Chapter 243: The Soul King’s Right Arm
Masatsuki Aozaki paid no attention to Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
His gaze remained locked on Jūshirō Ukitake, where a dark, singular eye was gradually taking shape.
"I can't let you keep causing trouble! I swore to that old man that I'd cure him."
"If I mess this up and he dies, the old man will probably throw a tantrum, cry, and threaten to hang himself—and I really don't want to deal with that."
Masatsuki tightened his grip on the Soul King's right arm. The solid texture beneath his fingers confirmed that he had seized the right thing.
"Got you! Now get out of there!"
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his arm suddenly tensed, exerting force.
The violent clash of Reiatsu sent shockwaves through the air, creating a storm-like turbulence as if an explosion could erupt at any second.
Ordinarily, Mayuri would be beside himself at the sight of such destruction, but right now, he didn't care in the slightest.
His eyes remained unblinking, fixed on Masatsuki's arm.
Under his gaze, Masatsuki's hand slowly retracted, muscles tensing as he forcibly tore something from Ukitake's body.