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Souris

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Time passed of idle conversation among those that were familiar, while Rokka quietly observed. He did not wish to interrupt the initial greetings and engagements of acquaintances and friends. After all, he was an outsider with everyone present. Not to mention his attendance was dual in nature. He wasn't simply here just to engage in banter and to enjoy a meal. Though the gathering so far was pleasant - a blessing that managed to curb his anxiety towards what could have been a much more formal gathering.

As he awaited his meal, his mind drifted for a moment. Wondering if Mina had managed to relay the information that he had asked of her. A dossier of curated details in his active case to the First Division was the first part. The second part was if she made contact with specific individuals in regard to the next phase of their internal affairs. She functioned as his hands while he was tied up with his current engagement. While he would make proper contact with Toru on the matter, she extended his reach beyond the confines of the Tsunayashiro estate.

While they all sat and broke bread - a game of cat and mouse was being played.

The gathering progressed, changes came about. Shifts in the attendees, the delivery of their orders, and the waves of conversation. It all was so busy contrary to what one might expect of a noble's event. Traditionally guests would arrive, the festivities would begin, and that would play out to its end. Though this felt as if there was a revolving door with no order to the attendees.

Yet within that chaotic waltz came a moment of focus upon Rokka.

"The red heads order was a little annoying to think of, but yours was easy. I'd almost take it from you myself, but..." His head shifted position to the other side of Rokka, then he continued, "...I wouldn't be a great host then would I? Either way, it's Tonkatsu, as you asked, but see how it's ever so slightly bubblin'? Cheese. Cheese beneath the panko."

The peculiar host's creation was as he asked and yet a bit more. A creative decision that didn't disrupt the sanctity of the dish but potentially elevated it. This was a bit of a surprise to Rokka. Not necessarily that an alteration on its own was made but instead that it was done by Toru. Every expectation would lead with the idea of form and structure but this wasn't that - it was passion. Truly breaking the mold with his mannerisms, his open invite structure, and his desire to add his own touch to his food stylings. Maybe what was coming would be all the more easy with someone of such fluid behavior.
"Cheese? Honestly an addition I have never had before. Such a simple touch and yet one that hadn't crossed my mind. Thank you again, Tsunayashiro-sama."

After his response Toru wandered off to finish his route through his guests, wasting no time on the delivery of his handcrafted dishes. Rokka took the time to try out and savor the meal before him, digging into the cutlet before him and trailing it with his accompanying components. It was rather impressive, the flavors all blended well and the cheese added an additional layer to it all. He nodded to himself in enjoyment before taking a sip of his tea, cleansing his palate to better enjoy a second dive in. Though before he would do such, he spoke.
"So a bit of a doozy of an ice-breaker but I like interesting topics rather than surface level commonalities."

His words were loud enough for all those in present company to hear, aiming it at no one in particular.
"How does everyone here feel about our new Captain Commander? It's been awhile since we've had a figure head."

A blunt question he asked with a stray smile as he looked around the room. Was it rude to ask such a thing? Was it something that was condemnable? It didn't matter to Rokka. He himself bore no care for hierarchy or sticking to the static - all that matter at days end was what did or did not get done. Everything else was meaningless. The law bends to no man and shackles all who violate it. The hands of inevitable fate strangle all to sleep someday.

He served the cause and the union of souls - not any individual person. Though how others felt about such a huge change, even if it did not directly affect their day to day, would rip away masks in an instant. What they expressed would be parsed as it was. Their directness, their evasion, their sugar coating, their discarding remarks - all served as windows into their being.

Before any could answer though, he added something once more, a piece that lapsed through his direct inquiry to the guests.

"Oh right, my manners. I'm Kyōraku Rokka of the Sixth Division."

He added before funneling another piece of pork into his maw.

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Elk

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His head shifted back as someone began to speak, assuring him that everything was going to be fine. Certainly, a friendly individual, if not a bit dramatic in a fun way, one that earned a small chuckle from him.

“Yes, yes, but she’s accompanied me since before the academy days. After all, she is the head of her household, so I am glad she’s been accompanying me since then.”

As the woman’s hand extended out, Hideo’s moved to meet it, gripping her wrist gently to give a firm shake. As she spoke, his hand lifted away, and again this only drew a small chuckle from him.

“Third Seat Shihōin Hideo, acting editor in chief for the Seireitei News. Of course we would attend such events. It’s a great way to network. Plus, we’re fairly lax for a division, and I intend to keep it that way, for the most part anyway.”

As she spoke, his eyes closed as his hand moved to the back of his head at the mention of the two names, an exasperated chuckle escaping him. His head tilted as he opened them back up.

“Strangely enough, I have yet to meet the two in a proper setting. At most, our interactions were a wave at one another. I know them by name and looks, but that’s as far as our interactions went in the past. As for Yugen, he has my hairstyle, just in red.”

“Though I wear it better than he does.”

“…”

“Though now that I think about it, there’s a lot of red haired individuals within the Eighth Division.”


His hand hovered over his mouth for the last bit as his eyes shifted away, then back as she spoke of training.

“Training? I wasn’t aware that there was a training session today.”

“I doubt you would see me at those right now. I’ve already set a schedule.”

“Or did you just mean whenever we train?”


Tsunayashiro Toru said:
"Welcome dear guests! The rest have just been served, but if we get you in quickly, I'll make sure you get your fill just as quickly!"


As his hand was lifted by Toru, Hideo’s arm extended upward, gripping his wrist and giving a polite shake, yet older than the ones usually given, a habit he had developed from a young age, if only from watching his elders do so. His hand loosened as Toru spoke, drawing a chuckle from him at both statements as he pried open his gift.

“More than just good friends. I could be rich, or I could be foolish with my money. Who’s to say?”

It wasn’t hard to notice the Ming style teapot was indeed old, but what set it apart was the hole at the top of the handle and another hidden at the bottom, one that wouldn’t be seen due to the teapot’s positioning. It had a white base with purple lines drawn across each section of the pot. The lid had several flowers fully grown and painted in a circular shape. On the main body of the pot itself was a group of devil’s trumpets, painstakingly painted in full bloom. If one were to look closely, they could see every bit of fine detail, akin to that of a photograph.

“I do hope that you do use it. It’s a little over 200 years old, and from the World of the Living.”

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As Suzume and Hideo walked in, he took a look around at the guests, one leaving and two others entering. As to who most were, he wouldn’t know, aside from Yugen. He looked at the short and young Shinigami, his only thought being, “interesting,” before looking back to Yugen and then to Sakurada. His hand lifted, pointing at the man as his head turned back to Sakurada, mouthing “that one.” As he took his spot, he opened the menu and began to scan it.

“This man is insane. He’s cooking all this?”

“I’m not a picky eater, but these options are a lot to go through.”

“Is that?”

“Most chefs wouldn’t even dare cook that.”


His eyes spotted fugu fish before shifting to Suzume, narrowing ever so slightly as he continued to flip through page after page. He often flipped back and forth between the two before finally sighing and looking up at the ceiling. He had ignored everything around him, far too consumed by the many delicious options.

“I’ll take a Ton-”

The movements of a Shihōin servant were familiar, no matter how silent they were. Their movements and subtle reiatsu manipulation were an open book to him. His body flickered and appeared beside them.

“I’ve come to retriev-”

“No need say anymore, though it would have been better had you told me where I needed to go rather than saying you were going to retrieve me.”

A nod followed as the two flickered away. He followed them closely until finally they arrived at the gates of Captain Commander Shihōin’s office. As he pushed the doors open, his head turned toward the view of the Seireitei, then to his cousins.


“Captain Commander Shihōin, Captain Shihōin.”

“My, my. What a lovely place for a family gathering, or a political ambush.”



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Suzume was already wishing she was back at the Eighth Division barracks. Even as the head of her own family, she preferred to not be amongst large gatherings. They vexed her so, but she would go where her companion went, at least for the time being. Before she could voice her grievances to said companion, a rather flamboyant soul approached them. They seemed more keen on speaking with Hideo so she busied herself with glancing around the waiting area they had been led into, though she made sure to still pay attention to their conversation.

An honor, indeed.

She didn’t bother to verbally interject though. Her thoughts were not needed as Hideo did what he does best in social situations and chattered away. Her attention did snap back to the two when Kaoru addressed her. Her usually neutral expression softened into a polite smile.

”I am. We tend to be quite…adept at celebrations and being celebratory, those of us at Eighth. You mentioned meeting Ichikawa. Is he alright or was it simply an informal meeting?”

Folding her arms across her chest, Suzume shot Hideo a weary glance as he mentioned he hadn’t met their squad mates in a formal setting. She certainly wasn’t pleased with him about that. Her gaze once more wandered from them as she let him partake in the conversation once more. However, it wasn’t long until their host swept into the room to greet those who had clearly been late arriving. As Toru took her hand in his, she simply stared for the briefest of seconds before returning his hand shake.

The question about her and Hideo’s companionship caught her off guard. She supposed she just assumed everyone else already thought they were a couple so she never felt a need to put a label on it. However, as Hideo informed the rather lanky Tsunayashiro that they were in fact more than just good friends, she felt a concerning warmth spread from her chest and up her freckled cheeks.

Suzume was very much relieved when Toru’s attention turned to the very obvious gift Hideo had picked for him and as they spoke of it, she withdrew a vial from each of her sleeves. One vial contained a yellowy-tan spice, while the other contained dried purple flowers.

”The yellow one is Fennel Pollen, its flavor is primarily sweet and anise-like, with notes of citrus, honey, and hay. I’ve heard it called the spice of angels and it’s quite difficult to come by. I do hope you can find a use for it in your cooking. The other is Lupine, it’s less friendly for consumption.”

She hoped gifting the host a vial of a poisonous flower wouldn’t be a problem, but she had little to no time to contemplate it because Toru was already moving on to the next guest. Her eyes scanned the already present guests as she entered the dining room alongside Hideo. Some of them she had never met before, two of them she knew. Her hand rested gently on Hyoroshi’s shoulder as she passed him.

”I am glad to see you are well, Hyoroshi.”

Her gaze then landed upon her squad mate, Yugen. She offered him a smile as her and Hideo took their seats.

”How are you today, Yugen?”

She was just about to comment on how delicious his meal looked when she felt Hideo’s gaze upon her and glanced over just in time to spot Fugu on the menu. Her mouth began to water instantaneously and she murmured under her breath:

”Fugu… It’s been an eternity, my long lost love.”

Hideo had managed to quell her consumption of the potentially dangerous fish simply by employing chefs who would refuse to even contemplate making the dish. Her mind was set and there was no changing it now. Though her eyes narrowed as a rather inconsiderate messenger of the Shihoin’s arrived to whisk her partner away. Her gaze followed after him, but she felt this was a meeting she would not be welcome to attend so she simply folded her hands in her lap, her nails digging into her palms.

”I’ll have the Fugu, please.”

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Frea

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Due to biting her nails, she wasn’t aware of Iwamura’s presence until she felt a gust imprinting on her shikakusho pressing against her torso. She immediately looked down and saw her feet dangling. She blinked, then blinked again - She knew the only person was to be able to grab her collar was Iwamura. She looked up at him in a confused manner and snapped out of her trance. She squirmed to get free from his grip. When she looked up at him again, he had a big ass grin on his face. She huffed in annoyance as she looked around the area, noticing they were in the middle of the Lobby. Hearing him introduce her made her head spin around - she felt embarrassed, and wasn’t sure what to do.

She once again glanced up again up at the dogman, who clearly met her gaze. He started to wiggle his non-existent eyebrows, which made her burst a little giggle out of amusement. Her anxiety had gone down massively due to her mentor Hyoroshi. She pipped up only for the beast to hear, and politely she said.

“Iwamura-San, please set me down”

Once he heard her words, his arm lowered down, and the furry hand let go of her collar of her shikakusho. As her feet touched the ground beneath them, she straightened up her uniform afterall she was here to represent the first division along with Hyoroshi Iwamura. She gave her superior a nod with a smile on her face. Before she moved off, she looked at the others; she must admit they all looked exquisite and by far much higher rank. Some clearly were from respectable noble clans - that she shouldn’t cross them, or rather make them angry in the slightest. One wrong move, and she could see her head being on a stake at their clan's estate; the very thought of that gave her the shudders.

Ishiko’s ears twitched on hearing some parts of the voice and turned to see an flamboyant looking shinigami who looked androgynous. She blushed at how glamorous they looked, beautiful with how their shikakushou complemented their shape, and the pink sash matched their hair. She mumbled out quite loudly, hoping they did not hear.

“They Look….Stunning, radiant…confident. I wish I could be that.”


Though her deep thoughts got interrupted by a voice speaking to her, she looked at the tall male who was clearly far taller than her - it was rare, of course, as she was one of the tallest females there could be. Ishiko’s height was on par with most of the male shinigami; only a handful were taller than her outside of her males in her family.

“I-I was by yes, but I got a door in my face haha…It happens, you know”


She took a brief pause to introduce herself to the Tsunyashiro male.

“Ishiko Mori, I’m from the first division. I’ve only been a shinigami for a year now.”

She felt his free hand snaking towards her shoulder. She remained calm on the outside; however, her internal self was freaking out- anxiety was rampant again as she was dragged into the dining room by the host himself. Her legs followed him, and there she went into the dining room, where it was filled with other guests - some were eating exquisite meals - she wondered whether she had to pay for the food? Was it on the house? Many thoughts rampage through her mind - she stood there in shell-shock, unknowing what to do. There were many from noble houses, others from respectable clans. Her legs managed to shuffle towards a space next to Hyoroshi, where she planted herself down by sitting down with her back straight and her hands in her lap.

She noticed some empty spaces where some might’ve left before she got the room - some others looked completely shocked, some chattering amongst themselves. She gave a deep breath and introduced herself to those still there, wondering if they cared or not, if they would even acknowledge her.

“Hello Everyone, I’m Ishiko Mori. I’m a member of the First division and I’ve only been an official shinigami for a year. It’s good to make your acquaintance.”

She hoped they didn’t mind her introduction as a newer shinigami - was it arrogant of her? The thoughts rushed to her mind, though what snapped out of her thoughts was how eerily silent Hyoroshi was; she looked down at his food. Ah. Vegetables, by his look on his face, he was not best pleased. She heard the 6th division male introduce himself, which drew her full attention to him, and she made a slight, respectful bow to him.

“Hello, Kyoraku-san. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I understand that your clan is among the few respectable clans out there.”


Her eyes gazed upon the menu - hoping it won’t be too complicated, she once again spoke up
with her order.

“May I have Gyudon with Matcha tea as my drink?”

She hoped that by this, she could at least give Hyoroshi some of the meat she received on her dish to make him feel happier.
 

Tutson

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Kaoru’s head turned towards Ishiko as she complimented them, a sly look of complicity drawn on their eyes as her look and Kaoru’s met. They had an exceptionally acute sense of hearing for words spoken under one’s breath, especially in social gatherings where gossip blossomed like nowhere else. That sharpness was, of course, all the more precise if those murmurs were about them, especially if they were praises. They gave Ishiko a small wink and turned towards Hideo and Suzume just at the right time for Toru to pull them all into the room and chit-chat with the new guests.

“It is a joy to be in your little gathering today, Tsunayashiro-san. For a second, I thought I wouldn’t be in time to grace this place with my presence. And fret not, darling, quietness despises my presence just as much as I love to shoo it away.”

Kaoru emphasized that last thing by doing a “shoo” motion with their closed fan and then opening it up to flutter at themselves while turning towards Hideo and Suzume as they, too, were pushed into the room after exchanging pleasantries with Toru. Kaoru smiled with a measured, perhaps too well-practiced, smile, the warmth of which felt as artificial as it was evident. A clear arch of interest settled on their brow as they confirmed their relationship.

“Oh, you lovebirds. I’m sure our host’s question was merely a matter of protocol. I can smell just how tangled the scents of your spirits are. Oh, how heartwarming it is to see love blossom among the Gotei 13.”

That last phrase they said with emboldened theatricality.

“Worry not, Feng-chan. Ichikawa Danjuro is in tip-top condition, it was I who took care of him after all. Any soul reaper needs some aftercare when they strain themselves as hard as they do. I’m sure when you two meet your immediate subordinate you’ll find their ferocity just as fragrant as I do. Of course, I trust you will make some time for that among all the loving.”

Kaoru very poorly hid a devious smile behind their fan as they squinted their eyes, looking at the two soul reapers as they said the last phrase, walking right next to the side of the table. Kaoru looked around the table, taking in all the characters’ appearances.

“Oh, there you are, handsome! Thank god you make yourself seen, or I would have had a horrible time keeping my promise to Ichikawa-san. I didn't expect any less, of course.”

Kaoru took intentionally long steps towards the side of the table Yugen was in, making notorious and intentionally loud thuds with their geta and pushing the shinigami next to them away with a gentle tap on the shoulder with the fan.

“Excuse me, darling, he’s waiting for me. Would you mind? I’m sure you don’t.”

They gracefully sat on the ground, artfully inserting themselves right next to the redhead, grabbing the menu the shinigami had left on the table.

“Danjuro sent his regards, darling. They couldn’t make it today but you’ll be pleased to know you got an upgrade: me! Sakurada Kaoru, 4th Division’s 10th Seat, and well, I might as well own it, the most stylish shinigami in all of Seireitei. I know, it’s a pleasure, right? Pleased to meet you all.”

Kaoru scanned the menu quickly, barely glancing past most of it until they turned it around to find the desserts and drinks.

“Oh, now this is good. I’ll take a green tea, flaming hot, and your best assortment of wagashi sweets to go with it, Tsunayashiro-kun. You don’t mind me calling you that, do you? You can call me by my first name if you want; you’re my host at the end of the day. That would be all.”

Kaoru was all smiles. For the first time since they entered the place, they had let go of their fan, hiding it somewhere where it couldn’t be seen, and were crossing their delicate fingers right below their chin, framing their face with long, delicate, and polished nails and golden bracelets and rings.

"So, what were we talking about? Don't let me dazzle you away from conversation."

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GhoulBunny

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“How do you intend to handle this when he arrives? He may react mildly, but we will not know his true feelings until after you have made a decision. How do you reckon he will react, Lady Shihōin?”


Yūgure would allow his words to come and go for a beat before answering and finally, she turned toward him slowly, golden eyes narrowing—not in anger, but in thought. She wasn’t close to her cousin by any means but from their last face to face she knew enough.


“Hideo reacts to everything as if life is a game,” she said. “He hides behind charm. Pretends responsibility is a coat he can shrug on and off as it suits him. Once, that did not matter. Now it does.”


The changes that have happened since that dreadful tea visit was pretty impressive. How Hideo went from taunting her about not knowing bankai to now her not just knowing bankai, but being the head of their family. The very thing he had wanted once upon a time. She was still a little shocked he had stepped down from the role.


She crossed the space between them with controlled steps, coming to stand across from his desk.


“But first,” she said quietly, “I need to make something very clear to you, brother.”


He was the Captain Commander. Her elder brother. But she was the head of their family and that meant everything to her. And the way he handled his role as the Commander, in turn, would always reflect on the family even though he probably didn’t think it did.


“I do not agree with how you stripped Taro Date of his position at the Academy.”


She wanted to make that fact very clear. Not as his sister but as the head of their family.


“I understand your reasoning. Truly, I do. I don’t agree with the Date’s…brutality in his way of handling things.And I know you had good intentions. But intention is not what the Gotei sees. Action is. Ever since you stepped into command you have made changes, some for good. But all people are seeing is you throwing around orders. You should have issued a warning first. Something formal. Something recorded. This will not look too great for a lot of people. And all it did was set the Date off. You are the Captain Commander now. Every step you take is dissected. Every decision you make reflects on the Gotei. And it reflects on me. I cannot allow anyone to think the Shihōin have returned to power only to go and do what our ancestors did before us.”


She would stare at him, her gaze not moving from his for a second.


“I am not afraid of you,” she said plainly. “Nor will I bite my tongue when I believe your bluntness endangers more than it protects. I will support you. Only when you are doing right by the Gotei and the Shihōin. I will not let people think that the Shihōin rise only to dominate.”


A breath left her as she allowed herself to turn away from him, her eyes on the door of the office. She would stand there for a moment before speaking again.


“We must tread carefully, brother. You with the weight of command. Me with my new sense of command as well. If either of us falters… if any of us get too caught up in the titles we possess..” Her gaze hardened. “We both fall.”


The doors opened then, cutting the tension like a blade.


Hideo Shihōin strode into the room with all the confidence of a man who had never felt the consequences of his own decisions. And his complete obtuseness of the situation annoyed her. His eyes flicked across the expansive office, from the view of Seireitei to the siblings waiting inside.


“Captain Commander Shihōin. Captain Shihōin.” A smirk curled. “My, my. What a lovely place for a family gathering, or a political ambush.”


His voice was as irritatingly smooth as ever.


Ten years ago, it would have made her fists clench. Ten years ago, when he asked, Tell me, cousin… have you achieved Bankai yet? she had felt shame burn in her throat.


Now she barely felt the echo of it.


“Seems you are as joyous as ever, cousin,”


She stepped forward, presence precise and cutting. The last time they spoke face to face wasn’t one of her best moments. She had let her anger get the best of her. But it wasn’t a secret that her cousin annoyed her so.


“I called you here because your actions must be corrected before they are used as weapons against us. After today, I realized that I can’t allow what happened ten years ago to go by without addressing it. I’ll get straight to the point, Ten years ago you learned that a member of our clan had stolen a Kidō scroll from the Eighth. An act serious enough to stain our name again. Something that required oversight.”


Her eyes sharpened.


“And instead of taking it to an elder immediately, you handled the affair alone. You know how dire the situation was for our clan and you still didn’t take it to anyone.” Her voice grew colder. “Instead you investigated it in secret. Quietly. For your own ego.”


She stepped in until they were almost eye to eye.


“And you put our family at risk.”


She let the sentence sit between them, heavy and irrevocable.


“If you want to handle matters alone,” she said, tone dropping to a quiet steel, “you may. But you will not do so if you wish to remain as a Shihōin.”


In the reality of it all, she didn’t truly know what she was going to do with her cousin. But she knew for certain his careless actions needed to be dealt with. Everything about thinking this was something he could handle alone without even reporting it to an elder immediately was idiotic. He had clearly done it to look good for whatever reason or the other. A selfish reason. She hoped her cousin would realize the deep crap he was in. This wouldn’t end like their tea had. She would think for a moment before she would take her arms from her back to cross them over her chest.


“You will not keep secrets that jeopardize this clan. If anything is out of place, you are to report it. Immediately. I do not care how capable you believe you are. I do not care about your foolish pride.”


She straightened, ensuring her voice carried through the room like judgment.



“We are being watched. Our dear Commander has set off Taro Date today so eyes will be on us more than ever and I refuse to let your carelessness be the spark that ignites more trouble to our name. I hope my words make sense to you, cousin? The no keeping secrets starts now, give me more details on how Sumire Shihōin came to realize what your brother was up to? Why didn’t they report this and only tell you of the matter? Your brother may be in custody, and you might think that it’s handled but it's not until I hear more about how Sumire came to this information, from both you and her.”
 

Takamura Raizen

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Nairaishi did not hesitate.
“Yes, Captain.”
The words were even and immediate.
He moved before the final syllable fully settled into the air.
The ground beneath him compressed with a soft fracture of dust as his Shunpo erased the space between them. There was no visible preparation, no gathering of force. One moment he stood before Kagi, the next he was already inside striking distance, sealed blade descending in a clean vertical arc aimed not to wound but to test structure.
He did not remain to contest it.
His foot pivoted the instant the strike completed its line, body shifting past Kagi’s flank in the same breath. The blade reversed direction in a tight horizontal cut meant to force guard adjustment rather than commit to impact.
He vanished again.
This time the displacement fractured.
Four movements split outward from the same origin point, each carrying identical posture and tempo. There were no spiritual constructs—only timing compressed so precisely that the eye struggled to anchor the real trajectory. Three were misdirection born from step acceleration and rotational momentum.
The fourth was true.
He reappeared behind Kagi’s right side, blade already angled toward the arm. The cut was shallow by design, a line meant to measure reaction speed and defensive structure rather than to land harm.
Before it could be answered, he shifted again.
Distance opened. Closed. Opened again.
His Shunpo was tighter than it had been months ago—no wasted drift, no excess adjustment after arrival. Each landing carried immediate readiness for the next displacement. He attacked from the left this time, blade angled low, forcing downward guard compression before reversing upward in the same motion.
He did not overextend.
He did not chase momentum.
Each strike ended cleanly at its intended range.
Another burst of movement carried him fifteen meters back, then forward again in a diagonal approach meant to intersect rather than collide. His blade passed close enough to test timing, close enough to demand response, but never wild enough to sacrifice structure.
His breathing remained steady throughout.
Shoulders relaxed. Grip firm but not rigid.
He moved as someone who had trained repetition into instinct—discipline replacing aggression, precision replacing urgency. There was no hunger in his strikes. No desperation to prove himself. Only clarity.
He displaced once more, appearing directly before Kagi with a thrust that halted precisely a hair’s breadth from center mass—control evident in the way the blade stopped without tremor.
Then he withdrew.
Distance restored. Posture balanced.
He did not speak again.
He did not press forward blindly.
He stood ready for correction.
The gray field remained windless around them, the simulator offering no distraction, no terrain advantage. Nairaishi’s stance was composed, eyes steady, body aligned.
He had not drawn on power.
He had not relied on release.
He had shown only what discipline and choice had carved into him.
And he waited to see whether that was enough.​
 

Amphybi

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After Toru had dished out the meals he basked in his culinary efforts, paying attention to the reactions to the food and noting them in his mind. His attention was dragged away as he watched Jaakuna stand herself up and take his fingers in her hands. Toru was already well aware of what was about to happen, at this point it was a ritual.

"Tsunayashiro-san, the moon is rather beautiful tonight. I do hope you’ll accept my proposal and become my husband.”

Her words baffled others, but Toru simply stared her in the eyes with his smile plastered across his face. His reply just as baffling as her proposal perhaps.

"Jaakuna... No. It's a shame you have to leave so early though, make sure you pop by again soon. And try to take a break sometimes! No point in working yourself to the bone."

He knew how Jaakuna was, but still it was unfortunate that she would be the first to leave, regardless her presence was appreciated. Once she had taken her leave, his attention returned to the remaining guests. Yugen was the first to take his attention once more as he relayed the information about his ink.

"Thank you Yugen... I'll make sure to pick some up soon enough! I'll mention you, might even get you a discount for you. Hopefully anyway."

At this point, the dinner had been under way and people had begun eating already, but there had been very little chatter of any interest, Toru's mind began wandering on topics to bring up. Perhaps it was time for the questions he had prepared? A hand reached within his Shihakushō rustling around for the scrap of paper, then someone else decided to take charge, Rokka.

"So a bit of a doozy of an ice-breaker but I like interesting topics rather than surface level commonalities."

Toru couldn't help but clap his hands together in excitement, a thought running through his mind "Finally! Something fun perhaps?" Fortunately, Toru was about to be surprised with the question, pleasantly so.

"How does everyone here feel about our new Captain Commander? It's been awhile since we've had a figure head."

Now this was a fun question, and most definitely a wonderful ice-breaker. Toru's eyes scanned over the room, taking in the reactions to the question asked. Rokka's introduction almost flew over his head as he was lost in the joy of this question, but still he caught it.

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Well! That is a wonderful question indeed, my friend! I'll be a little selfish, could everyone hold off answering whilst I go welcome in our new guests? I'll want to hear everyone's response if possible. I'll give you my thoughts after I've served the new guests too of course."

With that said, Toru had left and welcomed in the others.

The arrival of the four new guests signalled the closure of the doors for others would-be guests. The Tsunayashiro's dinner was officially underway and the guests for the most part, seemed to be enjoying it! Toru's attention was primarily directed towards the four new guests, although it seemed as though his sense of hearing chose to skip over the greetings and usual small talk. Instead, he was listening out for the food they desired.

First it was the small Fēng,
"I'll have the Fugu, please." A rather bold order, but not one that would make Toru contemplate the choice, or even cautious about preparing it. Perhaps he was even excited for the idea.

Then it was Ishiko,
"May I have Gyudon with Matcha tea as my drink." For a moment Toru seemed almost disappointed, a good choice, but far less adventurous than the previous.

Then it was Kaoru,
“Oh, now this is good. I’ll take a green tea, flaming hot, and your best assortment of wagashi sweets to go with it..." There was more that was said, but Toru glanced over the formalities and questions, he was simply curious about the choice of meal, or rather the lack of a meal, but he would oblige regardless.

Then there was a clear shift in his expression. The dinner party was closed as per Toru's orders, yet another figure had stepped into the room, and not via Toru's welcome.

"Lord Tsunayashiro. My apologies for the interruption. I come under direct orders from Yūgure Shihōin. Captain of Squad Nine. I have been instructed to retrieve Hideo Shihōin from this gathering... I understand this is a private affair,” they continued. “And I apologize for the intrusion. We shall be out of your hair as soon as possible.

Toru stood before the messenger now, staring down at them. By all accounts Toru is usually an unusual figure in stature and personality, and up until this point, he slipped beneath the extrasensory perception of everyone, but now he could be felt and clearly. The room momentarily filled with a sickening sensation, something that could incite the most visceral of gags and nausea, a truly disgusting presence. His attention then shifted towards Hideo.

"Hey. Make sure you let everyone at that meeting know this; I welcome people into this room and their messenger was not welcomed. I don't give a damn who sent the messenger or why, unless it's the Reiō himself, no one will be forgiven for intruding on my dinner party."

As soon as he finished speaking, his presence diminished, and then disappeared back into the void, his attention diverted back towards the guests who were staying. His expression conveyed his distaste quite clearly, but he had meals to dish out for others. With the desires of the newcomers in mind, once more he stepped out of view and into the kitchen. Only a couple of minutes later, Toru was back in the dining area, the requests in tow and his sullen expression replaced with his usual smirk. The same unusual footwork of his guided him to each of the newcomers, one by one, in the order they had placed their requests. Suzume was first.

His head craned over the small Fēng as both arms reached around placed the individual pieces before her.
"Fugusashi, with the usual ponzu sauce, you didn't specify any other way so here's the most common one!" Alongside the beautifully displayed Fugusashi sat a cup of hot sake, although within it there was a little curiosity and next to that, what looked like a few thin slices of a grainy cake. "Honestly, that's three of you now who have asked for somethin' I can't really mess with all that much, but here you are! Tha's Fin Sake, it should have a pretty smoky, rich and savoury umami to it! The next article isn't a cake, even if it looks like it. It'll sound a little nasty, and risky, but! Pickled Fugu ovaries. A bit salty but it's got a pretty unique taste to it! Also, thank you for the gift, I'm unsure what I'll do with your special little vials, but I'll figure it out." Away he slid, onto the next, Ishiko Mori.

With his chin almost resting atop her shoulder, a single lanky arm snaked its way around the opposite side, almost as if to go for a hug, then the tapping of two bowls and a cup could be heard on the table before her,
"As requested, the Gyudon and your Matcha tea of course! Aside from that, there's somethin' fairly similar but with a little twist." Alongside the usual Gyudon, was a bowl that seemed to hide something beneath a cover of golden crust. "That's rice with a nice golden fried crust on top to a little crunch to it, beneath that sits your usual Gyudon beef, simple but a wonderful combination, I think." As he slipped away to the final guest, a soft whiff of a delicately cheesy scent reached his nose from that rice topped bowl, a surprise he hadn't mentioned.

Finally Kaoru was up. "You, you didn't choose a meal! But such is fate, you'll get your sweets and a little more." He spoke to Kaoru with his face almost in front of theirs as their piping hot green tea was placed before them and two long platters, each adorned with an assortment of what seemed more like art pieces than food. "The first platter is the usual, what you asked for. The second is more of a quick fix to an answer I didn't have yet! I didn't wanna mess with 'em too much so, the flavours will be pretty light. The first, yokan base with a drizzle of freshly squeeze grapefruit juice and a little sugar. The second, nerikiri base, ever so slightly glazed with some toasted sesame oil. The third, simple, but, gyuhi base with a very light milk chocolate and almond whipped cream dollop atop it." With that, he had served everyone and he slipped away, gathering up the remaining menus delicately and returning them to the kitchen in much the same manner as before.

With such a bountiful gathering of individuals and the fruits of his labour set out before them, now more than ever, it was clear how overjoyed Toru was with the progression of the dinner. Each soul before him bore their own unique qualities and quirks, and at the top of the room the ecstatic social freak could be seen examining everyone eagerly. His smile now was almost literally stretching from ear to ear. Now it was time to answer Rokka.

"Now, before we were so rudely interrupted by the entitled Shihōin, dear Rokka here asked an oh so interesting question! How does everyone feel about the new Captain Commander?"

Toru briefly paused, glancing over the guests once more, then before anyone else could slip in to answer, he eagerly put his thoughts out into the world for all to hear.

"Personally, I think his intentions are quite good. That being said, I think he's hasn't shown the ability to act on those intentions. He wants to make sure we're all prepared for a war at any time. He wants to strengthen the 13 Court Guards."

Again his voice pauses, letting people digest what he's said, after few moments had passed, a hand reaches up and adjusts his glasses, his expression fading from a smile to an intense glare of judgement. It was not directed at anyone in the room, but the subjects of his judgement would be made clear.

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"If those are his intentions, why is it that my dear Lieutenant, who was presumed dead kept his title and no one replaced him? Why is it that he allows the returned Lieutenant to remain within Hueco Mundo without any worthwhile results? Sure, the Lieutenant has set up many layered back up plans, but who will keep the division level headed in times of need? There are no other seated members. There is no strength in a division where the blind guide the blind."

A long sigh ends his complaints and his glare fades into a familiar wide and toothy smile.

"But of course, I can't speak for all divisions, perhaps his plan is going wonderfully elsewhere. Please share your thoughts!"

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His ebony fingers supported the weight of his face as it ever so slightly leaned forward, awaiting her response. Golden eyes lit the dimly lit office, like alley cats lurking in the twilight. His eyes narrowed like a European street, except instead of anger—she turned to him while in deep thought. While she wore it well, the wounds of command suited her, and also evidently grated on her very soul and clearly consumed her very being, even contorting her understanding of her sense of self. But she held on, and she held it tight with a death-like grip. One befitting of her rank and station.
“Hideo reacts to everything as if life is a game. He hides behind charm. Pretends responsibility is a coat he can shrug on and off as it suits him. Once, that did not matter. Now it does.”

This answer didn’t surprise him. The two of them had been arguing like cats and dogs since the day she was born.

The relationship between the three cousins was always an odd one at best. Although Yūichirō often spent time in his younger days around Hideo, he could never call them close nor could he say that he ever really looked to rely on him for anything. He was always fanciful, if not dutiful to the eyes of his family and peers alike, but he however held a certain kind of darkness that the commander's mother once said would land him into water that he could not escape from. The commander wondered if that day was today. As they grew up, they became more distant as adults do, their attention taken away by personal goals, missions, duties and other forms of engagements that would otherwise keep the two occupied and apart. It wasn’t until Yūgure was born that Hideo became more interested in clan affairs and operations. Seeing him at meetings, family gatherings and other commonplace settings nobles would interact with one another. He never saw much potential in him as a patriarch but certainly thought of him highly enough to join the inner council as an advisor, much like himself. Recent actions however would place that thought on pause until the two siblings—more so the matriarch—reached an amiable solution. He was confident that she would guide them to one.

He watched her glide across the hardwood, lacquered floors as she approached his desk once more. Her posture was firm and her eyes set upon his own. It would appear as though the matriarch had something to get off of her chest.

“I do not agree with how you stripped Taro Date of his position at the Academy.” she said very clearly, and concisely. He stared directly back at her without his posture moving a single frame, and let her continue. “I understand your reasoning. Truly, I do. I don’t agree with the Date’s…brutality in his way of handling things. And I know you had good intentions. But intention is not what the Gotei sees. Action is. Ever since you stepped into command you have made changes, some for good. But all people are seeing is you throwing around orders. You should have issued a warning first. Something formal. Something recorded. This will not look too great for a lot of people. And all it did was set the Date off. You are the Captain Commander now. Every step you take is dissected. Every decision you make reflects on the Gotei. And it reflects on me. I cannot allow anyone to think the Shihōin have returned to power only to go and do what our ancestors did before us.” she said. Her golden globes making contact with his own. The room was devoid of any form of reiatsu, but the tension in itself was palpable and could nearly be tasted.
“I am not afraid of you,” she said plainly.
“Good. You’d be no use to me if you were.” he replied back with a similar tone.
“Nor will I bite my tongue when I believe your bluntness endangers more than it protects. I will support you. Only when you are doing right by the Gotei and the Shihōin. I will not let people think that the Shihōin rise only to dominate.” she finished with a tactful breath. Turning away from him, taking a slight moment to eye the doors of his office. “We must tread carefully, brother. You with the weight of command. Me with my new sense of command as well. If either of us falters… if any of us get too caught up in the titles we possess..” Her gaze hardened. “We both fall.”

He waited a second before responding. He wasn’t shocked, displeased or even angry with the way she spoke to him. He knew it came from the best place possible. He never doubted the love they shared as siblings and he wasn’t about to start today. She still trusted him to make the right decisions, and he needed to trust her to let him know when those decisions may have been incorrect. He never intended to take her words to heart—but certainly placed them under strict advisement.
“I understand, Lady Shihōin.” was all he said.

His gaze never faltered from her own, nor his fingers becoming unsupporting of his head. There was nothing else for him to do, but comply.

Seconds before the door had opened, he looked past her ever so slightly towards the door handle moments before it would be tilted downward. It seemed that the guest of ‘honor’ had arrived.

“He’s here.”

The doors then flung open as Hideo sauntered into the office. He walked in rather calmly, observing the vast area of the Firsts barracks before settling his eyes on his cousins. His silver hair was as long as he remembered it, and naturally like the rest of the members of their family: his skin hadn’t aged a day.
“Captain Commander Shihōin, Captain Shihōin—My, my. What a lovely place for a family gathering, or a political ambush.” he said.

The commander’s posture still hadn’t moved. As if performing his best impression of a boulder, he remained silent and observed the man before him. He was relaxed, but appeared to be aware of what he was being summoned for, and assumed this meeting to be a political coup on his station. While he couldn’t confirm nor deny the truth behind the actions of his matriarch, he had to appear to act in lockstep with her and support her in the many responsibilities that had been thrust onto her shoulders. He simply nodded towards Hideo, and gave him no further acknowledgement.

Three Shihōin. Three Shinigami. Three Souls. One could only wonder, in this political climate, what could happen next.

Lady Shihōin naturally was the first to speak after giving a scathing glare towards Hideo.
“Seems you are as joyous as ever, cousin,” she posed.

As she stepped forward, looking to begin holding court amongst her family, the commander—merely acting as an agent and overseer to the events about to take place had some unbiased words to share to his loving family.
“Before anyone says a word: I suggest we do this traditionally. Although he aren’t on our ancestral grounds, we will use our family conduct when performing this impromptu gathering, as Hideo put it. We will only conduct ourselves properly and with tact.” He looked directly at Hideo when he spoke the last four words of that sentence, as if speaking to him directly. “As usual, I will sit in for the rest of the council and bear witness and offer insight if necessary. When the matriarch is ready, we can commence.” he said unbiasedly.

He then looked to his sister, waiting for her to begin.
“I called you here because your actions must be corrected before they are used as weapons against us. After today, I realized that I can’t allow what happened ten years ago to go by without addressing it. I’ll get straight to the point, Ten years ago you learned that a member of our clan had stolen a Kidō scroll from the Eighth. An act serious enough to stain our name again. Something that required oversight.” her visage steeled before she continued on. “And instead of taking it to an elder immediately, you handled the affair alone. You know how dire the situation was for our clan and you still didn’t take it to anyone.” she said, her voice slowly growing colder and colder by the second as each word spoken was clearly aggravating her further. “Instead you investigated it in secret. Quietly. For your own ego.”
Stepping forward closer towards him. She met him nearly on eye level, direct as her gaze was unavoidable.
“And you put our family at risk.” she finalized. Allowing that sentence to hang some moments, she began again.
“If you want to handle matters alone, you may. But you will not do so if you wish to remain as a Shihōin.”
"She's good at this..." he thought. The commander staring as the ordeal played itself out. He had little need to offer any word towards the situation at hand. He was curious to see what punishment she would land on, as even he knows that it would need to best fit the crime performed.
“You will not keep secrets that jeopardize this clan. If anything is out of place, you are to report it. Immediately. I do not care how capable you believe you are. I do not care about your foolish pride.” declaring with authority. Her posture straightened and her voice matching that disposition.
“We are being watched. Our dear Commander has set off Taro Date today so eyes will be on us more than ever and I refuse to let your carelessness be the spark that ignites more trouble to our name. I hope my words make sense to you, cousin? The no keeping secrets starts now, give me more details on how Sumire Shihōin came to realize what your brother was up to? Why didn’t they report this and only tell you of the matter? Your brother may be in custody, and you might think that it’s handled but it's not until I hear more about how Sumire came to this information, from both you and her.”

"Our dear Commander..." he thought. Clearly still disapproving of his earlier decision to sack the Date captain. He lightly rolled his eyes and allowed the moment to pass without incident without any other change in his posture. He would need to learn to get used to scrutiny in the face of others who don't understand his methods or goals. All will eventually reveal itself in time. He waited on Hideo's response as he didn't have anything personally to add to the matter. Yūgure handled the judgement like a seasoned clansmen, and all that was left was Hideo's potential rebuttal.

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Kagi watched Nairaishi’s final thrust settle in the air, the blade held with a steadiness that did not belong to the man he once knew. The control was real. The discipline was real. The clarity was real. Yet beneath all of it he sensed something unfinished, something waiting to be broken open. He felt it the way a seasoned warrior feels the faint shift in wind before a storm. A quiet thought rose in him, steady and unhurried.​




“You rebuilt yourself. Good. Now let me see if it holds.”


He moved.


The space between them vanished as if it had never existed. There was no warning, no rise in pressure, no visible preparation. One moment he stood before Nairaishi, the next he was already inside the range Nairaishi had used for his opening strike. His blade rose in a clean upward sweep that would have cut through the descending arc Nairaishi had shown him, the motion so precise it felt like he was tracing a line he had known for years. He stepped through the aftermath of that imagined clash and entered the angle Nairaishi had used to pivot past his flank. His blade cut across the space where the horizontal strike would have formed, the edge stopping just short of the point where momentum would have gathered. He did not need to land the blow. The placement alone revealed that he had already dismantled the intention behind it.


He continued forward.


The fractured displacement Nairaishi had used earlier unfolded again in Kagi’s mind, each trajectory clear, each false path already dismissed. He moved into the true line before the thought could fully form, his blade passing through the space where Nairaishi had reappeared behind his right side. The arc halted at the exact point where the shallow cut toward his arm would have begun. He did not parry. He simply occupied the moment with absolute certainty. He advanced without pause. Nairaishi’s rhythm of opening and closing distance had been clean, but Kagi erased it with a single step that collapsed every transition. He entered the space Nairaishi had used to attack from the left, the low angle meant to compress the guard, the upward reversal meant to reclaim initiative. His blade rose through the centerline, a vertical line that would have cut through both motions before they could unfold. He felt the pattern unravel beneath his feet.


He kept moving.


The diagonal approach Nairaishi had used to test timing was met with a counter that carried no hesitation. Kagi stepped into the diagonal line with a movement so tight the air seemed to fold around him. His blade passed through the space where Nairaishi’s structure would have been most vulnerable, stopping with a precision that left no doubt about the outcome had he chosen to continue.


He did not slow.


The final thrust Nairaishi had delivered with such control was answered with a thrust of Kagi’s own. He crossed the remaining distance with a silence that felt unnatural, the point of his blade stopping a breath from Nairaishi’s sternum. The control was absolute. The intent was unmistakable. This was not a test. This was not a lesson. This was pressure meant to crush hesitation, pressure meant to strip away restraint, pressure meant to force instinct to the surface.


He stepped back only enough to breathe.


He saw the steadiness in Nairaishi’s posture. He saw the clarity in his eyes. He saw the discipline carved into every movement. And he saw the gap. The gap between someone who had rebuilt himself and someone who had already been tempered by battles that did not allow time to think. He respected the progress. He acknowledged the growth. But he also recognized the truth. That truth is the fact Nairaishi is showing what he had become. Kagi is going to show what he had always been. And Nairaishi is unaware that he will be shaped in something else, if it takes breaking him down more to get there then it will be so. If takes nearly killing him, then it will be so. This entire session is to see if he has the determination to obtain what awaits him.​


His voice carried through the stillness, calm and unyielding.
“If you want to survive me, you will have to try to kill me. If you want more, you will have to try to kill me. Strike me down like a enemy. Show me your resolve.


He lowered his blade a fraction, not as invitation, but as demand.
“Again.”
 
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