Chapter 306 – 306 ⥤ Kisuke, Do You Have Any Ideas?

A graceful figure with golden hair descended into the endless darkness, his loyal gaze fixed upon the throne.

Upon hearing Yhwach’s voice, he had rushed here immediately.

Haschwalth knelt on one knee, placing his right hand on his chest, “Your Majesty, what are your orders?”

Looking at his loyal subordinate below, Yhwach’s half-closed eyes slowly opened, his deep and majestic voice resonating through the darkness:

“The previous Auswählen has fully restored my power. Our war plans against the Shinigami and Soul Society remain unchanged. Before we launch the war, I must enter a deeper slumber to reclaim my final Almighty power. During this time, I entrust you with full authority over the empire. Deal with any factor that could affect the course of war immediately.”

Haschwalth’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked up with concern, “Your Majesty, has some uncontrollable situation arisen?”

Yhwach’s gaze lingered, but instead of answering directly, he explained from another angle:

“When I fully reclaim the Almighty, nothing in this world will be able to stop the advent of the new world — neither Genryūsai Yamamoto nor the Zero Division. Go now, Haschwalth. Execute my orders and protect the empire until I fully awaken.”

Haschwalth bowed his head respectfully, “As you command, Your Majesty…”

After leaving the darkness and entering the dim corridor, his face finally betrayed signs of worry.

Though Yhwach hadn’t revealed much, he had noticed subtle clues.

Since regaining consciousness, Yhwach had been issuing various orders every few days — adjusting the strength of the Blut variations, developing new spirit techniques.

But now he spoke of entering slumber again, attempting to reclaim the Almighty power ahead of schedule. Haschwalth could only hope everything would go smoothly.

He left Yhwach’s resting place, his heart heavy with speculation.

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Seireitei.

After leaving the courtyard, Aizen wandered through various divisions, exploring this world that felt both familiar and strange.

The differences were stark. While their world’s Seireitei had evolved into something futuristic, everything here seemed frozen in time, as if millions of years behind.

Ancient buildings stood unchanged, lifeless Shinigami passed by, and the nobles maintained their pretentious facades. He felt a sudden urge to unleash a Kurohitsugi on them…

Aizen pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and forced himself to look away. If he kept watching, he couldn’t guarantee the nobles’ safety in this world.

He had originally planned to implement sweeping reforms here as well, but Akira had stopped him. As he put it, let this world’s people handle their own reforms – we need to focus on solving problems they can’t handle themselves.

Though somewhat displeased, Aizen agreed for the sake of a certain someone.

Before leaving, he would completely remove the parallel Aizen’s seal. His other self would see the reforms through to the end.

Compared to the leisurely Aizen, a certain husky was quite busy.

Akira, who was preparing to change everything, first visited the 4th Division to discuss his experience as Captain of the 11th with Retsu Unohana. With his fists, he demonstrated that an era could readily accommodate two Kenpachis.

As for training Kenpachi Zaraki, he would handle that personally, ensuring the new Kenpachi would surpass even the one she remembered. When it came to combat training, Akira had extensive hands-on experience.

Then he visited the 13th Division, where he found Jūshirō Ukitake resting in the Ugendō. There, he forcibly removed Ukitake’s clothes, skillfully awakened Mimihagi, and took it away. As a bonus, he cured Ukitake’s illness.

Finally, in plain sight of everyone, he thoroughly trained Kenpachi Zaraki — beating him so severely that even Yachiru would struggle to recognize him — before departing.

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12th Division. In the research lab.

The two stared at each other, the air thick with mutual animosity.

“Urahara, why are you here?” Mayuri looked thoroughly displeased, visibly tempted to draw Ashisogi Jizō and dose him with various poisons.

Urahara spread his hands casually, “Had nowhere else to go.”

After the battle of Karakura Town ended, curiosity had driven him to Soul Society rather than back to his shop.

His previous conversation with Aizen had revealed new hope — a way to save the Sangai without sacrificing anyone.

Though typically laid-back, he wouldn’t shirk his duties at crucial moments. This was his professional integrity.

However, as he and Mayuri engaged in their standoff, an eerie voice materialized in the lab.

“Hehe, Kisuke, I’ve had such trouble finding you. Didn’t expect you to be here.”

A cold sweat broke out on Urahara’s skin, as if ants were crawling up his back. He stiffly turned his head, meeting the eyes of the figure that had appeared behind him, and felt an indescribable terror rise from deep within.

He instinctively retreated three steps, pressing himself against the wall to avoid any physical contact with that person.

Akira: “?”

What’s that supposed to mean?! Do I really look that scary?

Enraged, he grabbed Urahara’s shoulder, forcing them into a pose like old friends who hadn’t met in years.

“Mr. Kisaragi, we’re strangers — it would be better to keep some distance.” Urahara strained with all his might to break free, but after working up a sweat, he realized it was futile, “Mr. Kisaragi, if this won’t work, perhaps yesterday’s Aizen-san could speak with me instead.”

Akira shook his head with a peculiar expression, “Sōsuke sent me to find you. He said you’re not easy to talk to — that’s why he sent me.”

Urahara’s expression froze as understanding dawned.

Sure enough, every version of Aizen, regardless of world, was destined to be despised!

“Mr. Kisaragi…” Urahara said gravely, “May I ask what business you have with me?”

Akira patted his shoulder, grinning, “Nothing major, really. Your world still has many hidden dangers: the Wandenreich lurking in Seireitei’s shadows, the Soul King who stabilizes the Sangai, and Hell which could devour the Sangai at any time. These troubles would be thorny even for the Soul King himself. With your current abilities, solving them would be like climbing to heaven.”

Then, as Urahara and Mayuri watched in puzzlement, he explained in detail the concepts of the Wandenreich, the Sangai’s Linchpin, and Hell.

Their expressions shifted from initial calmness to gravity, until finally their eyes couldn’t hide their shock.

So Aizen’s rebellion had been merely the appetizer — the main course hadn’t even been served.

Urahara looked at Akira with concern, “Since you’ve mentioned these troubles, I assume you must have a way to solve them?”

Akira grinned, “But of course! Throughout the Sangai, who doesn’t know that my wisdom is unparalleled in history, extraordinary and unmatched — even Sōsuke and Kisuke fall far short in comparison! For these minor troubles, I can casually come up with a hundred solutions!”

Mayuri and Urahara: “…”

They couldn’t see any wisdom, but his arrogance was written all over his face. This guy’s shamelessness knew no bounds.

“Since Mr. Kisaragi has a plan—”

Before Mayuri could finish speaking, Akira cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“Let me present it right now. First, let’s solve the Sangai’s Linchpin issue. Sōsuke told me that Kisuke developed a method for mass-producing the Hōgyoku, which we can use to replace the Soul King.”

As he watched Akira speak so confidently, Urahara felt a dark cloud looming over him, a chill running from his spine straight to the crown of his head.

“Besides that, there’s also the purification of Hell’s phosphorus, development of the shadow-penetrating drug, salvation plans for the damned, and methods to temporarily escape Hell’s influence.”

“…”

Urahara’s eyes widened, his face filled with horror as he looked at Akira with trembling lips:

“Mr. Kisaragi, could it be that the Kisuke Urahara from your world once tried to poison you?”

Akira shook his head, “What makes you say that? Kisuke is like a brother to me — how could he ever want to harm me?”

Urahara’s features contorted in despair, “Then why are you tormenting me like this?”

Akira tilted his head with a curious expression, “Kisuke, you don’t want to see your world destroyed either, right?”

Hearing this, Urahara felt like crying but had no tears left. He finally understood where his earlier sense of dread had come from — his peaceful, lazy life was now gone, replaced by endless misery ahead.

He looked around the laboratory as two streams of tears rolled down his cheeks.

This place is hell!

Just as he was wallowing in despair, Mayuri spoke up beside him, “Mr. Kisaragi.”

“Hmm?”

Akira turned to see Mayuri rubbing his hands together like a fly, his painted face bearing a fawning smile.

“I wonder if I could participate in these research projects?”

Akira’s face lit up with joy, “Of course, of course! With Mr. Kurotsuchi’s help, this will surely succeed!”

He pulled out the USB drive that Aizen had prepared and plugged it directly into the port. A flood of data and materials loaded onto the screen, displaying information that the husky couldn’t begin to comprehend.

The research results from another world immediately captured both scientists’ attention.

As their expressions grew increasingly focused, Urahara and Mayuri became completely absorbed in this unknown field, not even noticing when Akira slipped away.

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After leaving the Research and Development Institute, Akira immediately opened his Reikaku (Spiritual Sense) and located Aizen wandering around.

“Did you explain everything clearly?” Aizen asked.

Akira nodded with a grin, “This world’s Kisuke wasn’t nearly as difficult as you suggested. He agreed after just a few words. Plus, Mayuri will assist with the research. With the ready-made materials, it shouldn’t take long. Next, shall we take over the Wandenreich?”

The corner of Aizen’s mouth curved upward slightly as he shook his head, “No rush — let’s pick someone up first. It’s a good opportunity to let him see the truth and essence of the world.”

Akira immediately understood.

Though Aizen often spoke in riddles, like father like son — he saw through his intentions at a glance.

The two figures began to waver, and as a gentle breeze blew, they shattered and disappeared like bubbles.

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Central Great Underground Prison, 8th Level, Mugen.

In the endless darkness, the parallel Aizen sat on a stone chair, his entire body wrapped in black bandages, quietly thinking.

Unlike his defensive and hysterical behavior in Karakura Town, he now appeared exceptionally calm and composed, as if the world’s affairs no longer concerned him.

After experiencing complete failure, he had begun to contemplate his shortcomings and future path. Without question, encountering another version of himself from a parallel world had shown him new possibilities.

The only drawback was his ignorance about the world’s true essence. With such limited information, determining the truth remained difficult.

Yet from his counterpart’s inadvertent revelations, he had pieced together some difficult-to-accept facts.

Just then, a soft light pierced the silence. Countless tiny Reishi particles condensed before him, quickly forming two figures.

Parallel Aizen’s brows furrowed slightly — he already knew who had come.

“Sōsuke, we’re here to get you,” Akira said with a grin to the sealed parallel Aizen.

Under his startled gaze, the husky placed a hand on parallel Aizen’s shoulder. The black bandages tore apart with brute force, falling ingloriously to the ground.

Parallel Aizen’s pupils contracted.

The seal he couldn’t break even with all his strength had been casually torn apart?!

He had dismissed his counterpart’s words as exaggerations, but now this person was clearly more terrifying than anticipated. No wonder he could freely associate with his other self.

Contemplating his solitude, parallel Aizen felt a twinge of envy.

“Let’s go, let’s go.” Akira motioned to Aizen, and a bluish-purple light enveloped the trio before they vanished into the endless darkness.

Marechiyo Ōmaeda, who witnessed the whole thing, stood dumbfounded.

Had these three just escaped right under his nose?

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Schatten Bereich, Wandenreich.

In a small alley, a young girl in a white Sternritter uniform huddled in a corner. She trembled uncontrollably, staring in terror at the man who loomed before her with a demonic grin.

“Kekeke, confess and I’ll show mercy — resist and face the consequences.”

Akira released a suffocating Reiatsu as Bambietta looked on in despair.

“Where is Yhwach?”

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