Chapter 194: Suì-Fēng: ?
The moment Yamamoto left, everyone immediately crowded around.
"Satoru, was what the teacher said true?"
"Master, did you fight the Captain-Commander?"
"Satoru-dono, this..."
Seeing that everyone seemed to actually believe it to some extent, Satoru couldn't help but feel speechless.
If ordinary people believed it, that would be one thing, but you captains don't know what level Yamamoto is at?
Such obvious nonsense, and you can actually believe it?
In fact, if anyone else had said this, the captains wouldn't have believed a single word.
But Yamamoto's character had always been steady, dignified, and uncompromising.
Except for those closer to him like Shunsui and Jūshirō, others rarely saw him joke.
Especially Ginrei.
From the moment he first met Yamamoto, the latter had always had that stern face, never cracking a smile.
Among those present, he was the most shocked.
Satoru waved his hand. "Yamamoto-sensei he..."
"Ahem, don't worry, junior. Yamamoto-sensei was just momentarily angry. Everything will be fine after it's talked out."
"He definitely won't hold a grudge against you, rest assured!"
As soon as Satoru opened his mouth, Shunsui beside him coughed and took over the conversation.
Seeing Satoru look over, he spread his hands, giving his junior a meaningful look.
If you want to die, don't drag me down with you...
His unspoken words were reminding Satoru.
Old Man Yama clearly wanted to suppress today's incident, not wanting it to spread.
If you dare mess around, just wait to be severely hated.
Looking at Shunsui, Satoru gave him the middle finger.
"Suì-Fēng, Yoruichi, come with me."
Waving to the two girls in the distance, Satoru turned and returned to the Technical Department.
The two followed him inside.
Seeing Bambietta in the room, Suì-Fēng was slightly taken aback.
Yoruichi thought for two seconds. "Is she the enemy you were dealing with earlier?"
Because of her relationship with Satoru, she understood Yamamoto better than ordinary captains.
She knew perfectly well how close the relationship between these master and disciple was.
If Yamamoto were to beat Satoru up a few times, Yoruichi wouldn't be surprised at all.
But like what happened earlier, with murderous intent and going all out—that was absolutely not something these two would do.
Satoru shook his head.
"What the teacher and I fought were her clansmen."
"Clansmen?"
"Yeah." Satoru walked over to Bambietta and patted the girl's shoulder.
"Let me introduce—her name is Bambietta, she's a Quincy."
"?!"
Hearing this, both Suì-Fēng and Yoruichi were stunned.
A Quincy... why would she appear in Seireitei?
"Based on current intelligence, we can confirm that a group of powerful Quincies used some secret technique to construct a special space within Seireitei's shadows."
"As for where they came from, why they're hiding here, what their ultimate goal is... we'll have to ask this Miss Bambietta."
Saying this, Satoru grinned, turning to look at the Quincy girl.
"Now that the introductions are done on this side, let me introduce you as well."
"These two before you—one is the leader of the Onmitsukidō, essentially the intelligence chief of the Soul Society."
"The other is a senior officer of the Punishment Force, specializing in interrogation, assassination, and similar duties."
"It's said that no one who has fallen into the hands of the Punishment Force has ever managed to walk out on their own... hehehe."
"Miss Bambietta, will you choose to say everything you need to say now? Or would you prefer to wait until after receiving their... guidance, and then spill everything—what should be said and what shouldn't—like a sow?"
Hearing Satoru's words, Bambietta trembled all over.
From a very young age, she had displayed exceptional Quincy talent and was raised with elite education—how could she have ever encountered such a scene?
To her, Satoru beside her and the two girls in front seemed like demons, all grinning greedily at her together.
Yet, she shook her head firmly:
"Just kill me! I won't say anything!!"
Earlier, she had revealed the existence of the Wandenreich to Satoru only because she had full confidence in Haschwalth.
She believed that as long as Haschwalth took action, he would definitely be able to eliminate these Shinigami and rescue her.
But now, it was clear that Haschwalth was no match for these Shinigami. If she revealed any more secrets, it would be pure betrayal.
From childhood, the education she received had always emphasized the greatness and terror of His Majesty Yhwach.
The consequences of betraying His Majesty were something she absolutely could not bear.
Hearing this, Satoru nodded.
He stood up. "Suì-Fēng, I leave this to you."
"I don't care what methods you use. By the end of today, I want to know all the intel about these Quincies."
"At the very least, get me the coordinates of their shadow space."
"If you fail, I'll have my way with your beloved Lady Yoruichi tonight!"
"?"
Suì-Fēng was about to accept the order when she heard the last sentence and nearly couldn't stop herself from drawing her sword.
Satoru looked at her. "Any other questions?"
Suì-Fēng took a deep breath, suppressing her rising blood pressure.
"...May I ask, Lord Satoru, where should the interrogation take place?"
"Right here. I'll arrange a room for you."
"The matter of the Quincies must not be leaked. Remember this—everything you witness here must never be spoken of."
Hearing this, Suì-Fēng immediately straightened her chest without hesitation. "Yes!"
Under Bambietta's despairing gaze, Suì-Fēng grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away to another room.
After the two left, Yoruichi looked at Satoru.
"Satoru, the negotiations with the Quincies in the human world are still ongoing... and now Quincies have appeared in the Soul Society. Could there be some connection?"
Satoru shook his head. "They're not from the same branch."
He surveyed the scene in the room.
Due to the earlier battle, his laboratory had been completely destroyed.
Traces of Reiatsu erosion, slashes from the violent sword energy, and most noticeably, scorched and melted marks everywhere...
Satoru felt a sense of relief.
Fortunately, Aizen had a hobby of conducting experiments.
Fortunately, Aizen was a sly old fox who always worked in secrecy.
Fortunately, to repay Aizen, he had worked tirelessly to research the shadow space.
The thought of these Quincies possibly descending upon the Soul Society one day in the future, wielding overwhelming intelligence advantages and wreaking havoc, sent a chill down his spine.
The space constructed by the Quincies was hidden within the shadows of the Seireitei.
In other words, once they launched a war, the Seireitei's most prized defense mechanism—the spiritual barrier—would be utterly useless.
As the defending side, the old man would inevitably be constrained.
In the worst-case scenario, he might even be hindered by his own allies.
Amid internal strife and external threats, dying on the battlefield was indeed not impossible.
Fortunately, by sheer chance, he had shattered the Quincies' absolute advantage of operating from the shadows.
This time, he would never let such a thing happen again!