Not to mention the worries and countless thoughts at Urahara Shop.
After receiving another Soul Pager, Tokikaze imprinted his label on Kurosaki Maki and Ishida Souken.
It wasn't anything significant.
It is just a bit of spiritual pressure marking, with a unique signature belonging to Tokikaze.
The main composition came from a higher-than-average affinity for spiritual particles.
The next time Tokikaze came to the human world, he could easily sense their presence as long as the distance between them wasn't too great.
Although these two didn't seem very smart, they were indeed considered elite geniuses among the young generation of Quincies.
Kurosaki Maki had astonishing talent, on par with her future daughter, with highly refined spiritual particle manipulation skills. She had already mastered the Vollständig at a young age.
Techniques like Five-Slot Bind, Break Mang Formation, and White Mask Descent were easily within her grasp.
She could have scattered Baulk's ashes if it weren't for the hasty departure and lack of preparation.
And Ishida Souken was the designated heir of the Quincy Cross. Although his talent wasn't as great as Kurosaki Maki's, dealing with a Menos Grande was still within his capabilities.
One could say their future was bright.
"So, what about the relevant information?"
Tokikaze squinted his eyes and looked at Ishikawa Naoto beside him.
This time, he came to the human world on a mission from Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto to investigate traces of high-spiritual-power humans.
These humans with high spiritual power were different from the snacks Balk swallowed.
They had already mastered their spiritual power and transformed it into spiritual pressure, moving swiftly between cities.
According to the information recorded by the 13th Division and the Technology Development Bureau, no less than ten Shinigami had been brutally killed by these humans.
They seemed very aware of the Shinigami's actions and processes, hiding precisely and attacking from the shadows.
Every time a Shinigami was brutally killed, by the time their comrades arrived, only a desiccated corpse was left.
I am desiccated.
All their spiritual pressure had been completely absorbed, and because Shinigami were composed of spiritual particles, only their indigestible bones and skin remained.
This state wouldn't last long; they would return to the world quickly once the spiritual pressure completely disappeared.
Of course, Shinigami with a spirit rank of third or higher wouldn't have their spiritual particles decomposed by the world and would fall into Hell, becoming part of it.
Through various monitoring and investigations by the Technology Development Bureau and stationed Shinigami, they finally locked onto multiple high-spiritual-power human groups.
Ishikawa Naoto quickly handed over the relevant information.
To Tokikaze's surprise, the usually inefficient Shinigami had continuously identified the targets quickly.
This was almost unbelievable.
He glanced over the provided information; the targets were elusive, aware of the Technology Development Bureau and Shinigami, and very skilled at evading surveillance.
In this situation, finding their exact whereabouts was indeed a bit troublesome.
"Captain Tokikaze, what should we do now?" Ishikawa Naoto asked.
After pondering for a moment, Tokikaze replied softly, "Fishing!"
Under Ishikawa Naoto's puzzled gaze, Tokikaze donned a standard gig, instantly suppressing his spiritual pressure to a very low level.
"It really is quite oppressive."
With the gigai on, it automatically matched Tokikaze's appearance.
At this moment, his expression seemed a bit distorted.
This gig was a mass-produced item exclusively for the 13th Division members stationed in the human world.
Shinigami in gigai couldn't supplement their spiritual particles from the outside, severely limiting their spiritual power recovery. The only advantage was easier movement in the human world.
According to the information, most of the Shinigami who were hunted had been in gigantic form for missions and then fell victim.
Tokikaze mimicked this method to lure the targets out of hiding.
In the next three days, he wandered around secluded areas in Naruki City, fully focused, yet almost found nothing.
They were perfectly earning the title of Airborne.
Frustrated, Tokikaze decided not to hold back anymore.
He tore off the gigai, and his violent spiritual pressure covered the entire city like a skyfall.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, and strong gales swept through the streets and alleys. The sky darkened abruptly, heavy clouds covering the sky.
One moment, it was clear skies; the next, it plunged into darkness.
Ishikawa Naoto shivered in fear, hugging his Zanpakutō as if it was the only thing comforting his fragile heart.
Previously, Tokikaze's one-hit kill of an Adjuchas had already shocked him beyond imagination.
But now, Ishikawa Naoto truly realised the might of a captain-level Shinigami.
We are changing the weather with a thought.
Standing beside him, he couldn't muster the courage to draw his sword.
Above, thick clouds rolled, layer upon layer like surging waves, the oppressive pressure covering the entire city, the suffocating atmosphere spreading continuously.
The howling wind scattered across the sky.
The entire Naruki City was engulfed in a storm, like the sudden arrival of an apocalypse.
The wind fused into the city, becoming Tokikaze's perception, sensing any abnormalities most comprehensively.
His idea was simple.
Since fishing came up empty, he would drain the entire pond.
"Found it."
Tokikaze muttered, wind swirling in his eyes, disappearing in an instant.
The next moment.
He vanished from the spot, flash-stepping to the northern outskirts of Naruki City.
A large area of abandoned warehouses came into view, the wind howling between the buildings.
Boom!
A gust of wind rose, instantly tearing off the roof of a warehouse, revealing the scene inside.
In the centre of the warehouse, two figures looked up in shock, completely unprepared for the current situation.
One was a tall, middle-aged man with back-swept short hair, a silver cross necklace around his neck, and brown eyes full of surprise.
The other wore a black eyepatch over his right eye, had a thick moustache, and exuded an air of elegance.
But this elegance vanished in panic as Tokikaze appeared.
The sudden change shattered their plans.
The spiritual pressure barrier covering the warehouse seemed ineffective in hiding their presence.
Seeing their appearances, Tokikaze's memory surfaced, recognising their identities.
Standing high above, the wind howling around him, he smiled and whispered:
"Fullbringer, Kūgo Ginjō..."