Playing With Other Supernaturals

While some people were talking about the manufacturing and distribution of weapons that would inevitably sink a few countries into the annals of history and give rise to a new world order, Kisuke was studying the samples he'd gotten from Chaos' domain in an attempt to glean some insight to what he really is, "This isn't working..."

[Oh? Are you giving up?] Benihime asked him from inside his mind.

Kisuke began cleaning up his lab and encrypting the data he had gathered, "It's stupid to keep repeating actions that are clearly not working. One needs to know when to give up."

[But there's nothing else that could give you any information. Are you just going to do what he wants, whatever that is? I know for sure that if you don't have a surefire way of dealing with that guy, you would rather abandon that world.]

"And that's why I'm not giving up." Kisuke walked off from his laboratory with a sigh, "Not just because there are people there I want alive, that world will also be our 'comrade' if I play my cards right. Who knows? They may be able to give us valuable time when we really need it."

[Were Rizevim's actions really that terrifying to you?]

Kisuke smiled but his eyes showed that he was nervous. An expression that he wouldn't show to anyone, "It was... You know how much the unknown terrifies me and here we are, knowing that there are other worlds out there, probably staring here, yet we don't know anything about them."

Benihime, in front of her PC, shuddered and became quiet for a moment, [...When you put it that way, it's really unnerving.]

[So what's the plan?]

"Come back for now. We'll crash a party."

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"What?"

[...Can that wait?]

"What are you doing?"

Benihime looked at her screen and saw the timer on the limited time banner, [Give me an hour. I'm sure I'll get something good by then.]

"You're not spending your money on something useless, are you?"

[...My happiness and satisfaction are important.]

"So you are spending money on something useless."

[...I'll fight you.]

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That day, Ajuka was peacefully doing his hobby, namely, Magic Research, and tinkering with various Magic items he found interesting, when an alarm suddenly went off. Hearing its sound and where it's coming from, Ajuka instantly dropped everything and rushed to the secret room of his and turned on every single monitor.

With a single glance, he immediately found what was wrong and began breaking out in cold sweat, "...Kisuke Urahara... What are you doing?"

On a single screen on top of the others, a giant half-bodied mannequin was coming out of Kisuke's shadow behind him and had already created a small hole in the illusionary wall that kept changing its hue in front of him.

Feeling Ajuka's stare beyond the camera, Kisuke turned his head towards it and displayed a cheeky smile before waving his hand.

During that wave, the torn open wall was already big enough for a person to come inside. The mannequin behind Kisuke disappeared as he went through it.

Ajuka gritted his teeth and rushed towards the seal that his men were maintaining and guarding, 'How? Even I could only make a tiny hole for a signal to come through.'

But when he arrived, with his trusted followers, they only saw a hole as small as a needle hole with what seemed to be some 'stitches' on its sides, 'These stitches... They were the same as the one he used on the Jabberwocky.'

'Clearly, I still underestimated him... To think it wasn't just simply 'cutting' and 'restructure'.', thought Ajuka while facing his followers, "Guard this place. I'll check out what's happening inside."

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Flashes of colorful lights and deafening explosions ruled the small dimension that sealed the atrocious monster that was capable of destroying the entire world with ease along with the few elite of the elites that chose to accompany him into this hell in an attempt to end it, or at least, stop it from breaking out.

Souji Okita, one of the members of Sirzechs' peerage, which is known to be the strongest peerage in the world, was cleaning up the mass-produced Boosted Gear Scale Mail armors that Trihexa had created when he inadvertently made a mistake and got himself caught and pinned by several of these Scale Mail armors.

This wouldn't have been a problem normally, as he could've just forced his way out of this without any problems, but a gigantic paw, almost a hundred meters across, was about to come crashing down on him.

"Souji!!!" Sirzechs and his comrades shouted at him.

Due to the fatigue that had been building up, Souji's reaction time wasn't as good so he wasn't able to notice that Trihexa was aiming at him. He scanned the surroundings, but there was no one near enough to help him and those who were taking their rest were very far from his position. Souji knew that there was no way for him to avoid this anymore and braced himself, 'This will take me out of the fight for a considerable amount of time... What luck...'

At that moment, however, a black beam of energy blasted the side of Trihexa's leg and threw its balance off.

Everyone immediately turned their head towards the source of the unfamiliar attack and saw someone casually walking with a sword on his shoulder. Despite the drowning explosions, the taps of his wooden clogs could strangely be heard, "Y-you... What are you doing here?" The only fallen Angel among the group flew near him and questioned with a shocked expression, "How did you even get in here?"

"It's been a while, Azazel-san~!" Kisuke greeted with a large grin, "Looks like you aren't enjoying your stay here."

Azazel smiled wryly and recalled his personality while also concluding that he wouldn't be getting any of the answers that he wanted from him right now, "If you can find someone who can enjoy their time here, please bring them in. We really need more hands here."

"Hey~! I'll be enjoying my time here! So does that mean I passed the test to join you guys?"

Azazel thought about it for a moment before asking him, "What do you want?"

Without any pause or any attempt to deny that he was here for a personal benefit, Kisuke pointed his sword towards the gigantic chimera that spans a few hundred meters across and said, "I want some samples of it and a quiet space in the corner."

Azazel nodded and said, "We'll help you in exchange for supplies and if possible, make it behave a little bit."

"I brought enough to last for a hundred years or so. For the latter, I'll see what I can do."

"Deal. We need recovery materials first so please take them to our camp."

"Understood. Then I'd like to set up a lab not far from your camp if that's alright with you."

"No problem."

While Azazel was leading him to their base camp, Kisuke looked back at the busy people and Trihexa, 'I couldn't pierce its leg even with Cero Oscuras. That's way more durability than they described. And although I fried it's flesh until the bone, the damage has already healed in the short amount of time since then.'

Turning back his attention to Azazel, Kisuke thought, 'But aside from that, there's nothing special about it. Not outwardly, at least.'