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The blood in Urahara Kisuke's veins seemed to freeze. He knew what existed above the sky. The Soul King. Aizen sought to reach the Soul King Palace. But for what purpose. What was his aim. Could it be. He intended to forge the ĹŚken itself. The chain of realization struck Kisuke with dread, terror swirling through his thoughts like a storm at sea. His lips parted, but the words tangled, spilling from him in a rush.
"Oh forget it, just thinking about it gives me a headache."
Su Li waved his hand impatiently, cutting through Kisuke's spiraling thoughts. "Help me contact those people." His tone was casual yet brooked no delay.
"Su Li is alive, Aizen may want to—" Kisuke began, but Su Li interrupted again, his expression edged with irritation. "I don't want to deal with him right now. It's tiresome. Just contact them, or give me their address directly."
Seeing the restless impatience in Su Li's face, Kisuke could only sigh inwardly. Conjectures were meaningless without proof. Better not to force conclusions too early. A misstep in focus could cause greater loss than gain. Investigate carefully first. That was always his creed. Wordlessly, he took out his phone, then scribbled down an address on a note and handed it across the table.
"Mr Su Li, this is the place where they agreed to meet. Tomorrow at noon they will wait for you here," Kisuke said firmly.
Su Li accepted the note with a faint smile, stood, and made ready to depart.
"Mr Su Li," Kisuke called.
Su Li paused, looking back at him.
"They don't share my view of you. They don't trust you as I do. So be as careful as possible." Kisuke's voice was heavy with warning.
For a moment Su Li's eyes widened. It wasn't the suspicion of the Visored that gave him pause. It was the ambiguity in Kisuke's words. Should he be careful of the Masked Legion themselves. Or careful not to harm them. In the end, it mattered little to him. If they were polite, he would respond in kind. If they were not, then they would receive a very vivid lesson in physical education.
"I understand." The corners of his mouth curved ever so slightly. He nodded once, then turned and left.
The following day, at noon, he arrived before an abandoned factory, note in hand. After a quick glance he murmured, "This is the place," and tossed the scrap of paper aside. With an easy smile he stepped inside. His footsteps echoed in crisp rhythm against the concrete, each tap resounding in the dim hollow space. The factory was empty, shadows pooling thickly, but his perception told him otherwise. Eight reiatsu signatures pressed faintly against his senses, hidden in the dark.
Drawing a slow breath, Su Li suddenly shouted. "Anyone there."
His voice boomed like thunder, reverberating off steel and stone. In that instant, the floor beneath him shifted. Countless strips of binding cloth surged into existence, winding around his legs, then his torso, climbing swiftly until they wrapped him completely, leaving only his eyes visible. The pressure of immense KidĹŤ weighed down upon him. It was a high-level BakudĹŤ, one of the nineties. The bindings pulsed with reiatsu, sealing him tightly.
At the same time, several figures emerged from the darkness, blades drawn, steel flashing in the faint light as they closed in. The sound of swords leaving their scabbards rang sharply. In a heartbeat Su Li stood surrounded, weapons poised at his body.
The leader stepped forward. Blond hair cropped short, tie loosely knotted over a white shirt, a crooked grin spread across his face. Hirako Shinji, once captain of the Fifth Division, now leader of the Visored. Beside him appeared Yadōmaru Lisa, expression cool behind the frames of her glasses, clad in a student uniform. Sarugaki Hiyori scowled in irritation, her small frame bristling with hostility. Kune Mashiro, dressed in a white leotard, tilted her head with restless curiosity. Then came Aikawa Love, hulking with shades and dreadlocks, followed by the elegant musician Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō. At their flank stood Muguruma Kensei, compact and sharp-eyed, radiating raw force. And last, stepping from the shadows, was the immense figure of Hachigen Ushōda, former lieutenant of the Kidō Corps, hands glowing faintly with sigils of restraint.
The eight Visored assembled in full view. Su Li regarded them, familiar yet distant, and for a brief instant felt the stir of old emotions. He raised his eyes, intending to speak, but Shinji pressed his blade closer to Su Li's neck, his grin turning sharp.
"Careful now. Swords have no eyes. One slip and your blood spills. And this shirt's new. If it gets stained, I'll be real upset. So you'd better stay still and answer our questions." His voice laced menace with mocking ease.
"Mmmm—mmm." Su Li's muffled reply came from beneath the wrappings.
"Oi baldy, what's he saying." Hiyori barked, glaring at Shinji.
"How the hell should I know." Shinji snapped back, irritation flashing.
"Eh, is he whispering something." Mashiro leaned in close, pressing her ear toward Su Li's mouth, eyes sparkling with childish curiosity.
"Get back, idiot," Kensei growled, yanking her away.
"Tch." Shinji spat in annoyance, then turned toward Hachigen. "Oi Hachi, release his mouth."
The giant nodded gently, raising his hand to adjust the bindings. But his eyes suddenly widened, his entire body stiffening.
"No… impossible…" His voice trembled.
Shinji caught the look and spun around. Behind him, Su Li's bound right hand was rising, slowly but surely.
"Hachi. What the hell are you doing. Keep the seal tight." Shinji barked, but Hachigen only stared in frozen disbelief, lips quivering. "I never loosened it. I'm maintaining the seal even now…"
At that moment Su Li's head tilted, the wrappings at his mouth tearing open. The bindings that covered his body split apart, falling in tatters. Hachigen's voice rang hollow, carrying shock like a live report. "The seal… has been broken."
The others saw it clearly. A smiling face revealed beneath the unraveling cloth. It was not the look of a captive, but of someone who had never been restrained at all. The boy's grin was easy, yet wicked, and for a fleeting heartbeat every heart in the room trembled.
"I told you," Su Li said softly, his voice carrying like steel on silk. "It's class time. I am your physical education teacher, director of the Integrity Education Department. Su Li."
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