Chapter 339: Remnants Of A Mad Scientist
"Then the question is—why does she keep going back and forth between Hueco Mundo and the human world so frequently? And based on our observations, she seems to be avoiding traces of shinigami presence."
Mazuru’s voice cut through the dim air of Las Noches as he posed the question, his tone flat, but his crimson eyes gleamed with a sharp glint of curiosity.
"Who knows? Maybe since Szayelaporro’s dead, she’s just lost her reason for existing." Gin replied, his ever-present smirk playing on his lips as he leaned lazily against the cold pillar behind him.
Roka, once merely one of Szayelaporro’s experiments, had never been anything more than a tool in the pink-haired scientist’s eyes. Even as an arrancar, she had been treated like discarded scrap—an unfinished prototype, no more worthy of attention than the dust that gathered on Hueco Mundo’s barren dunes.
Yet now, she was acting unpredictably—erratically. And that, more than anything, had caught the attention of Mazuru.
Not because of concern.
But because of boredom.
Even after the Soul Society ceased their incursions into Hueco Mundo over the past year, the eternal twilight realm remained stagnant—still, barren, and devoid of vitality. Time crawled in silence. Even Gin, who was infamous for enduring the dull ache of manipulation and long games, had begun considering personal projects to pass the time.
For instance: Could one grow persimmon trees in Hueco Mundo?
Gin’s hypothesis was simple. If Seireitei could support spiritual flora with a lower spiritual particle density than Hueco Mundo, theoretically, the latter could sustain even richer growth. But before any tree could take root, Hueco Mundo’s harsh and corrosive environment would need transformation. Another long-term experiment, one that perhaps only Gin could find amusement in.
"Mm." Mazuru murmured, pulling his gaze away from the illusory screen Ulquiorra had projected, showing Roka and Picaro’s recent activity.