12th Division, Shinigami Research and Development Institute.
The large red "ALERT" on the screen finally stopped flashing, and the deafening alarms echoing through the underground research facility came to an abrupt halt.
Kisuke Urahara looked up and let out a long breath, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Lucky me. Everything important is intact. Good thing I had the foresight to store my experimental data and research separately," he muttered to himself.
"Mayuri Kurotsuchi-san, how about you? Did you lose anything valuable?"
"Hmph, I'm not the director. I don't have the luxury of a special storage space for my research," Mayuri scoffed, showing no sign of distress or concern. Instead, he sneered dismissively.
"It doesn't matter. I didn't have anything valuable here anyway—all my research is still in its early stages."
"Even if the data was stolen, it wouldn't matter?"
"It would be completely useless."
"In that case, things aren't as bad as they could've been."
Kisuke's expression grew a bit more serious as he analyzed the situation.
"The intrusion lasted only ten minutes."
"The intruder created chaos on the surface first to divert our attention, then used the opportunity to infiltrate the underground research facility... Quick and efficient."
"While we don't seem to have lost any critical research, we have no idea what he actually did during those ten minutes."
"And he caused significant damage to the institute... Cleaning this up won't be easy."
"As much as I dread how much the repairs will cost, you know that's not the biggest issue here..."
Mayuri responded indifferently, "I don't know what you're so worried about, but since your research results are still here, it means he didn't find your 'private stash.'"
"If he had seen the experimental data, he would've realized it was something you stumbled upon. Even with the information, replicating it wouldn't be easy."
"Fair point." Kisuke nodded. "Still, this intrusion needs to be reported. If Captain-Commander Yamamoto is willing to allocate some repair funds, that'd be ideal."
"That's not my concern, but the intruder clearly had extensive knowledge of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute. You'll have to deal with that," Mayuri said. "My research is moving to the next phase, and I won't tolerate another incident like this."
"What kind of nonsense is that?" Kisuke protested. "You're the deputy director of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute—how is this not your problem?"
Mayuri scoffed. "Ridiculous. Since I became deputy director, all I've done is conduct experiments. Have you ever given me any real authority?"
With that, he turned and left, clearly uninterested in wasting any more time on this shameless man.
...
Masatsuki Aozaki pushed open the door, looking up at the rain pouring from the sky. He wiped the water from his face and stepped into the luxurious mansion gifted to him by the Tsunayashiro Clan.
The door to the elegantly designed bathroom slid open, and the water in the bath was at the perfect temperature. Sinking into the tub, he turned his gaze toward the window.
Beyond the delicate wooden frame, a curtain of rain poured down, while the cool breeze drifting through made him feel at ease.
A woman with short pink hair stood by the window, appearing almost dreamlike, as if she might dissolve into the soft wind at any moment.
She looked in his direction, took two steps forward, and sat at the edge of the tub, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.
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