In a small corner of Karakura Town in the Human World.
Ito Makoto gazed at the small wooden house hidden in a secluded spot before him.
The words "Urahara Shop" were written above the entrance.
"Finally found it!"
After helping his main body complete its plan, Ito Makoto returned to the Human World to continue his Garrison mission.
Since his soul body was inconvenient to move around in the Human World, he came here hoping to get a suitable artificial body.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped within the Urahara Shop's barrier, a dark shadow flashed past.
He looked closely and saw it was a black cat standing behind him, blocking his retreat.
"Whoosh!"
A burly, long-haired man wearing sunglasses appeared on Ito Makoto's side.
Then, the door of the small wooden house slowly opened.
Soon after, a tall, young man with short, light-yellow hair, wearing a dark-green short jacket, light-green clothes and pants, a white and green fisherman's hat, and wooden clogs, walked out from behind the door, holding a cane and looking nonchalant.
The moment he saw the soul reaper uniform Ito Makoto was wearing, the nonchalant expression on his face instantly vanished, becoming serious, and he pointed his cane forward.
"This... Shinigami... sir, for what purpose do you visit my humble shop?"
Seeing the awkward atmosphere in the field, Ito Makoto couldn't help but swallow, secretly complaining to himself.
"Hey, hey, hey, seriously? You three Squad Captains in hiding, directly cornering a Vice-Captain level rookie like me. Are you treating me like Aizen?"
"Uh, Shopkeeper Urahara, Mr. Tsukabishi Tessai, and Ms. Yoruichi."
"There's no need for the three of you to panic. I am just an enthusiastic Shinigami who also deeply detests Aizen's heinous crimes!"
"I've come here today simply to share important intelligence with the three of you!"
Ito Makoto looked at the three vigilant individuals, a smile playing on his lips.
Aizen Sōsuke!
Upon hearing that name, the atmosphere among the three in the field instantly grew tense, especially the cat-form Yoruichi behind him, who directly leaped onto Ito Makoto's right shoulder.
"Kid, what important intelligence about Aizen? Speak quickly!"
Ito Makoto looked around, somewhat helplessly saying:
"Aren't the three of you going to invite me in for a seat?"
...
A moment later, Ito Makoto sat in front of a small table, holding a cup of hot tea and taking a few sips.
At the same time, he curiously looked around, marveling to himself:
"Kisuke Urahara truly lives up to his reputation as a technical master of the Soul Society; the Urahara Shop, which looks small from the outside, actually has hidden depths."
"Hey, kid, if you have any intelligence, speak quickly. I don't have much patience."
The black cat Yoruichi jumped onto the table, her two cat eyes fixed on Ito Makoto.
After finishing a cup of hot tea, Ito Makoto suddenly felt completely comfortable, and even his spiritual particles had increased slightly.
"As expected of Urahara Shop, there are so many good things here!"
"Mr. Urahara, I would like you to help me create an artificial body!"
Seeing Ito Makoto's seasoned demeanor, Tsukabishi Tessai and Yoruichi already looked displeased, but only Kisuke Urahara continued to smile at Ito Makoto.
"Kid, are you Aizen's envoy, sent to deliberately tease us?"
Yoruichi asked, somewhat annoyed.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the field was a bit delicate, he slowly began to speak:
"Ms. Yoruichi, haste makes waste, you know!"
"It was only by chance that I learned that Aizen's Zanpakuto, Kyōka Suigetsu, is not a water-type as he claimed, but rather an illusion-type. Its ability is complete hypnosis, and he used this method to frame you all, which led to your sentencing by Central 46!"
As he spoke, Ito Makoto looked up at Kisuke Urahara and Tsukabishi Tessai.
"I presume you two have had deep experience with this ability!"
"Hey, kid, did you just come here to tell us this? Can't you tell us something we don't already know?"
Yoruichi said irritably.
Clearly, combining their past experiences in the Soul Society, they had already vaguely guessed that Aizen's Zanpakuto belonged to the illusion type.
Ito Makoto was not in a hurry; after pouring himself another cup of hot tea, he slowly continued:
"Once caught by Kyōka Suigetsu's complete hypnosis, one will forever be under its control. The only way to be exempt from it is... to touch Kyōka Suigetsu's blade before the complete hypnosis is activated!"
Upon hearing this, the two individuals and one cat in the field instantly froze.
"These are just your one-sided words, completely unreliable. I have reason to suspect you might be someone Aizen sent to confuse us."
There was some hesitation in Yoruichi's tone, but her attitude and expression were clearly much more relaxed than before.
Ito Makoto simply spread his hands:
"I have no way to prove that what I said is true. As for whether you believe it, that's up to each individual."
"I understand. Thank you for the intelligence, Mr. Ito. If you wish to have an artificial body made, please come this way. I need to take your measurements, including your bust-waist-hip, height, and collect some spiritual particles."
Thus, Ito Makoto followed Kisuke Urahara's guidance to a spacious room. Kisuke Urahara first took out a ruler and carefully measured Ito Makoto's body data, then retrieved an oval-shaped vessel to collect some of Ito Makoto's spiritual particles.
"Alright, Mr. Ito, you can come pick up the artificial body tomorrow."
Seeing that his objective had been achieved, Ito Makoto bid farewell to the two individuals and the cat and left the Urahara Shop.
"Is he trustworthy?"
Tsukabishi Tessai looked at Ito Makoto's departing back, standing at the entrance of the Urahara Shop and slowly speaking.
"I'm not sure about other things, but he shouldn't be someone sent by Aizen. Otherwise, we would have already been surrounded by Soul Society's pursuers by now."
Kisuke Urahara said, tidying his fisherman's hat.
...
Yuhua Town, night.
Ito Makoto sat idly on the eaves of the Yuhua Orphanage, gazing at the scattered stars in the sky and the bustling city lights below, lost in deep thought. Every time he saw this scene in the Human World, it gave him a strange feeling of returning to his previous life.
At this moment, Little Ginjo was already asleep with the other orphans in the orphanage.
Ever since Ginjo Kūgo's spiritual pressure was sealed by Ito Makoto using Kido, he had not been targeted by Hollows again.
However, the Kido left by Ito Makoto could only last for a maximum of half a year. Once the time was up, his spiritual pressure would begin to leak, and he would still become a target.
Ginjo, as a Soul King Candidate just like Kurosaki ichigo, had extremely high potential. He might even become Ito Makoto's trump card, so he definitely needed to be properly nurtured.
And Ito Makoto couldn't reinforce his Kido every six months, so Ito Makoto planned to use the remaining two months to teach him some self-preservation methods.
The next day, Urahara Shop.
"Mr. Ito, is this artificial body suitable for you?"
Kisuke Urahara held a folding fan to his mouth, smiling as he looked at Ito Makoto, who was wearing the artificial body.
Ito Makoto waved his hand and took a few steps, but his movements were still a bit stiff, clearly not accustomed to this body, making him seem like a puppet.
"Bang!"
He hadn't walked two steps before he stumbled and fell, clearly due to his unfamiliarity with his own limbs.
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