Central Seireitei

[Kasu Shinka]

Before the company, a lone messenger kneels before the bulk of Central 46. Faces remained covered as they always have, but behind each and every veil is heir eyes look on like daggers. Stillness, and silence until the messenger is commanded to speak.

“ Stand and speak.”

A booming and commanding voice sounds from no immediate location. No way to discern who to address once the messenger stood up, but even so, the individual is granted permission.

“ I hold a message from Captain Kasu Shinka of Squad 13. She has requested the immediate removal of Keniro Senko from Division 13 and also his arrest on the grounds of insubordination and abandonment of post during the Karakura and Naruki city invasion.”

Loud and clear, the messenger spoke in a way that no word would be missed. He is heard, yet silence from Central 46 persists. With no need to deliberate, both offenses holding weight in it of themselves, but the fact that it occurred during time where the members of Squad 13 and Squad 10 are needed, this was not something they could let pass.

“ Very well. Keniro Senko is hereby stripped of his rank and position in Squad 13. Deliver orders to Squad 2 to apprehend this individual and conduct an interrogation on his whereabouts.

Inform Captain Senko that he is to report any information that he receives directly to us and we will allow him to deliver an appropriate punishment to his younger brother.

For his dedication and commitment to the Gotei 13, we will grant him that much.

You are dismissed…”

From the messenger an immediate bow is performed before departing to the Second Division. With his arrival to the barracks, the messenger would be delivered promptly in a sealed envelope, with the insignia of Central 46. Given to Captain Senko’s subordinates, it is now in the hands of Squad Two to deliver justice.

 

[GhoulBunny]

Tensions were high across the Seireitei—of that, there was no doubt. With reports of Arrancars seen in the World of the Living and battlefields still hot with blood, the Gotei 13 found itself on the edge of a blade, ready to sever or be severed. But nowhere did the unease stir more deeply than within the walls of the Shihōin household.


Even among nobility, their name had carried weight—and with it, heavy expectation. But lately, that weight had started to show cracks in its foundations. Whispers echoed through the household corridors like ghosts—disagreements behind closed doors, discontented glances shared in passing, and too many conversations that ceased when footsteps approached. Internally, the clan remained divided, splintered not only by the past but by the uncertainty of what direction to take in the chaos the Soul Society now faced.



In the manor’s depths—far below the polished stone courtyards. Below the families sealed library in which Hideo Shihōin sat studying vigorously—sat a chamber few had cause or permission to enter. Its entrance: two towering doors carved from blackwood, adorned with a blazing crest of the Shihōin—a lion’s head cast in gold, eyes forever watching. These were not merely ceremonial. These doors marked a sanctum of legacy, one that contained the most sacred of clan artifacts and records, untouched by sunlight for generations.


And yet…


The doors were open. Just slightly, a person barely able to fit. The smallest sliver of darkness parted down the middle, enough to cast a faint breeze into the corridor beyond. A breeze that carried with it the scent of dust and aged parchment. No one stood near. No servant passed by. No guards seemed alerted, indicating they had seen who entered—or if they even had, they had not spoken of it.


Then, just as silently, the doors shut.


The ancient groan of heavy hinges echoed like a sigh in a tomb, the golden crest thudding together as the seal clicked into place. Whoever had been inside was gone now—or perhaps still hidden deeper within. There was no sign of intrusion. No lock broken. No barrier breached.


Everything appeared in its rightful place: the Ryūkotsujō gleamed behind reinforced glass, the experimental cloaking artifact Tentōken folded in pristine condition atop its stand. The famed Shihōin Shield, too, rested untouched, its surface polished, catching the flicker of low lanterns.

But if one looked closely…


One shelf stood dustier than the rest. Not for lack of care, but because something had been moved. A box—no larger than a captain’s report binder—had once sat there. Its absence was betrayed by the clean, rectangular void left behind in the layer of dust, and the faint imprint of where its weight had pressed into the aged wood. The box itself was gone.


No log recorded its removal.


No notice had been made.

And no one—yet—knew what had been taken, by whom… or why.​

 

[Inkmasterru]

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Sweat rolling down the face of Akemi as she helps a injured Shinigami through the Senkaimon. Ten days, ten days she and the 4th division have been up to their ear with patients. To this day, they were still finding survivors on the cusp of death. Many were still lost, many were saved and many more died in her very hands. Their limbs growing cold in an instant as life left their bodies. Exhausted she handed over the injured to two of her squad members. Before like a new born fawn, struggling to turn to head back through the gates.

"Miss Akemi, you have done enough. Please rest, we will handle the rest from here."

Shaking at the knees, she struck at her legs lightly to beat the fatigue out. Before reaching in her bag and retrieving a Stamina pill to swallow it whole. Yet one the medics reached out and covered her hand, lowering it away from her mouth. She didn't resist, but gave a tired gaze towards her colleagues.

"I'm... I'm ok, I can't stop. There is still... still people out there, I can't stop."

Her fingers loosened as the stamina pill transferred over to her squad member. Then she shambled towards the gate, before finally her legs giving out. Her hair was matted and bloody, her sleeves rolled up, but the uniform stained and worn down. Her fingers trembling, covered in bruises, calloused, tips worn to the point of blood. When was the last time she rested, slept or eat a proper meal, one couldn't say.

Maybe they were right, she was no use in the sorry state that she was. Tiredly she nodded and another member got under her shoulder. The Injured was rushed off immediately to the 4th barracks, while Akemi took her time.

"Thank you, miss Akemi. After all how can you help others, if you need help yourself? It's not worth it if you neglect your health and waste away. Let's get you a warm meal and to bed, perhaps a bath as well."

Once more she nodded as she was carried by the member to the barracks. Her thoughts still in work mode, unable to switch off. As she thought about all those still out there... if they were still out there. As her thoughts drifted, she thought of the patients that overflowed at the barracks. Some buildings besides the medic bays being used as emergency rooms, since room has long run out. Then once more her thoughts drifted to her brother...

THAT IDIOT...

Yes... the idiot that she was very much worried for. She hated how irrational she always acted around him, not able to outgrow the position of younger sibling in their relationship. She was supposed to be a professional, but around him... Obvious to say she did get heavily scolded by Lady Kokuren. Lucky her efforts and deligance to the division allowed it to only be a slap on the wrist. Instructed to once again to be tested and taught the fundementals of Kaido and reiatsu as punishment. As well as to keep far away from the patient due to their close relationship and how it affected her.

She took the order, but remained frusterated for the rest of that day. Yet now... she was extremely concerned for him. When he awoke, his reiatsu has changed. To other who only briefly knew the lieutenant, thought a minor shift. Yet to someone who knew him for decades... it was if sensing a completely different person. For ten days she waited for him to explain himself, but he has been distant.

Only catching glimpses of him in the ruins of Naruki, but before she could reach him, he would use shunpo and vanish without a trace. She couldn't track or sense him and it scared her. She... was scared of her brother as much as she was scared for him. What has awoken was not her brother... so... who was currently in control?
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SENKAIMON -> 4TH DIVISION​

 

[TherosAestas]

Arriving from Southeast Seireitei

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As the Daireishokairō appeared around them, Tomi’s whole being tensed up. This was a place no Yume ever dared dream of stepping foot in and yet here she was. Her mind raced with thoughts of all the knowledge that was stored around her. While she was in rapt awe of her surroundings, she hadn’t even noticed that Elk had deployed several small drones to interfere with any devices monitoring the goings on the grand repository. It wasn’t until the veil was lifted from around her and the scientist that she turned her attention back to him.

“I almost feel like a kid again, on the verge of getting in trouble again. Though I wanted to know if they had any information on them…”

His words brought a smile to Tomi’s lips as she imagined the wild, young Elk he once was, well before meeting her. Before she could dwell on her thoughts too long, the sound of the scientist’s frantic typing filled the space around them and both her and Elk’s attention snapped to her. Watching as windows opened and closed rapidly on the console, a sour expression danced across her face for the briefest of moments.

As Elk moved on to the second console, she peered over his shoulder, taking in each letter he typed.

H-O-

Her hands balled into fists, her nails piercing into her palms in an act of soothing herself. My darling, it’s okay. You knew deep down this was what this was all about.

S-H-I

She released her fists, only peering down at the small punctures on her palms before turning her attention back to the screen. Elk appeared fixated on a singular line, but as he walked off to find the information he sought out, Tomi noticed a line that maybe even he would have overlooked.

F. Hoshi: Section 404, Row 6

Tomi spared the scientist one last glance before slipping away, following the shelves until she found section 404. Her lilac gaze slowly drifted to an old worn journal wedged between two leather-bound tomes. Her hand froze just in front of it. This long forgotten journal was the last traces of the future she’d long dreamt of for herself. Inhaling sharply, Tomi pulled the journal from its place and flipped the cover open.

The pages were heavily redacted, but the little information Tomi could glean from them was enough to convince her of something she’d suspected all along. Her fingers gingerly flipped the pages as she mindlessly strolled toward where Elk was examining a book of his own. As she flipped to the final page, her breathing caught in her throat. A whole family tree was meticulously drawn out, documenting every soul born into the Hoshi family, and even those married in. Most names and portraits were worn, penned centuries ago, but two were fresher than the rest. The husband of the final head of the Hoshi family was scribbled in blue ink, connected to her with a line, while in red ink, untethered was Tomi Yume.

Spoiler: Hoshi Journal

Research Log: Entry #1

F.H., 12th Division

Initial examinations confirm an unprecedented spiritual anomaly consistently manifesting within the Hoshi bloodline. Each individual studied exhibits not one, but two distinct spiritual signatures coexisting within a single physical vessel. This anomaly is congenital, originating well before birth, though exact timing remains uncertain.
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Research Log: Entry #4

F.H., 12th Division

The anomaly’s cause now appears clear: Each afflicted individual was initially conceived as twins. During early stages of development, one twin absorbs the other, yet the second soul persists. Forced into coexistence, these two souls continuously vie for control. Manifested symptoms closely resemble bipolar disorder, causing family members to misdiagnose their condition as a mental illness rather than acknowledge the grim spiritual reality.
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Personal Annotation:

Family elders dismiss these findings, stubbornly preferring ignorance. They fear the stigma of admitting our secret. Such denial will only perpetuate needless suffering. If none will face this truth, I alone will bear the burden.
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Research Log: Entry #17

F.H., 12th Division

Experimental attempts to isolate or neutralize the second soul have yielded an unexpected result: artificially crafted souls, provisionally named “Mod Souls.” Though initially unintended, these constructs may yet illuminate a path to safely separate or stabilize the conflicting entities. Further experimentation required before drawing conclusions.
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Research Log: Entry #23 (Heavily redacted)

F.H., 12th Division

Significant advancement achieved, yet at considerable risk. Fusion of the two conflicting souls into one stable entity may indeed be possible. However, the process is dangerously unstable and carries a high potential for spiritual collapse or complete obliteration. Success could elevate spiritual capacity beyond conventional limits. If perfected, this could eradicate our lineage's curse.
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Personal Annotation: (Partially redacted)

Fear grips me. The soul within grows restless, resistant. Yet, retreat is no longer an option. I must push forward, despite the peril.
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Research Log: Final Entry (Missing or heavily redacted)

F.H., [Rank Redacted]

Fusion complete. No longer am I split between two identities. My other half and I have merged seamlessly, unified in strength. I am no longer merely F.H.; I am [Redacted].

[Several lines of text intentionally destroyed or redacted.]

This knowledge, however powerful, poses immense danger should it fall into unworthy hands. For that reason, I leave only fragments behind. May my descendants learn carefully from what remains.

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[Elk]

His eyes lingered on the words, drifting up and down over the kanji. One hand rose to cup his chin as his head tilted to the side. A soft exhale followed. His head shook for a moment.

“Hirotaka Shihōin? Who the hell are you? Did you do something so shameful that you got written out of history?”

His fingers pressed along the edge of the paper and turned it over—only to find the page stained black. Whatever had once been written there was either missing or rendered illegible, the few words that remained offering little of value. His gaze lingered on the torn edges—clean enough to suggest haste, but not carelessness.

The next few pages detailed events his grandfather remembered fondly. A slow exhale escaped him as he set the book down, eyes lifting back up to the servant. Hideo raised a hand, fingers curling, and the servant stepped closer—until Hideo leaned in and murmured something into the man’s ear.

“I’ve already stayed here for too long. It’s far too easy for someone to keep their eyes on me here.”

“Make sure no one follows you. I’m headed out.”

A nod came from the servant. Light taps followed, then a wooden hiss as the door slid open, a faint breeze slipping into the room. A soft pop echoed behind him. When he turned, he was greeted by the sight of stacked books, scattered scrolls—and an empty chair.

A soft pop echoed in the dining hall. Another followed in the guest room, the tokonoma, the hiroma, the tea room. With each step, Hideo left behind a thin strip of white paper.

To the untrained eye, it appeared as if he were everywhere at once.

But for those watching from the rafters, behind the screens, and beneath the floorboards—the truth was clearer. They could see the pattern. Each movement left behind a decoy, a flicker of reiatsu residue along with a strip of paper. His presence flared, shifted, then vanished.

By the time they pieced it together, Hideo was already gone from the Shihōin manor.

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------ To the unknown!----

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[KagiSenkō]

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"Expecting me were you?"

The voice spoken was the only sound present upon arriving. It shouldn't have startled the young woman, for Fuyuko should have known that Kagi would have arrived at some point. That could explain the two empty cups she had at the ready, resting on the rectangular table. Fuyuko didn't have much going on, so she would most likely have waited longer if necessary. Ever since the C46 practically overused their authority to claim themselves as commanders of the Seireitei.

Although Kagi made a detour to arrive in Division 1, surely Fuyuko's assumption would be about the mission that took place ten days ago. The little bird would be correct, but not to scold her about the mission or lend an ear for her to vent about the evaluation Lt. Kuchiki had written on her post-mission. The Captain of Squad Two had another objective and why he arrived here, while it is related to the issues but not entirely.

The Silent Flash removed his straw hat, hanging it on a nearby hook against the wall. The sheath that holds his zanpakuto had been removed from the sash to rest against the table. He sat down, staring at the woman blankly and being hard to read from his body motion and facial expressions. She couldn't tell his intentions at all, yet she wouldn't feel any animosity or evil intentions. It was just...stillness.

"I see you are preparing tea. It has been a long time since I had tea," Kagi added, whipping out an apple from inside his coat and taking the first bite of the red fruit.




Crunch






Crunch

All the Head Lt could hear was the sound of Kagi chewing on an apple so nonchalantly.

"I Won ways yur ime." Kagi tried speaking while chewing with a mouth full of apples. Realizing this, Kagi took a small gulp of what he had before trying to talk again.


"Let's try that again," Kagi said softly with a smile.

"I won't waste your time here. Due to recent events, I am sure you have so much to say about my Lt. But we will save that for that conversation for later. I stopped by to see how you feel about rejoining the Second Division. I have acquired the Stealth Force, and given your history as a former Onmitsukido, I could use you as part of a new regime of Division 2 where you can better serve your skills than cooped up in Division 1, doing reports all day."

Kagi paused to allow his proposition to sink into her thoughts. But if she tried to speak, the Captain would speak before she could say anything.

"I do not know why you left the Stealth Force. But I do not honestly care why you left, so you do not need to share. I am asking because you and my Lt. have a particular way that you can help make each other better. You both do not see it, but I have trained you both. That mission wasn't something I needed both of you to do. Instead, it was a test in which I wanted to see how you both were fair in the field together. Given how the mission went, successful, yes, but both of your actions could have put the mission at greater risk. Being as it may, with you both in the same division, you both will and can balance each other out if you worry about your demoting to a lower rank. Do not, for I have already given that a thought. I will appoint you as a lieutenant only if you accept the offer to join. You will also be given a new job title and the rank of Lieutenant. Though if you need time to think about it, you know where to find me."

Kagi spoke his piece to Fuyuko and gave her the chance to transfer to Division 2. Now, the choice is up to her, whether now or later. There was no time frame for when Kagi needed an answer. But Kagi could not stay long for he had other places that required his attention.

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[Elk]

His head loomed over the report, forcing his hair to dangle. His once vibrant heterochromatic eyes now seemed to be a shadow of their former selves. A heartbeat-like pulse stirred in his pocket. With each passing second, his breathing slowed, his free hand pressing against the shelf.

Then, with a sudden pull, the world began to shift.
The ground beneath his feet was no longer concrete—but a field of white lilacs, lilies, and flannel flowers. The red moon hovered overhead, casting a dull glow over the white flowers below. Slowly, he turned.
What he saw caused his eyes to narrow.

There she sat—Fuhai No Megami.



Where she always was—on top of the hill, seated in her chair before the tree. Her legs crossed, chin resting on her knuckles, as she ‘looked’ at Elk.

“SO. You’ve finally found their obituary?”

He remained silent, gaze lifting toward her. Her voice was honey-thick with mockery.

“Written in bureaucracy and silence. A fitting end, don’t you think?”

A small chuckle slipped from her lips as she slowly rose from her chair and began walking down the hill.

Each step landed with a metallic clang, and with every one, the field around her began to rot.

Elk remained silent. His head lowered with each echoing step, eyes closing as his hand curled inward—nails digging into skin, knuckles whitening.

“The mighty Soul Society—keepers of balance, slayers of evil—afraid of a few blades with too much soul in them. You shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve known this truth since the ash touched your hands.”

Her arms rose. One golden hand, cold and smooth, cupped his cheek. The other tilted his chin upward—slow, deliberate.

“But what will you do, Elk? Throw your rage into a forge and hope a miracle comes out? Or will you finally act like something more than a scared boy with a soul too stubborn to shatter?”

His eyes opened as he attempted to shift away from her ‘gaze’. As his hand raised, a knee slammed into his gut, stealing his breath and dragging bile to the back of his throat.

“You have the Hōgyoku. A miracle no longer needs a maker—it only needs a purpose. And now…”

“Now you have one. But do not lie to yourself, Elk.”

Her hand lowered over his chest, her finger just above his heart. Without touching, she began to circle it, before leaning into his ear.

“This isn’t about revenge. This is about rebirth. Not for them... but for you.”

“Do not waste this on theatrics or martyrdom. You are not here to weep for graves. You are here to rot the roots of a world that pretends it's unbreakable.”

She turned to look up at the moon as she began her ascension once more.

“The moon is red. The flowers are already wilting. If you’re going to decay—then decay into something beautiful.”

His body lurched forward as his breath slowly returned to him. Then his upper half began to rise as he looked at her ascension and then at the red moon, noting that it seemed to have drawn itself closer.

Then, in a snap, he found himself standing in the library once more, his head turning to look over at Tomi.

He was unsure of how she felt about what she had read—unsure of what she even read—but her expression said enough for him. One hand reached down into his pocket, touching a smooth glass surface.

“I’m getting out of here… I’m sure you want out as well, Tomi…”

“We’ll leave her to her own devices.”

His hand slid the report aside. In the same motion, white cloth shot out from his sleeve, swirling around both him and Tomi—until the light flashed and faded as fast as it came, leaving only an empty hall.​

 

[TherosAestas]

Red ink smeared down the page as a single tear splashed across the parchment. Shaking fingers traced name after name until they reached one that almost hurt to touch. Elk. Signy. Risa. Vali. Ryuji. Mei. Ryo. A breath caught in Tomi’s throat as she traced her would-be-husband’s name. Though she had mindlessly drifted over toward Elk, she now turned her attention to the scientist. Snatching a pen out of the woman’s lab coat, she etched in the line connecting her and Ryo. They were practically already married when the Seireitei stole him away from her. Returning the pen to its place, she snapped the book closed.

Ash and cinders swirled through the air as Tomi looked up from the book, the cold, calculated repository now replaced with the still smoldering ruins of the Hoshi compound. She didn’t need to imagine the smell, it was something that’s stuck with her ever since the day it happened. Tomi took tentative steps and yet the crunch of charred knick-knacks and brittle bones filled her ears as smoke clogged her lungs.

Figments of her memory flitted along the edges of her vision until she reached the epicenter of the wreckage. A translucent Elk tore through rubble daring to hope that maybe she still clung to life, but that’s not where Tomi’s eyes were trained. Just past him, a girl hunched over a body sobbed. Too young. Too naive. Too trusting! These memories were lost long ago.

No.

Not lost.

Locked away, too painful to relive.

Approaching slowly, Tomi took in every detail. The way her tears left tracks in the ash and soot on his face. The dingy hue of his once beautifully blonde hair. Kneeling before the sundered lovers, she took his hand in hers as the world around them shifted once more to a grand room decorated impeccably. Tsukuyomi slipped his arm around her waist, sweeping her away in a grand dance of life and death.

What will you do now that you remember, my darling?

Their eyes gazed into each others’. ”I’ll dance with these beautiful ghosts.” Ephemeral echoes of what once was waltzed around them. She had to embrace her past, everything she’d been through. Otherwise she would only be holding herself back. Tsukuyomi’s lips stretched into a relieved smile.

We shall dance with these beautiful ghosts, together.

As Tsukuyomi spun her around, the repository returned. Her hand quickly whisked away the tears staining her cheeks. As she did, Elk turned to her. Clearly he’d been grappling with his own demons as she faced her ghosts. Her eyes flicked down to the subtle movement of his hand in his pocket. She didn’t know what was in there, but she did know that if he hadn’t told her about it then it was for good reason.

“I’m getting out of here… I’m sure you want out as well, Tomi…”

“We’ll leave her to her own devices.”

She nodded only slightly, slipping the book back on the shelf before approaching Elk. ”Let’s go home, Brother.” She hooked her arm around his as the white cloth bundled them up. Just like that, they were gone once more.

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[StephDLegend]

After the conclusion of his break, the lieutenant got up. It was time to continue his interrogation of those two. The momentary respite they had may seem like mercy but in reality, it was just a part of the game.

Kinkō appeared where at the holding cells and approached. “Leave us.” He commanded to those who watched over the prisoners. This was of course to prevent them from feeling the effects of his spiritual pressure.

With them gone, Kinkō approached the cell of Fugi. “Last time I stood before you, you refused to cooperate.” His eyes made contact with the man. "I’m confident that this time will be different.”

The eye contact triggered a fear response in Fugi. Sweat dripped down his face as he suddenly felt hopelessly dehydrated. His skin felt hot as if he was surrounded by flames.

"I’m going to ask you a series of questions and you will answer. I won’t be repeating myself.” Kinkō spoke with a chilling calm. “Your partner, the one who tried to silence you, who are they?”

The old man gritted his teeth, doing his best to resist. Each second that passed made it harder to do so. It felt like the flames were rising, waiting to engulf him. All he could do is hang on to his stubbornness.

“I must say, your loyalty is commendable, even if it’s misplaced. To think you’d go so far to defend someone who sees you as a means to an end.” The young Kuchiki was amused. “Or maybe, it isn’t loyalty and you’re scared of what they will do to you. They're not the one you should be scared of." His glare got intense, as if staring into Fugi's soul, as if telling the man that the one he should fear was him. "As I stated, I won't be asking a 2nd time so you'd best answer my question."

“I…don’t know who they are! They’re always masked.”

“Yet you never tried to figure out? Why is that?” Kinkō asked in a steady voice.

"Well..." Fugi started, feeling all of his resistance fade away. He couldn't fight it any longer. He hoped that if he did what he was told, the flames wouldn't consume him and he'd be free from it. "The master didn't require it. All I needed to do was my part instead of worrying about who else is under the master's command."

"Hmmm." While it may not have sounded like much, it was a lot more information shared than Fugi thought. It meant that the old woman who was disguised as a masked old man wasn't the one in charge. That complicated things a lot more. "The master....do they have a name?" The frantic shaking of Fugi's head in the negative didn't surprise Kinkō too much. "Figures as much that you weren't trusted enough to be let in on such information. So tell me, why district 58?"

"Why not? The 58th district was in shambles after families and friends were murdered by a shinigami. So we figured we would take advantage of that.” The old man ran a hand through his hair.

"You'd target the very people who lost so much; who were in so much pain because it was easy to twist their anger. Then you tried to force me to kill you. That would have convinced everyone to go after the Seireitei like you wanted." Kinkō stepped closer. "But you failed. Who knows what effect your success would have had on all of the Rukon. Guess we won't ever find out. Thank you for answering my questions." The young Kuchiki turned away and concealed his spiritual pressure, stopping its effect on the captive.​

 

[Nobody]

With all that had happened before, there was an air of heaviness within the Seireitei. Many were concerned, while there still remained some still removed from the dangers that existed, content in their own respective duties, their own roles within the Seireitei. Death did not discriminate, War did not care for sex, gender, age, or specific jobs. It claimed all who were within its reach.

Within the Seireitei, a Garganta had opened within the Tenth Division already, and almost concurrently another opened within the heart of the Second Division. As it hovered in the air like some unholy blemish, many small little creatures with bird like masks began swarming out from within it. Behind them came a man of small stature, walking casually with a cane. The moment his coattail exited the Garganta closed behind him.
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"We made it! Oh my, so very very different from the barren deserts of Hueco Mundo, or even the cold palace of Las Noches!!"

Cazador exclaimed to his manufactured Fraccion, nearly squealing like a tourist. His voice certainly drew attention to them, if that hadn't been done already. He turned around, and attempted to compose himself as he gripped his jacket and gave it a little tug, lifting a hand after to ensure his hat sat properly on his head.

"Would any of you Ladies and Gents care for a spot of tea?"

He asked, light glaring off the lenses that covered his eyes. The man did not look imposing at all, nor was he emitting any alarming reiatsu, but from looks alone and what reiatsu one could feel he was without question, an Arrancar. What was an Arrancar doing here, in the Seireitei? Being in the heart of the Second Division, was this man a fool come to die, or was he more than what he appeared to be?