Chapter 207: Chapter 208: Finding Makoto
"Captain, please don't act rashly! The Captain-Commander is already aware of this matter and has deployed divisions One, Two, Twelve, and Thirteen to search the Human World for Vice-Captain Senju's whereabouts. It'll be fine soon, I assure you," Kyoraku said earnestly, trying to placate Unohana.
"Fine?"
Unohana's hand slowly rested on her zanpakuto's hilt as she coldly replied, "Makoto isn't your disciple. Naturally, you have the luxury of asking me not to act impulsively. No problem—let me cut off a part of your vital organs so you can share Makoto's fate. Perhaps then you'll truly understand how I feel."
"N-no, no, no!" Shunsui instinctively took a step back, waving his hands frantically. "Captain, please don't do this!"
But Unohana didn't give Shunsui any room for humor. Her killing intent grew denser as she said coldly, "One last time: step aside, Kyoraku Shunsui."
Kyoraku's expression turned serious. Adjusting his hat with one hand, he replied, "Captain, this puts me in a difficult position. The Captain-Commander gave me strict orders to accompany you to the captain's meeting to discuss countermeasures. Could you grant this junior a bit of understanding?"
Unohana said nothing further. Instead, her grip on her zanpakuto tightened as she slowly drew it from its sheath.
In an instant, a terrifying, blood-red spiritual pressure erupted, visible to the naked eye.
"Wait... cough, cough..."
At that moment, Ukitake Jushiro, who had remained silent, pressed a hand to his chest and weakly interjected, "Captain Unohana, I can assure you that Makoto will not be harmed. Furthermore, using the combined efforts of half the Gotei 13 to search for him will undoubtedly be more efficient than you searching alone."
Unohana turned her gaze to Ukitake but remained silent.
Sensing her focus, Ukitake continued, "I also guarantee that the Gotei 13 will spare no effort in locating Makoto, and this isn't just a superficial gesture."
At these words, Unohana lowered her gaze slightly before responding, "Very well, Ukitake. I'll trust you this time. Please find Makoto as quickly as possible. He is very important—not just to me, but to the entire Fourth Division."
"Rest assured, Captain Unohana. Even on a personal level, Makoto is an excellent friend. I'll do everything in my power to locate him," Ukitake replied courteously.
With a slight nod, Unohana turned and walked toward the Thirteenth Division barracks, gripping her sword with both hands. She left behind a chilling statement: "I won't attend any pointless meetings. I'll wait by the Thirteenth Division's Senkaimon. Once you confirm Kuchiki Kōga's location, inform me immediately—I must kill him with my own hands!"
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Elsewhere:
As the order to search for both Kōga and Makoto reached the Onmitsukidō, a young leader, Soi Fon, felt her pupils contract instinctively.
How long had it been since Yoruichi abandoned her and left the Soul Society?
Why?
Why did this Kuchiki Kōga have to take someone important from her again?
In a surge of overwhelming anger, Fon found herself involuntarily entering her inner spiritual world, where her zanpakuto spirit appeared to be speaking to her.
However, she forcibly tore herself from the spiritual space almost immediately. Without waiting for the Onmitsukidō's current leader, Ōmaeda Marenoshin, to issue orders, she unilaterally mobilized every available unit to search the Human World for Makoto.
When Marenoshin, already dressed in disheveled Shihakushō after being interrupted during his late-night rest, arrived at the Onmitsukidō barracks, Soi Fon had long since departed with a large force.
But instead of being angry at Soi Fon's "act first, report later" behavior, Marenoshin was struck by a sense of impending doom.
"Who the hell dared kidnap the Shihoin family's honored guest?!"
To Marenoshin, Makoto wasn't just someone Yoruichi might have romantic ties with—his friendship with Shihoin Yushirō made this transgression utterly intolerable.
"Deploy everyone! Everyone, move out!" Marenoshin roared, sparing only a handful of Onmitsukidō members for emergency duties.
After issuing his orders, Marenoshin sneaked into the Shihoin estate and used a secret communication channel to contact Yoruichi in the Human World.
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Meanwhile, in the Human World:
Inside a factory transformed into a bizarre blend of styles, chaos reigned.
"Yo yo! Check it out!"
"Shut up already! Hirako, Hiyori, can't you give it a rest? You're driving me nuts!"
"Ahhh! A real man should build his body through iron and sweat—what could be better than lifting weights?"
...
Amidst the chaos, a gaunt-faced Yamada Seinosuke muttered lifelessly, "What a lively bunch… If only you'd all just drop dead, it'd be perfect."
From his perspective, not a single person in the factory could be considered "normal."
Why had these people adapted so quickly to life in the Human World?
Lisa Yadōmaru reading adult manga in a corner, Kensei Muguruma lifting weights like a maniac, Yoruichi sharpening her claws in cat form, Rose jamming to music, Kisuke tinkering away at unknown contraptions, and Hachigen grinning cluelessly—all contributed to Seinosuke's misery.
More importantly, most of them were violent. Whenever they couldn't win an argument with words, they resorted to fists.
For someone like Seinosuke, who lacked combat skills but enjoyed sharp banter, this was a living hell.
Unable to hold back any longer, Seinosuke adjusted his glasses and said, "Lisa, can you at least cover your panties when reading those comics? Pretending to be a pure schoolgirl in that sailor uniform… Have you no sense of your age?"
The next second, Lisa, her cheeks slightly flushed, adjusted her glasses with a composed demeanor.
Then, without warning, she grabbed a massive hammer and slammed it into Seinosuke's face, sending him spinning through the air before crashing to the ground.
Pushing her glasses up once more, Lisa coldly retorted, "Peeping perverts deserve to die! And who the hell reads adult manga? Don't slander me!"
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