Chapter 218: I've Picked Up Dinner For You!
"I've roughly understood everything."
Yamamoto pressed both hands on his cane, his face expressionless.
"You went wandering around Hueco Mundo and along the way subdued several Menos Grande as subordinates."
"Mhm mhm!"
"Among them, there's one humanoid Vasto Lorde with beautiful features."
"Sodayo."
"That Vasto Lorde's subordinates were captured by Baraggan's underlings. To help her rescue them, you led a group of Menos Grande and attacked Las Noches."
"Exactly, exactly."
"While escaping, you encountered Senzaemon and engaged in a chance battle."
"Absolutely correct!"
"Finally, you temporarily borrowed Bankai from your Zanpakutō, repelled Senzaemon, and retreated unscathed."
"So right, bro! You're so right!"
Satoru nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of innocence, projecting an image of complete harmlessness.
"THIS IS COMPLETE NONSENSE!!!"
Yamamoto roared, his Reiatsu creating shockwaves that blasted out a gust of air down the mountain.
But Satoru moved faster than him.
The moment Yamamoto opened his mouth, someone had already lightning-fast raised his hands and plugged his ears with Reiatsu-wrapped fingers.
Although facing the explosive roar directly, he didn't suffer much damage.
Yamamoto's eye twitched.
This damned disciple!
Seeing Yamamoto's livid expression, Satoru grinned:
"Didn't expect that, did you, teacher? I've learned to predict your actions!"
Hearing this, Yamamoto fell silent for a moment.
Then he suddenly raised his cane and swung it hard at Satoru with the thick cane head.
With a thunderous crash, Satoru was sent flying.
Watching the direction Satoru flew off, Yamamoto snorted coldly.
"You're still two thousand years too early to predict this old man's actions."
After sending Satoru flying, he wasn't in a hurry, simply waiting quietly where he stood.
Although this damned disciple of his didn't like to use his brain when acting, he wasn't truly stupid.
If he dared to run away while his teacher was angry, next time he was caught, it wouldn't be just a beating.
Sure enough, before long, Satoru came walking back while rubbing his head.
Yamamoto lifted his eyelids, preparing to continue the previous questioning.
Actually, he wasn't very concerned about Las Noches anymore.
What he really wanted to know now was what ability Satoru's Bankai actually had.
Although according to Satoru's account, the Bankai was only temporarily borrowed from his Zanpakutō, since the Zanpakutō was willing to lend it to you, it meant it had already acknowledged you.
Learning Bankai was just a matter of time.
Knowing the ability in advance would allow for tailored teaching and developing combat methods suited to the ability.
But when he looked, he couldn't help but freeze.
On Satoru's shoulder was carrying a giant.
No... it was a giant dog.
A nearly three-meter-tall, humanoid giant with the head of a dog.
On the dog's head, there were many tattered cloths, seemingly used in the past to conceal its appearance.
Yamamoto frowned slightly.
What kind of monstrosity had his wretched disciple brought back?
"Teacher! Teacher! Look, I've caught dinner for you, old man!"
Satoru grinned widely, carrying the massive dog over his shoulder as he strode forward quickly.
At his current age, equivalent to a human high school student, he hadn't fully grown yet, standing only about 1.75 meters tall.
Carrying a nearly three-meter-tall giant dog made for a bizarre sight.
Arriving before Yamamoto, he threw the large dog onto the ground with a thud.
Yamamoto immediately noticed a human-shaped indentation on the dog's chest.
Comparing it to Satoru's physique...
Hmm, the reason for this giant dog's unconsciousness has been found.
Stroking his beard, he looked at the large dog lying on the ground.
"It looks... somewhat like the werewolf clan hidden in the mountains."
"But not entirely."
"This old man has seen the leader of the werewolf clan before—a form nearly completely bestial, with limbs ending in sharp claws, and hind legs unlike these human-shaped ones capable of standing upright."
"Moreover, based on my understanding of the werewolf clan, they never leave the deep mountains, let alone imitate human behavior."
"If this is a werewolf, then... you wretched disciple, what are you doing?!"
While Yamamoto was muttering to himself, Satoru had already pulled off the cloth wrapped around the large dog's head to conceal its appearance and was happily rubbing the dog's fur.
"Teacher, the texture is really good... no worse than a real dog's. Come and try it!"
While rubbing the dog's head, Satoru extended the invitation.
Yamamoto felt his blood pressure rising.
Just as he was about to do something, the large dog slowly opened its eyes.
Earlier, he had been walking alone in the mountains when he sensed a powerful Reiatsu fluctuation in this direction and decided to investigate.
But before he could get close, he saw a human-shaped object flying toward him like a cannonball.
He didn't even have time to dodge before it slammed into his chest, knocking him unconscious.
Recalling what had just happened, he couldn't help but bare his teeth and reach up to touch his chest.
Then he heard a voice from above:
"Don't worry, it's fine. My adopted son Seinosuke is very skilled at surgery. He'll fix you up later, guaranteed to make your chest as good-looking as before..."
"!!"
Hearing this voice, Sajin Komamura's expression changed.
As if by reflex, he abruptly flipped over and looked around.
At the same time, he raised a hand to confirm whether the cloth covering his face was still there.
Discovering all the strips were gone, his heart sank.
He turned his gaze to the only other person present—an old man with a long, flowing beard.
...So strong.
Though he didn't know who this person was, he was definitely no match for him.
Could it be that some villagers had discovered him and asked this old man to drive him away?
While he was caught between shock and doubt, that voice sounded again from above.
"There, there, don't be afraid. That's my teacher, he's a good person."
"Don't let his constant grumpy face fool you—he has a sharp tongue but an axe-hearted nature. Deep down, he's very kind."
Komamura: "?"
Axe-hearted... isn't that even scarier than a sharp tongue?
Wait, where is that voice coming from?
He whipped his head around and finally noticed that, at some point, a young man had been riding behind his head, continuously rubbing it.
Such a close, dangerous position, and he hadn't sensed it until now!
During his wanderings in the Soul Society, every time someone saw his face, he'd faced all kinds of attacks.
Satoru was too close to his neck—if he wanted to, he could stab a blade into his throat at any moment.
Beastly instincts made him instantly agitated.
"Get off!!"
Komamura roared, lips curling back to reveal a row of sharp fangs.
At the same time, he reached out with a pair of large, fan-like hands to grab Satoru.
Yamamoto showed no reaction, merely standing there watching quietly.
Facing hands large enough to grip and crush him, Satoru simply smiled.
BOOM!!!!
A massive Reiatsu suddenly descended like a mountain.
In the distorted air, Komamura's eyes widened, and he fell to his knees with a thud!