Playing With Other Supernaturals Chapter 252
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"I'll certainly arrange it." Azazel sighed. He had no choice but to give in to what Kisuke wants. His abilities are really that attractive to him including those under him with similarly unknown abilities.
"Great~." Kisuke finally eased up his serious atmosphere and poured tea on Azazel's empty cup again, "But it seems that you're misunderstanding something here."
"Hmm? What is it?" Azazel picked up his tea again and asked.
"What you really want is the 'organization' behind me. And it's obvious that someone who uses an unknown power system couldn't be alone. What you want is the fact that others could see that my 'organization' is supporting the Three Factions. But it's a shame that my 'organization' doesn't support me anymore. I'm technically a solo man now."
"...That doesn't really matter. Their imaginations can fill in the rest in regards to your relationship with your organization. What's important is that they think there is an unknown group behind you. By the way, how will they react if they knew your involvement with the Three Factions? You're not a wanted man, by any chance, right?"
"You don't have to worry~. The Seireitei (Court of Pure Souls) won't really mind it and won't interfere with anyone~." Kisuke chuckled and thought, 'They won't receive such news in the first place as they are literally worlds away.'
The reason Kisuke used the Seireitei is for more stability. If he admitted that he's a lone man, it'll be hard for others not to make a move against him. But with a connection to an unknown organization, it'll give others second thoughts. A big bluff in simple terms.
"Seireitei..." Azazel muttered as he tries to search for that name in his mind, 'Haven't heard of it before... Is he lying? Or is this organization enclosed themselves in Dimensional Gap like the Wizards of Oz?'
"About those resources... Could you give me a few days to decide?" Kisuke didn't want him to think about it any further and pushed their conversation.
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"Sure. Send me the list after your done and I'll talk about it with Sirzechs." Azazel replied.
"I see. So the leaders already decided to accept this Peace Treaty."
"Of course. This conference couldn't happen if not for that. Although we already agreed to it, we still need the formality of deciding it over a table and we have to show to our factions that we're properly doing it."
"But even then, I doubt everyone would agree. Kokabiel couldn't be the only one who thought of starting a war."
"You're correct. But those guys started gathering and there is nothing better than a common enemy for an easy peace treaty." Azazel let out a cold laugh.
Kisuke also chuckled, "True enough~."
'So he already knew about them.' Azazel thought. Drinking the last of his tea, Azazel stood up, "Well then, I'll be contacting you in a few days."
"Leaving already?" Kisuke, however, poured tea on his cup again, "We can still talk."
Azazel stopped for a moment and stared at Kisuke, trying to guess his intentions. But Kisuke is too much of an unknown for him to guess anything effectively, "Do you still have questions?" For now, he decided to sit back down and grabbed the cup of tea again.
"I do. And it's regarding the resources that I can get." Without beating around the bush, Kisuke directly told him what he wants, "I heard that you like tinkering with Sacred Gears. And I just wonder if you can share some of your data with me."
Azazel didn't immediately answer but drink his tea first, 'Data on Sacred Gears? It's not like I can't but that doesn't mean that I would share it with just anybody without getting anything back. Besides, not everybody could make sense of that data...'
"No... It's my personal property and hobby that doesn't have anything to do with the Three Factions... But if you really want it, I can share it with you if you have something of equal that you can offer. Anything is fine, be it material, technique or whatever. As long as I deemed it equal to what I can give then I'll exchange it to you."
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"Anything, huh?" Kisuke then took out a stack of bond paper with fine text on it from his storage, "How about this?"
Azazel is, of course, skeptical of what is written on the paper. But once he received and started reading it, his eyes widened in shock. Five minutes after he started reading, he started muttering under his breath with his eyes sometimes flashing in excitement and somethings clouding in confusion.
Kisuke didn't do anything further and just waited for Azazel to finish reading everything while he enjoys his tea, 'Did I underestimate the value that data? Those are just basic soul theories and law that everyone who studied in Shinou Academy (Spiritual Arts Academy) and some intermediate knowledge that everyone in the Research and Development Department of the Soul Society knows... I really don't have a good grasp of the value of soul knowledge in this world.'
It took Azazel about an hour to read everything, but instead of being happy, his face is full of frustration, "Dammit... You gave me something unbelievable..." Scratching his head, Azazel continued, "So I have to present data that is equal to this to get those key information?" Although Kisuke gave him a big stack of papers, the key points of those in the paper is missing and made the whole thing confusing and outright useless. Azazel has some background on soul studies due to his research on Sacred Gears, but it is still not enough to fill in the missing pieces. Hence, his frustration, 'Do I have to exchange everything I know?... That's how valuable this information is! With this, I can advance my own research by several centuries or more? Where the hell did this came from!?'
"I can only give you a number of key points depending on the quality of information I can receive. By the way, I'm also doing Sacred Gear research on the side so you can't just randomly give something basic or intermediate~." Kisuke is laughing internally, 'Hehehe~. Let me suck you dry~... Wait... That sounds wrong.'
Azazel didn't reply and grabbed his already cold tea. Reheating it with magic, he drank it while thinking for ten whole minutes before deciding to say something, "I would like to hear your progress on Sacred Gear first."
Kisuke, this time, didn't hide anything and told him what he knew about the Sacred Gear, minus the soul related stuff. Azazel understood why he didn't tell him one of the most important parts, Sacred Gear spirit since that would reveal some of the key points he's trying to get.
"I see... You're only doing preliminary research and still very far from completion. Once I pass you my own research results, I promise you that you will be able to create your own artificial Sacred Gear."
"But?"
"But if I need consultations regarding these papers, then you have to help me." Azazel paused and glanced at the papers again, "This topic is too advanced for me and I know how dangerous it is to mess with soul matter."
"Sure, but only when it's convenient for me~."
"Convenient... That's too vague."
"I know. But I also can't answer your call all the time, but you don't have to worry. I also don't want you to go to dangerous territories regarding the soul. Once you go there, you're lucky if nothing happened to you, a bit unlucky and you die immediately, if your really unlucky, you might just die while create something terrifying with wrong notions that you might have."
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