Chapter 195: Satoru, You've Become Very Assertive
"Do you need my help?"
Satoru turned around and looked at Suì-Fēng with confusion.
After assigning Suì-Fēng to handle the interrogation, he had started repairing his laboratory.
Yamamoto's Ryūjin Jakka had burned almost all the equipment and materials in the room to ashes.
For anyone else, no matter how strong their professional skills, it would be difficult to do much with these blackened "scraps."
But Satoru was different.
Using the power of his Gigai and his unreasonable ability to infiltrate Reishi, he could fuse his Reiatsu into objects.
These fused objects could perform simple tasks like screening and separation.
Therefore, he could still salvage some materials that weren't too badly burned.
As for Yoruichi, she had returned to the Shihōin Clan to search for records about the Quincy.
Hearing Suì-Fēng knock on the door, Satoru quickly stopped what he was doing.
If Aizen found out about this ability, he would surely exploit it ruthlessly, turning him into a mere tool for work.
And it wasn't just Aizen—Kisuke and Mayuri were no pushovers either.
There were far too few good people around him.
Satoru felt deeply distressed.
"Satoru-sama, your assistance is needed for the interrogation," Suì-Fēng said with a serious expression. "The Quincy Bambietta is arrogant and has remarkable endurance."
"Inflicting pain on her is effective, but to extract all the information, one day probably won't be enough."
Satoru tilted his head. "Then what use am I?"
Suì-Fēng replied calmly, "The simplest way to deal with a woman like her—proud, with strong self-esteem, who thinks she's superior—is to have a man she despises defile her."
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Satoru couldn't help but type a question mark in his mind.
He sneered, "Girl, are you trying to lure me into committing a crime so Yoruichi will hate me and stay away from me?"
"I can hear your schemes loud and clear, even through the flat plains of your chest!"
Hearing this, Suì-Fēng was momentarily taken aback.
She furrowed her brows, lost in thought.
"So Yoruichi-sama would care about such things?"
"This is a new angle..."
"If we capture any remnants of the rebel forces in the future, and there are any good-looking ones among them, I could try using them to tempt this guy..."
"Hey, I can hear you," Satoru said irritably.
After a moment's thought, he added, "But if there really are any exceptionally good-looking ones, I suppose I wouldn't mind sacrificing a bit..."
Suì-Fēng gave him a look of utter disdain.
Satoru's heartbeat quickened slightly.
Suì-Fēng: "?"
Sensing the change in Satoru, she began to suspect her superior might have some mental issues.
"Satoru-sama, I'm short on time."
"For confidentiality reasons, I can't involve anyone else in Bambietta's interrogation, so I have no choice but to ask you."
"If you're unwilling, I'll have to resort to other methods quickly."
"Please make a decision now!"
Having spent enough time with Satoru, Suì-Fēng had a fairly clear understanding of his temperament.
As long as his bottom line wasn't crossed, Satoru had no issue with this occasional "disrespectful" attitude.
Sure enough, Satoru only looked skeptical. "Will this method really work?"
This wasn't some adult-themed world—if pain-based interrogation wasn't effective, how much use could this kind of questioning possibly be?
Suì-Fēng curled her lips slightly. "Rest assured."
"I've already tested it. This Quincy is extremely sensitive."
"She has a talent for becoming a ○○ tool that's beyond ordinary imagination..."
Before she could finish, Satoru straightened his collar and walked over.
"Please, allow me to participate in the interrogation."
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Following Suì-Fēng, Satoru arrived at the temporary interrogation room.
Bambietta was suspended in mid-air by several Kidō ropes, her eyes vacant and lifeless.
The large white hat that usually sat atop her head had long since fallen to the side.
Her smooth black hair cascaded over her face and shoulders.
The girl's face was streaked with tear stains.
A few strands of hair clung to the corners of her mouth, creating a hauntingly beautiful image of someone completely broken.
Seeing the Quincy girl in this state, Satoru couldn't help but pause.
Damn, the interrogation had only been going on for less than an hour... and she was already in this condition?
As expected of someone from the Punishment Force, Suì-Fēng's professionalism was truly impressive.
However, upon closer inspection, he noticed something odd.
"Suì-Fēng, why are there no injuries on her body?"
"How exactly have you been conducting this interrogation?"
Hearing this, Suì-Feng shook her head. "Unless there's a special need, interrogation doesn't require creating actual wounds."
"Using Kidō, we can directly stimulate human senses, creating effects dozens of times more painful than external injuries."
Satoru felt a surge of respect.
As the two were speaking, Bambietta seemed to regain some strength.
She slightly opened her eyes and looked at the two people before her.
Then, she grinned.
"Shinigami... you'd better kill me."
"Otherwise, when His Majesty reclaims the Soul Society, I will return the pain I'm suffering now to you a thousandfold!"
She turned her gaze to Suì-Fēng.
"You're quite fond of that dark-skinned master of yours, aren't you?"
"I'm going to cut her up, slice by slice!"
Suì-Fēng narrowed her eyes.
Then, Bambietta turned her gaze to Satoru.
"You! Your teacher, your senior brothers... everyone around you, I'll kill them all one by one!!"
Satoru's expression darkened.
The two exchanged a glance.
"Suì-Fēng, let me see just how sensitive she is."
"Understood, Lord Satoru!"
Under Bambietta's astonished stare, Suì-Feng approached, drew her short sword, and swung it.
As the blade flashed, Bambietta's white military uniform split open, revealing what was underneath.
A slight smile tugged at Suì-Fēng's lips.
"Lord Satoru, look, starting from this position..."
"I see... hmm... good..."
"Lord Satoru, this part should be done like this."
"Suì-Fēng, where did you learn all this?"
"Interrogation techniques are part of the Punishment Force's cultural curriculum."
"I see. I'll have to study that myself when I have time."
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As the sun set in the west, Satoru emerged from the interrogation room feeling refreshed and invigorated.
No wonder games like "Border ○ Inspector" and "Please Show ○ Documents" were so popular.
Interrogation work, especially when interrogating beautiful girls, was truly enjoyable.
Just as Suì-Fēng had predicted, under their combined efforts, Bambietta lasted less than four hours before confessing everything.
Although most of the intelligence wasn't good news, knowing both yourself and your enemy was better than being at an information disadvantage.
Carrying the captured intelligence, he prepared to report to Yamamoto.
But just as he reached the Technical Bureau's entrance, he spotted a figure.
Aizen was leaning against the gate, arms crossed, standing quietly there.
In the sunset, half of his face was in shadow, and the contrast between light and shadow on his Shinigami Uniform was strikingly sharp.
Looking at the stunned Satoru, Aizen's gaze remained calm, as if this were just an ordinary encounter.
"Technical Bureau, emergency situation."
"Causing such a major incident right in our own home."
"I didn't even hear a word about it in advance."
"You've become quite independent, Satoru."