Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

He pretended not to know anything and agreed to the 20 minutes secretly proposed by many captains, including Hikifune Kiryu, just to avoid this happening at the last possible chance.

As for why it was Kisuke Urahara and not Nozomi Ohmaeda who was sent to the world by the Second Division, there must be a tacit understanding that goes without saying.

"Urahara."

Haruto finally dispensed with the polite four-seat address.

"You have a way to open the passage to the Called Valley from this world, right?"

"......have."

"!?"

Everyone except Haruto was shocked by Urahara Kisuke's straightforwardness.

"Is there any trouble?"

Urahara Kisuke did not take action from the beginning, which showed that he still had concerns in his heart.

"We don't have enough manpower here."

"How to say?"

"I originally thought that 1-2 captains would successfully come to this world, but I didn't expect that the other party would time the time so accurately. When I set off, it was already too late."

A somewhat annoyed voice came from Urahara Kisuke's mouth - at this time, he did not have the exhaustive strategy that he would later do.

"It's easy to open the door."

Urahara Kisuke was confused about how to get in from the beginning.

"But in order to keep the door open, I can't follow the team to the Valley... unless you are prepared to be a self-sacrificing hero."

"And in the Valley of Calling..."

Urahara Kisuke's voice became a little more serious.

"Although the spiritual pressure of the Ryuudoji clan will not change, they can be said to be uniquely endowed in terms of supplies and treatment as they can control the lost souls; combined with the God-given weapons that I know a little bit about, their combat effectiveness can be doubled. The most basic state.”

"What you are about to face..."

"no problem."

Haruto interrupted Urahara Kisuke's troubles.

"Leave Yan Long of Ryudang Temple to me to deal with it."

Geographical advantage?

For Haruto, there is actually a good location in the valley that can be used. At least it is much easier than fighting in the real world.

"Since it's you from the second division... you must have brought a lot of good things with you, right?"

Haruto asked immediately.

"...Oops~"

Urahara Kisuke's eyes lowered a little more.

"Doesn't this scare you?"

You and you.

——Urahara Kisuke was secretly confused in his wording.

"Now that it's all said and done."

"Zhi."

Urahara Kisuke drew his Zanpakutō from his waist.

"Wake up, Beniji!"

It was a Zanpakutō with a very special blade, shaped like a musket and with a broken blade.

"For this operation, Captain Sifengyuan did prepare something for me."

When in front of others, Urahara Kisuke still calls Yoruichi more formally.

"Maybe it's not very useful."

Urahara Kisuke threw a black "big balloon" from his pocket, and all kinds of wonderful props were neatly stacked out of it.

"but......"

"It is still possible to help you recover some spiritual pressure, injuries, etc., or to quickly adapt to the environment of the Valley without the support of the Fourth Division."

After Urahara Kisuke finished speaking, he raised Benihime towards the void.

"Take advantage of this time."

"Click."

At the front of the slanted knife tip, the space gradually began to break.

"Let me open the door for everyone first."

"Crack!"

"..."

Haruto randomly picked up a piece of God-given weaponry from the ground.

This should be a mass-produced product of a certain large-scale military equipment. It is in the shape of a pill about the size of a knuckle, and is filled with spiritual pressure similar to the food made by Hikifune Kiryu.

To put it another way, it would be called Hyōryōmaru - Urahara Kisuke brought a lot of these things, and it seemed that they were originally intended for captain-level Shinigami.

at the same time.

The space in front of Urahara Kisuke slowly opened like eyes.

"Isn't this Hong Ji's ability?"

Haruto stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth, and then took out a small hourglass-like object that was only about the size of his thumb and hung it on his waist. Although the flow of time in the valley is not as slow as that of the broken world, it is also similar to the current world or the world. Unlike Soul Society, this small prop can help Haruto correctly identify the time in the outside world.

besides.

There are also several gauze hats full of Arabian style, which can be used to resist the discomfort caused by quickly traveling through space in a short period of time: the cross-border door is a very safe way to cross the border, like the black cavity, you have to make it yourself Spirits pave the way.

If it were to be replaced by the more unstable Minggu, then special methods would be needed to enter safely.

"Um......"

Urahara Kisuke thought for a while and replied.

"This is the "boundary strike instrument", which is used to temporarily open and stabilize space passages. "

"Can't it be directly connected to Soul Society?"

If they could get the captains from Soul Society to come over, they wouldn't have to worry about combat effectiveness; if possible, they could even ask the captain to stop at the gate of the valley, saving the effort of firing the Kidou Cannon.

"no."

Urahara Kisuke shook his head.

"This device is not very stable yet."

"If the Longtang Temple clan hadn't left traces when they retreated, they wouldn't have been able to open the road to Ming Valley so easily..."

"alright."

Although he said it was unstable, he could already see the general appearance of Jiaogu in the gap in the space in front of Urahara Kisuke.

"......"

Haruto glanced at his equipment and confirmed that there was no problem-

"I'll go say hello to Ryudoji Yanlong."

"If it's just the vice-captain level, I can take care of two people here."

Yajinmaru Lisa also looked ready.

"Eh~ So cunning."

Kunami Shiro's outfit was a bit messy... If it wasn't for Ayaka helping her, she might not have dressed properly at this time.

"I can also divide it into two!"

"... Please give me one."

Soi Fong's voice also came from the dark.

"For Soi Fong, it's better to ask the two ladies of the 8th Division to assist you?"

"Hi hi!"

The two ladies naturally refer to Ayaka and Yahabara Kumaru.

"Then... what about me?"

Enjoji Tatsufusa, who didn't have a strong sense of presence, asked proactively.

"Leave the soldiers to the secret mobile officers. Please assist me in the human world, Enjoji Sanshou."

Urahara Kisuke is the highest-ranking officer of the Second Division who came to the human world. Whether it is Soi-Fong or other secret mobile officers, they must obey his command unconditionally - even Soi-Fong, who has a special status, will not refute Urahara in person.

Haruto originally wanted Ayaka to stay in the human world.

But after looking at Urahara Kisuke...

"Okay."

That's it.

The Yagu Special Team officially started their operation.

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Volume 1: 126, mutual belief

At the same time.

In the middle of the embankment separating Naruki City and Karakura Town by a river, the top of the arch of the red steel bridge of the same style as Fate.

"Oh?"

The man with a slicked-back hair and a jacket with a tiger pattern looked up at the sky.

"Very sharp."

That was the direction that Urahara Kisuke secretly glanced at after looking at Haruto.

"......"

"Brother Ginjo!"

Beside him stood a boy with an expressionless face, wearing a white shirt and dungarees, full of the feeling of a two-and-a-half-year-old Kun; not far behind him, three men and two women were standing or sitting in various JO postures, staying on the rusty metal and blowing the autumn wind at night.

"Hmm?"

Ginjo Kūgo glanced behind him.

His overly strong and tall back brought not only a sense of security to this group of people, but also more terrible oppression.

"Why don't we take advantage of this moment......?"

The male who spoke gestured to wipe his neck.

"......"

"That's Urahara Kisuke."

Ginjo Kūgo said in a flat tone.

"Crack."

"Crack!"

The lighter with a delicate "X" relief engraved on the surface was taken out of the jacket pocket by Ginjo Kūgo; the flame was not easy to light, not because of the cold wind tonight, but simply because the kerosene was running out.

"Huh!"

A cigarette thicker than a thumb was stuffed into the corner of his mouth, and the smacking sound was quite enjoyable, making the smoke strands blown away by the wind try to relive the burning feeling.

"But there is only one person!"