Northeast Seireitei

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So many words to be exchanged… Seireitei politics were always so long and drawn out, that despite having been told to keep an eye on Nagarashi, he had seemed to be just as disinterested, or half-listening, in the exchange between Taro and Kinko all the same. Sameko even takes the liberty to squat down, yet the hunger and clawing for violence seemed to be oozing from her body. However, her attention turns to Fuu who seems to be far too interested in the memory of a game she once played.

As Fuu explains to Sameko the mechanics of this game, the girl takes the metal bead into her hand and twirls it in between her fingers. Her emerald orbs stared at the little thing, imagining the type of back and forth between the other members in her squad. Perhaps this could be a sort of training exercise where it could hone their muscles and toughen their skin so they weren’t susceptible to such atrocious wounds like dismemberment or the likeness.

The back and forth continues to get egged on by her captain, who happens to look as if he’s having the time of his life relaying information that seemed true, but she knew nothing of; she hadn’t existed yet after all. As the discussion goes on, Nagarashi has plenty to say when Taro asks him of what his reaction would be should he learn this kind of information in Kinko’s place. There is a pause but a discussion too far from where she was idling to properly hear. Yet clearly whatever Nagarashi had said had earned Taro’s interest enough to call him anything other than cog, and hearing his name expunged only served to pique her curiosity more.

And then comes the sound of her name, and like a dog, she perks up, looking to Taro and seeing as he now registers Fuu standing alongside her as well, clearly enjoying the show. He walks closer and closer, the same aura of fox-like maliciousness he always had ever palpable that it could be cut with a butter knife. And then he leaves. And so do the others, and more, it is Fuu and Sameko, alone again.

Sameko turns to Fuu, putting the metal orb back in her hand and bowing her head in thanks for treatment and the new supply of ointments in which she picks up with gusto. From her pocket and with great sadness, Sameko parts away with a series of unpackaged and linty sweets that seemed to be at random. Since she wasn’t so good with her words, this was yet another one of the very few ways for her to express her thanks. With the new supplies in tow, the young girl bid her farewells and raced after her captain in quiet succession.

The “education” he speaks of is simply another roundabout meaning for training, or a beatdown. She couldn’t really tell the difference, but it was time well spent with her mentor.


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With the floor handed over to Kouei, his friend attempts to regale them with all he has compiled with that inquisitive mind of his. The very person they had done their best to contact and wait for had finally arrived, and as always had done so making quite the spectacle. With a heavy crash Danjūrō joins them, but he is not escorted nor does he come through the sealed doors. Instead he simply...appears, initially at the ceiling at first. Giving the manner of appearance, Gyōja could only assume this was done by way of Kidō. While all three friends were proficient in the Demon Arts Danjūrō was the most versatile of them. Still taken aback by the sudden unexpected manner of arrival Gyōja is silent. With tensions as high as they were right now, with all the secrecy in their actions and this very meeting those guarding this room reacted to a perceived threat. With blade to throat rather feeling threatened, the red maned giant simply carries on almost dismissively.

The guards along with the elders rise up, ready to take down the threat when they see Gyōja raise his hand signaling for them to stop. They all stare towards him, with the elders passing glances to one another before nodding their heads sitting back down quietly, stern eyes still fixed on Danjūrō, the Kuchiki shinobi returning to the shadows. With things more or less settled, the floor is returned to Kouei who makes use of the stage offered to him. Gyōja's eyes remain fixed on Kouei, hanging on every word. Unlike the others, he has some level of direction having perused the file offered to him by his friend on their journey here. He mentions the incident that took place nearly fifteen years ago, one that split the Seireitei in two and birthed three new vizards, one of which reigned as Captain of the Fourth Division. Ironically, while they sit here listening to the past, it is that same past that has now clawed its way to the present somewhere in the Central region of the Seireitei, unbeknownst to them.

Kouei continues on and makes mention of something foreign yet powerful. Gyōja is aware that there is nothing more dangerous or frightening than the unknown. Something so powerful and mysterious had to be some kind of relic as Kouei surmised, a thought that causes his eyes to shift towards Danjūrō. Could he know what this item was? He was in the Eighth division after all, and had come across and handled all sorts of relics. It is what Kouei says next though that causes the Kuchiki to tense up and clench his teeth.
"-perhaps what's even more concerning is that none of this, whatever is in the works, is possible without several co-conspirators. While these individuals may be absent, I am almost one-hundred percent sure that their accomplices work, train, and fight among us. I believe that none of the individuals in this dossier are deceased, but instead, are operating in the shadows, and are receiving consistent and accurate knowledge of what is happening here, now, in the Seireitei, in order to properly execute their future plans."

Kouei lets the files of his dossier slip out onto the table. Gyōja does not move, remaining frozen as he gazes intently towards his friend while the Elders each move to gather the files, scanning them to discover who these potential traitors were.
"No stone should be left unturned. The people closest to these individuals were and are high-ranking officers within our military, and are perhaps our only chance in prosecuting those who are guilty."

Gyōja closed his eyes. 'He has to be wrong...at least partially'. He told himself. He trusted Kouei unquestionably, and while he willed his friend's suspicions to be wrong, to be unfounded, he knew the likelihood of that was near non-existent. Kouei returns to the past, or rather a ghost of the past, mentioning Hachi Ikimaku, a man hailed as the Breaker of Chains. The current state of the noble houses would undoubtedly be appealing to him. He held little to no regard towards nobles, and with many of the great families weakened, and him perhaps stronger than before, now was an excellent time to strike. Public relations between Rukongai citizens and the noble families were hardly well off. If Hachi willed the people to move...they'd move.

"So-"

He takes a breath before speaking, digesting all that had been said.

"We know someone within the Kidō Corps was involved with whatever this...unknown relic is. That's a good place to go for some more answers and perhaps clarification. Unfortunately I don't have any friends there, and no pull."

Gyōja admits this openly, rather ignorantly believing that his lineage would open any doors over there for him.

"We also need to check for any suspicious movements in the Rukongai. And if its true there are...co-conspirators within our midst we should perhaps check Senkaimon recordings, see if there has been any suspicious movements. I also think a visit to the Twelfth Division could do us some good. So many things to do, so much ground to cover...all while being discreet until we can truly confirm anything."

He shifts his attention to their red headed friend. Typically used more for his brawn than anything, neither he or Kouei ever discounted the value or input Danjūrō could bring at times, regarding certain matters.

"What say you, Danjūrō?"
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Fuu watched the banter between the men, enthralled by the tense exchange. It was rare that she got to see such a juicy plot be thrown about like this—for free, nonetheless. That being said, the back and forth wasn't just a matter of amusement. She wondered about the validity of the Date's claims and if they were true, or even possibly true—why would the prospect of their validity be shrugged off so easily? Shouldn't they have asked more questions to prove the truth and expand on the potential reality of the matter? The worst-case scenario would be that they probe Taro, find that he is lying, and move on with a sound mind.

It didn't really matter to her, but she wondered. In either case, it was entertaining—certainly the most interesting thing the day could offer.

The medic gave a warm smile to Sameko periodically during the conversation, still happily eating the snacks she had stashed away. Given the amount of words thrown about, she was likely on her second or third treat. Her munching continued even as the souls decided to conclude their banter. The threatening gloom followed Taro with every stride. Closer and closer he neared towards her and Sameko. The aura of malice was likely palpable enough to choke most, but for some reason, Fuu just kept on doing her thing. The only change was that she took a step away to allow the intimidating Captain to retrieve his subordinate.

”Sameko, lets go. We’ll be- Oh, I forgot you were here, Cog.”

Fuu gave a quick nod to Taro as he acknowledged her. She contained a chuckle at his frequent usage of the word 'Cog'. It was rather humorous to her that it seemed to be the only real designation he had for people. Even in this short first observation, the word seemed to lose its meaning. Though she wouldn't verbalize that, her expression stayed the same as she remained magnetized to the crinkling bag in her hand.
”Another time and another day, Cog. The Seireitei is wound rather tightly today. No need to make anyone misinterpret a spar as anything more than that. Sameko, we’ll be heading back to our Barracks, we’ll be continuing your education.”

A spar? That could be fun for sure. She usually trained with her division mates, but it typically boiled down to a lesson rather than a proper spar. That being said, a fight with a Captain was a scary thought and yet... exciting. Certainly a lot more exciting than scary.

Fuu accepted the returned metal sphere from Sameko and mirrored her bow.

"See you later, Sameko-chan!" Fuu gave a gentle wave as a send off along with her remark.

With that all said and done, it was time to get back to business. Fuu hopped right to it, finding her way back quickly to the heart of the Fourth's medical endeavors. She first attended to the room that was previously in use for treating Sameko, cleaning and sterilizing it properly. As she wrapped up the maintenance, a familiar sensation swept through the area; it was the spiritual energy of Captain Ōhei. But why? It was then that the chirp of her Denreishinki rang out.

The relayed message:
“All divisions, be advised. Captain Itaku has entered a Hollowfied state. Captain Kagi has engaged. Maintain distance from Outer Perimeter—Grid Seven, Sector Four, and proceed with caution. Captain Kagi is working to maintain containment and assess the remaining consciousness within Captain Itaku. If you arrive on scene, do not engage with aggression unless Captain Kagi issues the order. Again—proceed with caution.”

Fuu clenched the device tightly as she processed the circumstances. Surely they'll be able to handle the settling without grave action, but in the off chance it changed for the worse... She tapped a finger in a steady rhythm against the communicator, her eyes locked on a distant point in the room with no real intent. This contemplation subsided and her fingers went to work on the buttons of the Denreishinki, aiming to send out two messages.


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The first — isolated to the members of the Fourth Division.
"Fourth Division. As you may have already heard — Captain Ōhei has been compromised by his Hollowfication, at least temporarily. Captain Senko is actively working on calming down the situation. I need a mobile response unit set up just within the inward edge of the Northeast Sector. Keep your distance from the ongoing de-escalation but be present to provide aid for any injured that may turn up. Kaoru or Nagarashi - if one of you can by chance stand by to oversee the fluidity of the triage unit, that would be appreciated. All others go about your tasks unimpeded unless otherwise advised."



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The second — extended to the greater forces of the Seireitei.
"This is Shiratori Fuu of the Fourth Division. Tacking onto the previous broadcast, let it be known the Fourth will have a triage station along the Northeast boundary of Central. Please direct any injured personnel in need of urgent care to this unit. Thank you."



Fuu stowed away the device after her double transmission, heading out from the room to oversee the send-off of the mobile unit. There was no reason to make the ordeal larger than it was, but having a precaution in place was important — especially after events of the past. Narrowing the distance to aid and provisions would expedite the process in a worst-case scenario. It was unlikely that it would reach beyond the current hot zone, but all it would take is a stray Cero or a misstep by responding officers to require assistance. For now, she wanted to walk the line of having measures at the ready while keeping order among those at work. They needn't worry about worst-case scenarios but instead stay focused on the tasks at hand.

She had just parted ways with Nagarashi, so she knew his approximate location, but as to where he was heading — he might change course at the request. Alternatively, Kaoru could oversee the situation, placing an officer's presence within proximity to the triage. In the interim, Fuu would remain on the Fourth's main compound, keeping an eye on comms while providing oversight. Despite the tense weight placed on her shoulders, the Shiratori maintained her exuberant energy, but she'd be lying to herself if worry didn't seep between the seams.

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"Well.."

As Kouei took the floor, Danjūrō stepped over the debris of the table to stand next to Gyōja. He listened intently as his friend recounted the Vizard event, a moment of history all too familiar to anyone who called themselves an Eighth Division Shinigami.

It was Captain Kusumoto, the former captain of Eighth Division, that caused the Vizard event to transpire. Kusumoto had stolen the artifact Kouei discussed, from the deepest vaults of the Eighth’s archives, and given it to the great betrayer, Hitoshi Shihaimono. The artifact too, was familiar to Danjūrō, as the Eighth’s artifact appraiser, it was his duty to assess the potential danger of each tool in his division’s extensive treasury. Of them, the Fūin no Kagi (封印の鍵, Seal-Breaking Key), was one of the most dangerous.

It possessed the ability to shatter any limitations, both physical and spiritual, undoing seals, breaking barriers, crossing dimensions, and dissolving boundaries, including the boundary between shinigami and hollow. It was used not only to convert three brave shinigami into monstrous hollows, but also to free its very creator, former Royal Guard Keiko Kano, from the Muken (無間, Infinite Hell). This act was the true purpose of the attempted coup over a decade ago, and directly resulted in the hollow invasion two years later, a tragedy that the Seireitei was only now starting to recover from. The fact that the Eighth allowed such an item to be used against the Soul Society was one of the division’s greatest failures.

In silence and shame, Danjūrō lowered his head, paying respect to the moment as he reflected on the tragedy Kouei spoke of. The shadows of the room obscured his stoic features, until Kouei mentioned the name Kasuka Rikai.

The former Vice-Chief of the Kidō Corps, Lieutenant Rikai was a friend of the Eighth Division. He had worked closely with the Eighth in developing their security and failsafes for handling powerful artifacts. His barriers were second to none, surpassing even the former Kido Corps Commander, Masanori Obara. One such barrier guarded Eighth’s gateway to this day, nearly fifteen years after the Lieutenant’s downfall, placed there as a safety measure during the civil war. It was Rikai who, sacrificing himself in the process, was able to return the Fūin no Kagi to the Eighth’s vaults. Danjūrō, an unseated shinigami at the time, admired the Vice-Chief, and studied his philosophy on Barriers (結界, Kekkai) and Seals (封, ) extensively. The fact that Rikai’s Bakudo wasn’t enough to save him was testament to the danger of the Fūin no Kagi’s ability.

“…This leads me to conclude that a relic of similar power resurfaced but was swept under the chaos of the war being waged on our doorstep. Put simply, there is someone in possession of something powerful. I'm not sure who, or what."

Danjūrō stroked his beard with curiosity, concern gleaming in his eyes. This was a serious accusation, especially to present to the elders of the Kuchiki clan. However, Danjūrō trusted Kouei’s intuition with his life, and so believed every word as fact, not mere speculation. If someone was out there with an artifact as powerful as the Fūin no Kagi, more than just the Soul Society was at risk. The very balance of souls could be placed in jeopardy. What’s more, it fell on the duty of the Eighth Division in particular to secure such a dangerous artifact.

Danjūrō grew nervous at that last sentiment. He thought again of Captain Kusumoto, who failed in his responsibility to keep the Fūin no Kagi secure, instead giving into the temptation to use such a dangerous artifact for his own gain. Then there was Lieutenant Chinen, Vice Captain of the Eighth division, who chose to step down from her role in disgrace for allowing the betrayal to happen, rather than rise to the position of her predecessor to make things right. As a result, the Eighth has been without both Captain or Vice Captain for nearly fifteen years.

Duties were delegated to the division’s third seat Hideo Shihōin. A man who, despite leading the division, has not spoken to Danjūrō for the entirety of his career. The same man who chose to move the artifacts he was sworn to protect, from the secure facilities designed to contain them, to his own family’s private compound.. Next in line to him, was fourth seat Suzume Fēng. Suzume shared a bond with Hideo which Danjūrō admired, but which distracted her from her own duties. Her loyalties were only further confused by clan politics, with the Fēng serving as retainers for the Shihōin. With both of them, it was clear that their family ties were more important than the responsibilities they owed the Eighth Division as a whole.

Time and again, the leadership of the Eighth Division had failed to uphold their sworn duty. Enough that now, in the face of a crisis, Danjūrō questioned if the Eighth was capable of serving their function to the Gotei Thirteen at all. They had spent their years growing complacent, distracting themselves with the pleasantries of art and culture, cataloging and polishing the Soul Society’s most dangerous arsenal as though they were trinkets to collect.

Danjūrō was no exception, both Festivities Coordinator, and unfortunately Artifact Appraiser. He knew more than anyone the danger such artifacts represented, and yet went about avoiding responsibility as best he could, a mere Fifth Seat.

He found himself reaching for his Zanpakutō, as instinctually as he stroked his own beard. Tachiyaku’s words repeated in Danjūrō’s mind, and he felt that perhaps the spirit had been right. He had been selfish, and cowardly, bringing shame upon himself and failing to bear the weight of his station. It fell on his shoulders now, and no one else's, to secure this dangerous item, redeem his division, and save the Soul Society.

A smile crossed his face, as Danjūrō realized both how foolish he has been, as well as how foolish he was currently being. He was not alone in this, he thought, as he looked on at Kouei and Gyōja. He was here with his two closest companions. Not only will they succeed, but they will succeed together.

Steadied, and determined, the large man stood straighter, already towering over the others in the room. Kouei circled back once more to one of the victims of hollowification, the vizard Hachi Ikimaku, former third seat of the Third Division, and right hand man to the former Kenpachi Otokogi Aijō. Ikimaku and Aijō together were responsible for the massacre of the Shiba Clan during their attempted coup. An action which would later incite the final member of the Shiba family, Densagi Shiba, to seek revenge and kill the Kenpachi, nearly destroying the Seireitei in the process.

Danjūrō recalled his own time spent in the Rukongai, prior to becoming a shinigami. Kouei was correct, Hachi Ikimaku was a legend considered by many to be a champion of the common man. His hatred towards nobles however put him down a misguided path, as the Shiba too were considered kind hearted benefactors to the Rukongai citizens. Danjūrō considered the massacre of the Shiba to be a tragedy, resulting in Kenpachi Aijō’s death, Hachi Ikimaku’s disappearance, and Densagi Shiba’s imprisonment in the Muken. The Rukongai had been robbed of three great heroes, pawns to be sacrificed by the politics of royal families.

His current surroundings were not lost on Danjūrō. Kouei had mentioned political unrest, and it seemed to Danjūrō that Gyōja was particularly restless, even if his demeanor remained poised. Though Danjūrō was not here to hear of the current political unrest between the four families and the Dates, he knew that there was a reason Gyōja would seek the council of both his family and friends.

“The Kuchiki, and the rest of the noble houses are in imminent danger. What I have yet to surmise is if these potential threats are connected, or if we are soon to be facing a war on several fronts."

Danjūrō felt that Kouei had correctly connected threads that remained unseen by the greater leadership of the Gotei Thirteen. All of the pieces were in play for history to repeat itself. The political landscape was primed for civil war between the Noble Houses, an artifact of equal power to the Fūin no Kagi was loose out in the world, and both set the stage for a greater machination, mere smokescreens set in motion for a greater scheme, just as they had been all those years ago. The Hollow invasion was just the most recent consequence of these past events, and the Gotei Thirteen still didn’t know why they were spared or where the threat has gone. Now they faced another tragedy while still dealing with the fallout of the first.

"So-"

Gyōja’s voice cuts through the tension in the air, softly regaining the attention of those in the room after such a dramatic closing statement from Kouei. There was much to process, with Danjūrō himself becoming tangled in his thoughts. None wanted to be the first to respond, but Gyōja, like always, rose to the occasion.

"We know someone within the Kidō Corps was involved with whatever this...unknown relic is. That's a good place to go for some more answers and perhaps clarification. Unfortunately I don't have any friends there, and no pull."

Ever the pragmatist, Gyōja sought solutions, and shared his first step. He mentions the Kidō Corps and Danjūrō nods in agreement, the two were on the same page there. It seemed the most obvious next step, but Gyōja was never one to let his family ties inflate his sense of self. He knew, as most did, that the Kidō Corps were an incredibly secretive organization. They operated outside the bounds of the Gotei Thirteen, reporting directly to the Central Forty Six. Lack of oversight made them isolationist in nature, unwilling to disclose information to anyone outside the organization. It also made them free from the political influence of the Royal families, something that, in this situation, was both fortunate and a hindrance. Getting in, let alone getting information, from the Kido Corps as outsiders was next to impossible.

"What say you, Danjūrō?"

Gyōja’s inquiry causes all eyes to fall on the large shinigami, clearly out of place in this regal environment. Some questioned what he was even doing in this place, while others still believed he should be labeled an intruder and killed for his chaotic entrance. The extent to which Danjūrō was known amongst most Kuchiki, was as a brute, a freeloader, and a drunkard who served only to distract Gyōja from his duties. Still, Danjūrō’s friends knew better, they had come to rely on his strength, true, but in this particular matter he had much more to offer: expertise.

“I-”

BZZT. BZZT. BZZT.

There was that damn vibration again, the repetitive nuisance brought on by the ringing of a Denreishinki. Only this time, Danjūrō wasn’t alone in his annoyance. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at both Kouei and Gyōja. They were the only two contacts in Danjūrō’s phone, and both were standing right next to him. His curiosity only grew as both of their own devices made the same sound…
“All divisions, be advised. Captain Itaku has entered a Hollowfied state. Captain Kagi has engaged. Maintain distance from Outer Perimeter—Grid Seven, Sector Four, and proceed with caution. Captain Kagi is working to maintain containment and assess the remaining consciousness within Captain Itaku. If you arrive on scene, do not engage with aggression unless Captain Kagi issues the order. Again—proceed with caution.”

A voice rang out in unison from all three of their devices. A Seireitei wide alert, brought on by the Second Division, activating on all devices at once. Danjūrō did not know they could do such a thing, but then again, he knew little about technology at all in any form. Fortunately, the message auto-played, or it was likely he would have never heard it at all.

‘Captain Ōhei, a hollow?’ Danjūrō thought, questioning the circumstance. Ōhei was the greatest healer the Gotei Thirteen had ever seen, he had been cleared as a vizard, and remained incident free from hollowification for over a decade. The fact something like this was happening now of all times, only lent more credence to Kouei’s theory.

A captain-class hollow rampaging through the Seireitei was of course a concern in itself, but Captain Ōhei was the only surviving victim of the Vizard Event, should he succumb fully to his hollow form or otherwise perish, Kouei would lose the only first hand testimony of what occurred that day. Danjūrō's thoughts turned once more to the hollow invasion, the humiliation of the Gotei’s defences, the disorganization of its captains, mismanagement of its divisions, and the countless victims caught as collateral damage in the ensuing battles. For a moment Danjūrō forgot himself. He felt in every fiber of his being that he should run from the Kuchiki compound and engage Ōhei himself. That his presence there would save the most lives, including the Captain’s, even if it meant losing his own.

A heavy sigh escaped Danjūrō’s nostrils, as he closed his eyes, gathering himself.

“I say that fate has both placed us on this path and dared us to stray.”

The illusion of a fool gave way to the truth of his wisdom and introspection.

“We cannot afford to be distracted. We must trust the Captains to deal with their own. The relic takes priority above anything else.”

His voice was calm, collected, a deep and patient baritone that reverberated off the walls of this dim and dire room.

“The Kidō Corps is the only step forward that promises more answers than questions.”

He knew the others would agree. While the Rukongai was a concern, it was simply too vast and too fragmented, and they couldn’t waste time and resources heading towards a potential dead end. The Corps would undoubtedly have some information on the disappearance of its members, and as the operators of the Senkaimon, they were the only ones other than Twelfth to have access to the records. Hopefully, they could even provide some insight on this mysterious artifact.

However, an organization as secretive as the Kidō Corps was unlikely to disclose any of its information to outsiders. By nature, the Corps coveted knowledge, and valued secrecy just as much as the other two branches. It was a rare sight to see one of their members outside of their headquarters unless performing duties integral to the function of the Seireitei.

"Besides!

Just as quickly as it faded, the facade returned, as Danjūrō bloated out a bellow of exclamation, smiling wide.

“They LOVE me over there!”

Danjūrō, as most knew, was an incredibly outgoing individual, and his own responsibilities within the Eighth have overlapped with those of the Corps in the past. Could it be that this boisterous brute actually had more sway with them than the prestigious Kuchiki clan?

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Shogi.

That was all Nagarashi said to him. It was all he needed to say. This game was just beginning, and in order for Kinkō to get to the bottom of the mystery, he had to play along.

With no one preventing the young Kuchiki head from leaving, he launched into a flash step, charting a direct course for the Kuchiki Manor. As he moved, he glanced back at his cousin.

"You would have worked closely with my predecessor? Captain Sachiko Kuchiki." Speaking her name with any sort of reverence felt like a sin. After the havoc she had caused and how she sullied the Kuchiki name, Kinkō saw her as a disgrace; someone who deserved to be struck entirely from the family tree. But her position in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads back then meant that she was in charge of medical care. "Could she have been the wolf in sheep’s wool?"

He never knew why Sachiko sided with the traitors who attacked the Seireitei. He hadn't once tried to put himself in her shoes. How could he? But now, he was the head of the family, filling the very void she left behind. The only thing he inherited from that legacy was more questions.


"Would she have sacrificed her own kin? I need to know! I need to know who she really was, stripped of the tainted lenses of admiration I used to wear." Though Nagarashi wouldn’t see it from his angle, Kinkō's left hand trembled. His heart drummed heavier and faster against his ribs. The air thinned, and his head felt uncomfortably light.

Then, the urgent message came, severing the tension and yanking Kinkō back to a sense of normalcy:

"All divisions, be advised. Captain Itaku has entered a Hollowfied state. Captain Kagi has engaged. Maintain distance from Outer Perimeter—Grid Seven, Sector Four, and proceed with caution. Captain Kagi is working to maintain containment and assess the remaining consciousness within Captain Itaku. If you arrive on scene, do not engage with aggression unless Captain Kagi issues the order. Again—proceed with caution."

His captain needed him. His family needed him.

Was the duty of the Court Guards more important than investigating his sister’s death? The conflict waged for only a second before the discipline of the Lieutenant won out.

"Nagarashi…" He called out, his expression changed to a calm business-like manner. "Continue the course to the Manor. I’m sending word ahead that you are to be accepted and treated as a true Kuchiki. Should anyone in the family make a problem of it, they will have to deal with me personally. While you are there, access the family's medical records. Find out if Captain Date was telling the truth."

Kinkō shifted his stance, his spiritual pressure slightly building up in anticipation. Fighting a captain was no small feat. A captain boosted by hollowfication? That was terrifying. Yet duty called and he needed to answer.

"In the meantime, I must join my Captain. The noble families are the bedrock of the Seireitei and it is our utmost duty to serve." He said, feigning confidence. "Unless you'd like to join and help us stop your captain."
 
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