EFB Chapter 106 ⥤ A Difference in Style
Chapter 106 ⥤ A Difference in Style
Chapter 106 - 106 ⥤ A Difference in Style"Me?!"
Akira's face showed genuine shock, as if he'd heard something impossible.
He strongly suspected his cover as an infiltrator had been discovered — why else would they assign him such a suicidal mission?
Either that, or Ansai had lost his mind — drinking himself senseless late at night and spouting nonsense.
Why didn't this old fool ask him to assassinate old man Genryūsai instead?
Stealing from the 12th Division — who would even suggest such madness?
Compared to this, Akira thought assassinating the bald eagle would be easier. Both meant death, but falling into Senjumaru's hands would mean being toyed with before dying.
Genryūsai, at least, would make it quick — one strike and not even ashes would remain.
As for Kirio Hikifune, she was clearly no saint either — though really, none of the scientists in Soul Society were normal.
"Is there a problem?" Ansai asked with apparent concern, playing the role of caring superior perfectly.
"Yes." Akira replied bluntly, unlike those showy frauds outside who'd stay silent until problems became unsolvable, "The Twelfth Division is heavily guarded. Beyond re
Soul Extraction Room.
"This is where Kirio Hikifune develops her Gikon technology. The documents we need should be inside." Rasped one of them, his voice grating like sandpaper on stone.
One member stepped forward, forming hand seals and muttering incantations. As their Reiatsu expanded, an enormous Kidō barrier materialized, enveloping the entire building in a screen of light.
With the isolation barrier in place, they drew their Zanpakutō and began working on the lock.
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Second floor of the Soul Extraction Room.
A figure stood by the window, Kyokkō concealing their Reiatsu and form, minimizing their presence.
Aizen calmly gazed at the courtyard below, confusion flickering in his brown eyes.
"Infiltrating the Twelfth Division for some mission? And why is that guy here?"
Despite Akira's complete disguise and concealment, Aizen recognized him instantly.
It couldn't be anyone else — that unique level of simple-mindedness was impossible to fake.
Hearing lock-picking sounds below, he paused briefly before quietly descending the stairs.
Though uncertain of his friend's mission, their mutual understanding would make cooperation simple enough.
Soon, the lock gave way, and the three entered single file.
The other two began searching the Soul Extraction Room, rifling through files and records for hidden documents.
In an unnoticed corner, another figure formed hand seals, instantly raising a barrier that sealed all sound within the room.
Aizen's form flickered past the two intruders.
As his sword slid home, both Shinigami — including the higher-Seated Officer — froze, crimson lines appearing across their throats.
Their life force vanished instantly.
Akira's eyes widened as he held his breath, watching this impossibly stylish scene with pure envy, his expression as sour as if he'd bitten into a lemon.
We're all Shinigami — so why does he have to look so cool?
Aizen turned toward Akira, but before he could speak, his friend's hands shot up in warning.
"Don't attack, I'm on your side!"
The swift surrender left him speechless.
Never had he encountered someone with such little fighting spirit.
"What are you doing here?"
Despite the layers of binding Kidō concealing him, Aizen was still instantly recognizable.
"Research." He answered simply, "And you?"
"Stealing stuff." Akira replied, blinking with frank honesty.
"..."
Was it really wise to admit that to a 12th Division member?
With just those few words, Akira had revealed everything about tonight's events.
He left the thinking to Aizen. After all, his friend's half-baked wisdom would surely lead them to the perfect solution.
"The Gikon technology happens to be right here." With that, Aizen retrieved a written record from the nearby files.
Akira peered at it curiously, but one glance made his head swim.
The document was filled with incomprehensible technical terms — far too complex for him to process.
Aizen held up the record, "Should we give this to Ansai Tsunayashiro?"
Hearing this, Akira furrowed his brows in deep thought.
After a moment, he looked up, "How much do you understand about this Gikon technology?"
Aizen placed it back on the desk with a casual "Everything".
Akira's teeth ached as he felt the crushing pressure of his friend's genius.
Aizen explained, "Scientific development is like this — going from zero to one is often the hardest. It's much easier for those who come after to master it."
The priest's expression twitched as he avoided looking at the complex document, "Can we tamper with it a bit?"
The genius' brow furrowed slightly before smoothing out, "I understand what you're thinking. It should be possible."
Without hesitation, Aizen began working at the desk, smoothly writing out a series of mind-boggling symbols and numbers.
Soon, he had produced a written record that looked nearly identical to the original.
"This version is ready for submission. The deviation won't exceed zero point one two percent. No matter how Ansai Tsunayashiro uses this technology, there will always be unfixable flaws."
He handed the record to Akira and destroyed the original.
If they were putting on a show, they had to do it properly.
Afterwards, the two created signs of battle in the Soul Extraction Room and disguised the injuries of the two dead men.
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Meanwhile...
In the 12th Division's Soul Calibration Research Lab, Okama methodically searched through the stacks of materials on the bookshelf.
Deep in concentration, he failed to notice as a gentle voice drifted from behind him.
"The division barracks are quite active tonight..."
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