Chapter 311: Hueco Mundo Travel Group
"Lord Satoru."
Suì-Fēng flashed to Satoru's side.
When outsiders were present, she always made sure to give Satoru plenty of face.
Terms like "scoundrel" were only used when they were alone in private.
"Oh, Suì-Fēng!"
Seeing his adorable little maid, Satoru smiled.
Suì-Fēng nodded.
"Lord Satoru, who are these people?"
Hearing this, Satoru turned to look behind him.
Closest to him, holding the hem of his clothes, was Lilynette.
Following behind were Nelliel with her green long hair, fair skin, and gentle smile on her face.
Then the golden short-haired, seductive dark-skinned queen with a stern expression, Tier Harribel.
Next was the sleepy-looking, curly-haired Uncle Starkk.
The pale-skinned Ulquiorra with his cold expression and sharp gaze.
And the blue-haired Grimmjow with his arrogant demeanor.
Everyone was now wearing special artificial bodies created by Aizen, which allowed them to walk in the Soul Society while concealing their Hollow characteristics.
The bone masks and Hollow holes were all well hidden.
According to Aizen, as long as they didn't release their Reiatsu, their identities wouldn't be detected.
Looking at these people, Satoru laughed:
"These are all my relatives from when I lived in Rukongai. They heard I was doing well in Seireitei and came to visit me, by the way to tour Seireitei."
"This is my younger sister, Lilynette. These two are my older sisters, Harribel and Nelliel."
Hearing Satoru's introduction, Lilynette looked somewhat nervous:
"You... younger sister?"
"I'm... Satoru's younger sister?"
Suì-Feng narrowed her eyes.
What kind of reaction was this?
A cold glint flashed in her eyes.
That scumbag lord... wouldn't have targeted such a young girl and brought her to Seireitei, calling her his younger sister just to make it more convenient for future... activities, would he?
If that were truly the case, she would have to eliminate a threat for the people!
Seeing Suì-Fēng's reaction, Lilynette thought her identity was about to be exposed.
She quickly coughed and grabbed Satoru's hand with a snap:
"That's right! I am Satoru's little sister! What about it!"
The girl's gaze toward Suì-Fēng carried a hint of aggression.
This Shinigami girl was very beautiful, shared similar attributes with her, and wore equally thin chest armor—she was a dangerous character!
Suì-Fēng didn't understand why this girl suddenly held such hostility toward her, but she didn't pay it much mind.
Judging by the other's reaction, it was clear she was very fond of Satoru and hadn't been forcibly abducted.
In that case, there was no need for her to worry excessively.
Nel and Tier Harribel both looked somewhat uncomfortable.
They hesitated, unsure whether they should accept this identity.
But, recalling the instructions given in Hueco Mundo, they steeled themselves and nodded:
"Yes, I am Lord Satoru's elder sister."
"I—I am too! I am also Lord Satoru's elder sister!"
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Suì-Fēng was puzzled.
What was going on with these people?
Although family relationships in Rukongai often involved non-blood-related blended families, adding the honorific "Lord" was just too strange...
However, more than the issue of address, Suì-Fēng was concerned about the sense of threat emanating from these two.
So strong...
These two were definitely not weaker than her in strength!
Perhaps even stronger!
Since when did such figures appear in Rukongai?
As she pondered, Satoru continued the introductions:
"This is Starkk, the uncle of our group. When we were young, he was the one who went out hunting and begging to raise us."
"This is Ulquiorra and Grimmjow, both my cousins."
"Uh, this... Lord Satoru, I..."
Starkk was dumbfounded.
What kind of backstory was this?
Although he wanted to say "I'm not, I didn't," considering his identity and where they were, he decisively backed down.
"Y-yes, I am Lord Satoru's uncle...Suì-Fēng had no energy left to complain about these people's titles.
Ulquiorra reached out and pulled Grimmjow, who was looking around restlessly.
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Shinigami. I am Ulquiorra, Lord Satoru's cousin."
Ulquiorra placed a hand on his chest and gave a slight bow.
Suì-Fēng bowed in return.
By now, she was completely unsettled.
Not just those two women... the three behind them were no easy opponents either!
As a member of the Onmitsukidō, she had been trained in observing people since childhood.
Every one of these so-called "relatives" gave her a strong sense of threat.
Especially that curly-haired uncle—despite his seemingly drowsy appearance, if a real fight broke out, it would likely cause a major disaster!
What was Lord Satoru planning?
Were these people really just here for a visit?
Out of concern, she asked:
"Lord Satoru, may I ask which district of Rukongai these individuals are from?"
Satoru was momentarily taken aback.
"West 78th District?"
That was practically the uninhabited zone...
Suì-Fēng pursed her lips.
This was getting more and more suspicious.
To be safe, she actively requested to accompany Satoru.
He agreed without hesitation.
Following Satoru and his highly dangerous relatives, Suì-Fēng remained on high alert, prepared for any possible incidents.
However, as they continued on, she gradually realized that Satoru really was just taking these people on a sightseeing tour.
Leading this group of "relatives," Satoru wandered through the streets and alleys of Seireitei, sometimes introducing them to landmarks, other times taking them to eat, drink, and buy things.
Apart from how overly respectful these people were toward Satoru—as if subordinates facing their superior—there really weren't any other issues to pick on.
Could it be... that her instincts were wrong, and these people were actually fine?
Along the way, Suì-Fēng carefully examined their Reiatsu.
It was very ordinary, just at the level of normal souls.
There was no trace of the unique spiritual fluctuations of a Shinigami.
At such close range and after such prolonged observation, if these people were Shinigami, no matter how well they hid it, some of that distinctive Shinigami spiritual fluctuation should have leaked out.
Even experts at concealment like Lord Satoru and Lady Yoruichi had to wear specially made cloaks to completely block such fluctuations.
Yet, the sense of threat emanating from these people wasn't fake either.
It couldn't possibly be that these people were actually Hollows, or even Quincies, right?
Thinking this, Suì-Fēng shook her head with a wry smile.
The souls of Hollows were extremely irritable and crazy.
Among these people, only that blue-haired guy looked like a Hollow.
The others, especially Tier Harribel and Ulquiorra, had a demeanor more composed and rational than most Shinigami—how could they be Hollows?
As for Quincies, that was even more impossible.
Satoru had always been preparing to eliminate those Quincies from the Wandenreich.
Among the Quincies in the living world, aside from Bambietta and Sōken Ishida, the rest were all weaklings, not worth mentioning.
While Suì-Fēng was lost in thought, Satoru had already led the group to the Eleventh Division barracks.
Along the way, Grimmjow had been somewhat dissatisfied.
The Shinigami in Seireitei all seemed leisurely and carefree, primarily focused on idling around.
They neither sought out fights nor trained anywhere.
In Hueco Mundo, lazy individuals like that usually died very quickly.
Arriving at the Eleventh Division, his eyes finally lit up.
He could see Shinigami training all over the practice grounds, many of them fiercely sparring with real swords.
Hearing the shouts around them and seeing the sweat being shed, Grimmjow nodded in satisfaction.
"This is what Shinigami should be like! What were all those useless ones we encountered earlier?"
Suì-Fēng: "..."
If anyone heard that, it would cause trouble again.
After taking everyone on a tour around the barracks, Satoru entered the mess hall.
Seeing Satoru enter, the Shinigami erupted in cheers:
"Big Bro is here!"
"Big Bro, sit over here!"
"Big Bro! Let me get your food for you!"
Amid the lively commotion, Satoru laughed heartily and sat down.
"Come on, everyone sit. I'll let you taste Soul Society's... ahem, Seireitei's delicacies!"
Suì-Fēng: "..."
Soul Society???
Aren't your relatives from Soul Society?
Suì-Fēng felt her heart skip a beat.
The story was starting to get a bit eerie.
Because of Satoru's arrival, the chefs in the mess hall put in 120% effort, preparing dish after dish of delicious food.
The long tables in the mess hall were set up like the Hogwarts opening ceremony, filled with people and laden with a feast.
Lilynette took a couple of bites, her eyes lighting up, and she began devouring the food frantically.
Even Starkk, who usually couldn't be bothered to do anything, couldn't resist eating a bit more.
A Shinigami nudged Grimmjow with an elbow.
"Huh?! What do you want, looking for a fight?!"
Grimmjow widened his eyes, his face flushing with anger.
Oh no, a conflict is about to break out!
Hearing Grimmjow's impolite shout, Nel immediately sensed trouble and prepared to mediate.
Unexpectedly, the Shinigami being glared at by Grimmjow showed no anger at all.
"Blue-haired kid, were you also picked up by the boss from Rukongai?"
"Don't worry, nearly half of our squad members were brought back by the boss from Rukongai... Many of those sitting in this room are just like you!"
Hearing this, Nelliel, who had been observing the situation, turned to look around.
She saw various burly men with fierce expressions and intimidating appearances toasting each other, laughing and chatting boisterously.
Many of them were even more unruly than Grimmjow, whom she already considered quite rude.
It wasn't uncommon to see some of them suddenly start fighting right then and there during their conversations.
Nel: "..."
The atmosphere in Soul Society was somewhat concerning.
After the meal, Satoru originally planned to take his Hueco Mundo friends out for more sightseeing, but he was summoned by the First Division.
Before leaving, he glanced at everyone present.
"Grimmjow, Lilynette, Starkk - if you three go out, you must go with someone else. No wandering off alone."
"Harribel, Nel, and Ulquiorra - you may move freely, just don't reveal your identities."
"Yes!"
Including Grimmjow, everyone immediately dropped to one knee without hesitation, responding in perfect unison.
Suì-Fēng stood to the side, at a complete loss for how to react to this spectacle.
At the very least, she was now completely certain that these people were definitely not relatives.
Don't reveal our identities... Just what are these people's true backgrounds?
I hope it's not what I'm thinking.
...
...
After Satoru left, Starkk immediately found a place to sleep.
The reason he had come along wasn't because he wanted to tour the Soul Society, but because he was afraid Lilynette might expose her identity here and get surrounded by Shinigami.
Nel and Tier Harribel teamed up to go shopping in the First District of Rukongai.
Ulquiorra also went out alone, wanting to observe more people.
He felt that by observing more individuals, he could comprehend what a "heart" was more quickly.
As for Grimmjow, he stayed at the Eleventh Division to spar with the members.
Although he couldn't use Reiatsu, his combat skills—honed through thousands of years of life-and-death battles—were already top-tier. Dealing with these Eleventh Division soldiers was child's play.
Before long, Grimmjow had dominated the sparring arena, letting out a triumphant roar.
"Who's next!"
"Pathetic Shinigami! What a disgrace! So many of you can't even handle me alone!"
"Today, I'm going to crush every last Shinigami and destroy the Soul Society!"
Suì-Fēng's face darkened.
What nonsense was this bastard spouting?
Though she didn't know his exact identity, since he was brought back by Lord Satoru, he represented Lord Satoru's reputation.
How could he utter such blasphemous words in public?
But unexpectedly, the surrounding Shinigami all nodded in agreement.
"As expected of someone brought by our boss... Annoying mouth aside, his ambition is commendable."
"His skills aren't bad either. He'll definitely be a great asset when our Eleventh Division conquers the Soul Society."
"I'd say this guy's close to becoming a seated officer!"
"But it's strange—why hasn't he used any Reiatsu at all during these fights? He's relying purely on physical strength."
"Maybe he hasn't met an opponent on his level, so he doesn't feel like using Reiatsu?"
"Ooh, interesting! Quite the arrogant one!"
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Hearing these Shinigami's discussions, Suì-Fēng was barely holding herself together.
Just then, a figure approached.
"Foolish creature, causing trouble in the Soul Society. Do you truly believe your status is so high that Lord Satoru won't kill you?"
Hearing this voice, the Shinigami's eyes lit up.
"Fourth Seat Tōsen!"
"It's Fourth Seat Tōsen!"
"Kaname Tōsen?"
Seeing the blind swordsman approaching step by step, Grimmjow was slightly taken aback.
He instinctively asked, "You came to the Soul Society too?"
"..."
Tōsen remained silent for two seconds.
He felt like cursing, but responding to this guy felt like it would lower his own intelligence.
He walked up to Grimmjow and lowered his voice:
"How did you get to the Soul Society?"
"Hah, what's it to you?"
Grimmjow sneered.
"Shall I go inform Lord Satoru about your reckless behavior here?"
"...Tch, go ahead if you want. Lord Satoru told me to stay here. Got a problem with that?"
Hearing this, Tōsen pondered for a moment.
Grimmjow's personality made tantrums and defiance unsurprising, but he probably wouldn't lie.
If Lord Satoru had brought him here, then it was fine.
He nodded.
"Didn't you just say you were going to crush every Shinigami?"
"Perfect timing. Let me see what you're made of—whether you have what it takes!"
Grimmjow grinned widely:
"Roar... Now this is a pleasant surprise."
"You bastard, acting all serious every day just like that guy Ulquiorra... I've been wanting to teach you a lesson for a long time!"
Facing Kaname Tōsen, he spread his fingers into a claw-like shape.
Seeing his posture, Tōsen realized something.
Originally, he had already drawn his sword, but upon seeing Grimmjow's stance, he casually tossed the blade aside.
Then, he assumed a Hakuda preparatory stance.