Chapter 202: No Questions Asked!
"A... a Shinigami!!"
"Where did he come from?!"
"Holy Shine, prepare the Holy Shine!"
Instantly, chaos erupted among the Quincies.
Sōken's pupils contracted sharply.
This Shinigami... is incredibly strong!
Although he wasn't deliberately releasing his Reiatsu, the faint traces he inadvertently emitted were already enough to make Sōken's hair stand on end and send chills down his spine.
Without a doubt, he was absolutely Captain-class!
But... this Shinigami wasn't wearing the signature white haori that marked a Captain.
Did he choose not to wear it on purpose? Or was there some other reason?
No time to ponder further. Sōken hurriedly spoke up:
"Wait! We—"
"NO QUESTIONS ASKED!!!"
Satoru's loud voice cut Sōken off directly.
In the next instant, he threw a punch through the air—
"Evening Elephant!!"
An invisible pillar of compressed air instantly shattered the short distance, engulfing over a dozen Quincies standing in a straight line and violently smashing them into the pile of cars and luggage in the distance.
Then, before anyone could even react, Satoru was already laughing maniacally as he charged into the crowd.
Amidst the panicked, chaotic screams of the Quincies, Satoru was like a rhino crashing into a flock of sheep. With every punch he threw, several people were sent flying back screaming, piled on top of each other.
Some Quincies, in their panic and confusion, raised their spirit bows and fired at him.
But before these arrows could even get close, Satoru, as if sensing them, dodged them all with slight shifts of his body.
Instead, many Quincies standing opposite him suffered from friendly fire, their bodies pierced by the spirit arrows.
After a few volleys, the Quincies despairingly realized that this Shinigami seemed to have eyes on the back of his head.
No matter how swift or tricky the angle of the arrows, he could easily evade them.
While effortlessly avoiding all the long-range attacks, Satoru didn't forget to pummel the Quincies near him.
Those sent flying by a single punch were the lucky ones. Some Quincies caught him when he was really getting into it: first, a Rising Dragon punch sent one soaring into the air, then he casually grabbed another Quincy, using him like a baseball bat to viciously smash into the Quincy falling from above, knocking both of them unconscious mid-air.
In the distance, Aikawa stood with his mouth agape, staring dumbfounded at the scene.
He didn't even need to see the face; just the act of immediately taking off his clothes told him the newcomer was Satoru.
At first, seeing Satoru charge into the enemy formation alone had given him a huge fright.
If Satoru died here, his career as a Captain would be over.
Who didn't know that Satoru was the Captain-Commander's treasured favorite?
But before he could even rush over to "rescue His Majesty," he witnessed Satoru going on a rampage through the crowd.
The more Aikawa watched, the more stunned he became.
Facing so many Quincies head-on, even a Captain like him would feel a bit apprehensive at first.
So how come in Satoru's hands, it was like a Yakuza boss had walked into a kindergarten?
Although he had always known that Satoru nominally held the position of third seat while possessing captain-level strength in reality, witnessing such overwhelming power still left him feeling as if he had seen a ghost.
If you're this damn strong, why not go to the Eleventh Division and become Kenpachi?
Meanwhile, the surrounding Shinigami also recognized the figure's identity.
"Third Seat Satoru Mikami!"
"It's Third Seat Satoru!"
"So powerful... Those Quincy are completely helpless before Third Seat Satoru!"
"As expected of Third Seat Satoru, easily accomplishing what we cannot!"
Amid the excited shouts of the Shinigami, several figures arrived beside Aikawa using Flash Step.
"Captain Aikawa."
The moment Sōjun landed, he unfolded a document:
"By order of the Captain-Commander, Second Division Third Seat Satoru is hereby appointed as the person in charge of this Quincy incident! All Shinigami on site shall follow his commands!"
Hearing this, Aikawa first froze momentarily, then nodded firmly: "No problem!"
Person in charge of the Quincy incident...
For incidents of this level, the Captain-Commander would normally take personal charge.
On-site commanders like himself were at most executors, never making final decisions.
Though seemingly simple, this title carried significant implications.
Seinosuke looked around: "Where are the wounded? Take me to them."
Two Shinigami quickly approached to guide him.
Meanwhile, Aizen quietly observed the Quincy from a distance.
So these are the Quincy...
He knew Satoru had barely left his quarters these past days, constantly battling that Quincy girl.
For that lazy dog Satoru to work this hard showed just how much he feared the Quincy.
Heh, let's see how extraordinary these Quincy truly are.
Crossing his arms, Aizen imagined himself researching the Quincy, discovering their fatal weakness, while Satoru knelt on the ground begging to share the research results with all kinds of sweet talk.
The next moment, he shook his head and discarded this bizarre scene from his mind.
Such an embarrassing scenario could only come from that guy Satoru's imagination.
With some displeasure, he raised his hand to rest on his Zanpakutō's hilt and walked toward Satoru's location.
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In the blink of an eye, Satoru had already defeated seventy or eighty Quincy.
The Quincies, whether using spirit bows or various silver tube rituals, failed to inflict any harm on him.
Over twenty Quincies, wielding their Seele Schneiders, charged forward, attempting to suppress Satoru in close combat.
Watching them, Satoru burst into laughter.
With a swing of his arms, he spun his entire body in a grand rotation.
Two blades of Risō Jakumetsu, trailing long chains and blue flames, whirled through the air with a howling roar!
The Quincies screamed as they were sucked into the fiery tornado.
For a moment, their agonized cries filled the sky!
Seeing Satoru grow increasingly exhilarated, Sōken could no longer remain seated.
"Please stop!" he shouted, raising his bow and nocking an arrow, which he shot toward Satoru.
Unlike the other Quincies, his arrow wasn't just fast—it seemed to tear through space itself, appearing instantly at Satoru's back.
He had employed an advanced technique: though the spirit arrow was lethal mid-flight, it would dissipate automatically once it got close enough to Satoru.
After all, Sōken still hoped for a peaceful resolution.
Just as the spirit arrow was about to enter the dissipation range, he was shocked to see Satoru suddenly turn and catch the arrow with a loud snap!
Sōken: "?!"
The old Quincy's eyes widened.
He had never seen anyone catch his arrow bare-handed before!
Haschwalth might have been capable of it, but this Shinigami boy didn't even look two hundred years old!
Where did he get such power?!
Just who was this guy?
Examining the spirit arrow in his hand, Satoru let out a whistle.
"After all that fighting, this is the only arrow worth looking at."
Crushing the arrow casually, he raised his hand and retracted the chains with a metallic clatter, resting his swords on his shoulders as he surveyed the surrounding Quincies.
Finally, his gaze settled on Sōken.
He grinned:
"Don't look at me like that."
"I'm doing this for the sake of proper negotiations."
"If I had started by saying I wanted to talk, would you have listened to me so seriously?"