
If he were really dealt with, where would she find a Shinigami who could perfectly control the Power of Hollow?
Nishikawa shook his head and stopped dwelling on this.
"Whether it's the truth or you just don't want to say."
"But since Lady Shutara is here, those big shots probably won't use any underhanded means against you."
"This way, you will at least have a lot less trouble."
The honest man's thoughts were as simple and unsophisticated as always.
Naraku Sora nodded, deeply agreeing.
With Shutara Senjumaru's attitude, in the short term, his life shouldn't be in any danger.
However, once this woman thoroughly researched his secret, it would be hard to say.
After all, the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceptive she can be.
God knows what she would do once she had squeezed him dry.
So, taking advantage of this hard-won safe time, it was better to train hard and strive to have some power for self-preservation as soon as possible.
His current strength made Naraku Sora feel very insecure.
"Senior Nishikawa."
"Hmm."
"Have there been any prison break incidents or missions to arrest sinners in the Central Prison recently?"
"Huh?"
Nishikawa was furious: "What kind of place do you take the Central Prison for? Do you think we are all good-for-nothings?"
"How could a prison break happen so casually..."
Before he could finish speaking, a piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire prison barracks.
"Emergency alert!"
The urgent voice echoed.
"There is an intruder in the Detention Room, everyone please come to support!"
"Repeat, emergency alert!"
"Detention Room..."
Nishikawa's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment.
Did I jinx it? A prison break happened before I could even finish speaking?!
"Naraku, you and I..."
When Nishikawa came back to his senses and was about to call Naraku Sora to go support together, the figure beside him was nowhere to be seen.
Looking up again, someone was already pressing one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, rushing excitedly towards the Detention Room.
"Senior Nishikawa, justice must not be late."
"I'll go ahead."
The lingering sound echoed in the empty street. 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 Shunpo to catch up.
Although it wasn't clear how those guys mentioned in the alarm did it, the top priority now was to go to the Detention Room for support.
Being a second late could result in casualties.
The Central Prison was already short-staffed. If there were deaths, the loss would be huge.
...
...
Inside the Detention Room.
Several Shinigami had been knocked unconscious and lay piled together, unaware of anything.
Nearby, black chains were scattered all over the floor.
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 too late?"
"They were sent to the hell below so quickly? Normally, shouldn't there be an interrogation process?"
"Damn it, could those idiots not even withstand the most basic punishment?"
The figure muttered to himself, his eyes full of conflict.
"Trespassing into the Detention Room is already that woman's bottom line. If I go to the hell, even the Elder won't be able to protect me. Forget it."
"Hopefully they didn't reveal too much."
The figure took a deep breath, preparing to retreat from the Detention Room.
However, before he could make a move, a tyrannical Reiatsu that made one's scalp tingle came from outside.
Immediately after, under the intruder's shocked gaze, the intact door in front was split open by a slash, and countless fragments burst out with a violent whistling sound.
"Listen up inside, you are surrounded!"
A wild and arrogant voice resounded, followed by a figure holding a sword.
"Surrender early, and I can still help you strive for leniency."
Naraku Sora broke into the Detention Room and saw the unconscious Shinigami 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 came too 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.
His guts weren't big enough to kill people casually in the Inner Court, especially in an important institution like the Central Prison.
Silencing a few idiots was already the bottom line. If he dared to cross the line again, even if he were a high-ranking noble, the Wise Men wouldn't be able to protect him.
"Little thing, doing your own job well 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 back off, but before he could finish speaking, he saw a cold blade light slashing towards him.
Clang!
The moment the sound of clashing metal burst forth, a tyrannical Reiatsu rushed straight at him, instantly rendering the intruder speechless.
Naraku Sora grinned hideously: "I don't care who you are, take my slash first."
The intruder was greatly alarmed. The power transmitted from the Zanpakutō was not something an ordinary jailer should have at all.
However, the guy in front of him was not any Chief Jailer he knew.
Where did the Central Prison get such a strong, reckless youth?
"Daring to get distracted in a life-and-death battle? Seeking death!"
The smile on Naraku Sora's face became increasingly ferocious. A faintly reddish aura lingered around him, like a bloodthirsty beast breaking free from confinement.
Just as the Academy teacher had evaluated.
He wasn't good at Aizen's fighting style of controlling the situation. Instead of learning from others, it was better to return to his true self.
Reiatsu like blood wrapped around the silvery-white blade, crushing head-on against the intruder's Zanpakutō like a speeding dump truck.
Accompanied by the burst of tyrannical power, the opponent's body was lifted up along with it and violently blown away!
There was no technique to speak of at all.
It was all the beauty of raw stats!
Tremors like an earthquake impacted the entire Detention Room. Countless dust particles 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 greeted his eyes was a crimson light.
Naraku Sora stood holding his sword, raised his hand, and extended a finger:
"Hadō #31. Shakkahō!"