"Is there any way to get in?"
Naraku Sora stared intently at the Kidō barrier in front of him, not recklessly trying to hack it with his sword.
Although in his perception, the strength of the barrier before him couldn't stop him at all.
"I mean, the more covert kind."
Aizen glanced at him with some surprise: "I thought you would hack the Kidō barrier open with your sword."
In his impression, a certain someone was definitely capable of doing such a thing.
"Isn't this to avoid alerting the enemy?" Naraku Sora grinned.
In his eyes, what lay behind this Kidō barrier was all profit, an important guarantee for his survival in this dangerous world.
Losing even one would make his heart ache terribly.
"I'll try."
Still conservative rhetoric; Aizen was as modest as always.
However, given his talent, Naraku Sora was full of confidence.
If even Aizen couldn't crack this Kidō barrier, he would have to consider running away.
Aizen took two steps forward, observing the flickering Kidō light with rapt attention, occasionally writing something down in the empty space beside him.
Before long, he nodded:
"The person who created this Kidō barrier is very creative. He ingeniously combined Bakudō #37 and Bakudō #39, while also referencing the operating principle of Bakudō #73."
"It's also very simple to enter without alerting the other party."
"Bakudō #26. Kyokkō."
Aizen raised his hand and made a feint over the two of them. A layer of hazy light and shadow composed of Reiatsu immediately covered their figures.
"I controlled the Reishi wavelength and frequency of Kyokkō to be the same as the Kidō barrier. This way, the Kidō barrier will identify us as the same kind."
"Thus, we can enter without hindrance."
Naraku Sora listened in a daze, finally grinned and summarized: "As expected of you, Sōraemon!"
Aizen: "..."
What kind of weird nickname is Sōraemon? And back at the Shin'ō Academy, this guy even gave him the nickname Aimeng (Blue Dream).
What exactly is in this guy's head?
Suppressing his slightly rising Reiatsu, Aizen took the lead and walked in front.
As the Kyokkō light and shadow covering the outer layer touched the Kidō barrier, a wondrous reaction like water blending with milk instantly occurred.
Naraku Sora followed closely behind, and another colorful light and shadow merged into it.
What greeted their eyes was a black curtain hanging down from the ceiling, as if trying to cover all the darkness behind it.
There were no guards around. Obviously, the owner of this place didn't think anyone could enter here without destroying the Kidō barrier.
Naraku Sora reached out and slowly pulled open the curtain in front.
Just like that, a hellish picture scroll appeared before their eyes, deeply engraved in their minds.
Directly in front, on a device resembling an operating table, lay a corpse that had been disemboweled, still emitting residual warmth. Its internal organs had been completely hollowed out, and trickles of blood flowed down from the damaged areas.
On the flat ground, it pooled into a river.
And this was just the tip of the iceberg.
In the corner of the room, a large number of broken corpses were piled together like a small hill.
Severed limbs mixed with ruptured eyeballs, and twisted bodies were still twitching under the action of residual nerves.
The heavy smell of blood filled their nostrils, producing a strong stimulation.
Who knows how many lives were buried in this entire dissection room? The piercing crimson made it somewhat unbearable even for someone like Naraku Sora, who had undergone the baptism of hell.
At this moment.
Not a trace of a smile could be seen on Naraku Sora's face anymore. Replaced by a deathly calm, containing the heaviness before a storm.
Humans form souls after dying in the World of the Living, and when they come to Soul Society, they regain bodies composed of Reishi.
And those high-and-mighty classes didn't consider the residents of the Rukongai as existences like themselves at all.
In the eyes of those frenzied people, everything in the Rukongai was merely their private property.
They could take whatever they wanted.
Life was the same.
For some unspeakable purpose, they treated other people's lives as the cost of trial and error.
Dismembering limbs, stripping organs.
Not even sparing the soul.
Perhaps, the residents of that village were all here.
"This is the truest side of Soul Society."
Aizen's voice seemed exceptionally calm, as if he had long accepted such a setting.
"In the further districts of the Rukongai, people will fight to the death for a mouthful of muddy water."
"While the nobles living in the Seireitei and the forward districts enjoy treatment that commoners wouldn't even dare to dream of."
"But even so, they are still not satisfied."
"Whether for some illusory and ridiculous glory, or for the greedy desires deep in their hearts, they have built countless such places in Soul Society—"
"Hell."
Naraku Sora sighed and tightened his grip on the Zanpakutō at his waist:
"So, dealing with such people, letting them die once and for all is a bit too merciful, and it also does a disservice to those souls they treated like grass."
"What do you think, Sōsuke?"
Aizen fell silent for a moment. He suddenly realized that compared to Naraku Sora, he was a bit too conservative.
However, this was probably the reason why he could get along with this guy.
Covered by Kyokkō, Aizen activated Kakushitsuijaku again. The Reishi threads crossed the dissection room, penetrated the ground, and disappeared below.
Just as Aizen was trying to find the entrance to the basement through other methods, Naraku Sora twitched his nose, and his eyes lit up:
"Northwest direction!"
...
...
Basement level two, in a bright research lab, dozens of figures were busy moving back and forth.
In the center of the room lay a hideous corpse several meters long. Beside it was a pool of bright red blood, with a Zanpakutō submerged in it, leaving only the hilt exposed.
On the back of the corpse, a huge gash ran from the neck to the lumbar vertebrae, almost splitting it in two.
From time to time, someone would cut off a piece of flesh from it and throw it into the blood pool.
Right next to the corpse, a figure stood with arms crossed, quietly watching the research process.
If Naraku Sora were here, he would find that this person's appearance was extremely similar to Araki Makoto, the intruder he had killed earlier.
"Lord Araki, are we being a bit too hasty?"
"The disappearance of a village has already attracted the attention of the Gotei 13."
Someone whispered with a face full of smiles.
Hearing this, the man called Lord Araki was somewhat annoyed:
"Idiot, do you think I don't know?!"
"If it weren't for those useless trash being locked up in the Central Prison, we wouldn't have to be in such a hurry. Once the matter here leaks out..."
However, before he could finish speaking, a tremendous noise suddenly came from the main door above.
Countless gazes turned in unison towards the direction of the sound, only to see the hard metal door being blasted to pieces in an instant.
Amidst the permeating dust, scorching flames surged like a tide, sweeping downwards in an instant!