Northwest Seireitei

[Ywi]

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"Try not to embarrass yourself too much Captain."​

Michiya could tease her all he wanted about her obvious primping and preening on their way down, about how she nearly curled in on herself while she threw a tantrum earlier yet. She knew, however, that this time is different. Her feelings about Taro are different.

The other three Shinigami clear out of her office, leaving her and Taro alone.
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”Now… Shibuya, what I wish for you to develop for me is armor, cloth or anything to protect me from the soul destroying flames of the Sōkyoku. You have seen the readings from Hueco Mundo and given your status as a noble you know good and well that these Arrancar have found fragments of the Soul King. One of our best options is to use our own relics to counter them the best we can.”​

In truth, she actually hadn't known of the Arrancar possessing fragments of the Soul King. Surprising, but not unexpected considering the readings they've been getting… Concerning ones, numbers exceeding any from the archives she could dig up. She can't deny how her hair has been standing on end, hackles raised with paranoia of what is to come, she just hadn't thought it was this dire. If that lot of combat-brained baboons had fragments of the Soul King…

The silence between them stretches, her thoughts going on a rampage, twisting into one another, already piecing together what could be done.
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”I do wish we could have met under better terms than this, but at least it seems like you are settling in well as Captain.”​

Taro's words pull her from her own head, the furrow of her brow softening as the rest of her expression shifts to something she's glad no one else is there to see. Wistful, resigned.

"Thank you, Taro. It's only fitting that I settle quickly," her arms drop to her desk, folding over the surface, and she leans on them, letting out a tiny sigh. "Perhaps next time we'll be able to, hm?"

There are few in any of the worlds Shibuya could say she may get along with, feels a connection to in any capacity. There may even be just one, as far as she knows. And Taro is that one. The one who, had circumstances been just a tiny bit different, less politically tumultuous, would be at her side until he inevitably died.

Tragically, they could only be so lucky.

In moments like these, she feels regret bubble up in her gut. The regret of not allowing her younger brother to be born, to take her place so she could have a life outside of the Harai to pursue. That was so long ago now, though, her younger self had no idea where she would end up. That one day she'd even consider allowing her singular purpose in life to fall to anyone else.

Leaning back in her chair, she raises her hand right before a file folder drops into it. Above the two Captains, Six and One stare down, perched on the lip of an open cabinet drawer.

"Nonetheless, an interesting request," she says, barely glancing at the paper she pulls out of the folder, placing it face-up on her desk and sliding it across, toward Taro.

The paper, as innocuous as it seems, is anything but. Contained within it are detailed notes pertaining to a Gigai capable of withstanding something undisclosed on the page, implying the others contained in the folder have further notes and information pertaining to it.

"And a serendipitous one," she starts. "I've been playing around with a Gigai that could withstand, let's say, less than favourable strain and conditions. With the proper focus I'm sure it could be refashioned to protect you from anything that the Sokyoku could put you through,"

Only now does Shibuya's thus far muted expression warp, her grin twisting her features, and showing off the sharp, dangerous whites of her teeth.

"That being said, it would require testing. Souls that can be placed within the trial products. I'd be inclined to gather them myself, however, I have plans that require I – and my squad- do not appear to the common folk of Rukongai as anything but kind. Good-natured. Helpful," While she speaks, she stands and walks around her desk, leaning against it. "If the Eleventh can deliver the souls we need when we need them, I can have the Gigai in working order in a timely fashion,"

She extends a hand out toward Taro, to shake.

Normally, she wouldn't make verbal agreements. Hates the thought of a deal falling through because she couldn't have the terms carefully laid out and signed, to be able to hold the other party accountable for their end. The nature of this one, however, leaves little room for a paper trail. If she wants to build her empire, no one can know what lengths she's willing to go to for prosperity. In this instance; For survival.

And… Well, if she asks for a few extra souls, who would know? Testing Gigai can be temperamental, after all.
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[Adonai]

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"Thank you, Taro. It's only fitting that I settle quickly, perhaps next time we'll be able to, hm?"

”Certainly, should time and our Captain obligations allow for it.”

The man puts on a smile, a genuine one unlike the typical smile he wears to mask his overall disdain of the world around him. There are none outside of the Date clan who could make Taro experience genuine emotion, let alone a smile, except for Captain Harai. The man plays his cards so close to his chest that his past is a mystery to most, this is to eliminate the possibility of someone using something or someone from his past to get to him. To that extent he views this woman as his one weakness, not exactly one to be purged but one to be protected and not in the knight saving the princess sort of way. He keeps his past associations with her a secret from all, should anyone find out about it they would more than likely drop off the face of existence as a whole.

"Nonetheless, an interesting request,”

An open folder is slid across the table to him, which he picks up and begins looking at its contents. His green eyes shift from left to right as he reads the documented research on this Gigai with his eyes occasionally pausing to take in any photos in the folder.

”And a serendipitous one, I've been playing around with a Gigai that could withstand, let's say, less than favourable strain and conditions. With the proper focus I'm sure it could be refashioned to protect you from anything that the Sokyoku could put you through,”

He glances up from the folder to look at her directly as she speaks. He watches her face warp and twist as a sinister grin grows on her face. He smiles with a soft expression that betrays his usual demeanor, he likes the face she is making. From this point on his eyes remain on her, hanging onto every word she speaks for two reasons. The first being so he can understand the full scope of this experimental Gigai and its needs and to simply listen to her talk.

”That being said, it would require testing. Souls that can be placed within the trial products. I'd be inclined to gather them myself, however, I have plans that require I – and my squad- do not appear to the common folk of Rukongai as anything but kind. Good-natured. Helpful, If the Eleventh can deliver the souls we need when we need them, I can have the Gigai in working order in a timely fashion.”

For a brief moment Taro’s eyes stop gazing at her as he looks up and ponders some options and quickly comes to a solution for the “volunteers” she needs for this project. He grins from ear to ear as he knows he’ll be able to supply her with more than enough “samples” to work with. Though what catches him off guard is her extending a hand to shake, this wouldn’t be the first time today someone wanted to shake his hand although the results of that “shake” were quite different. He sets the folder down on the desk and shakes her hand, perhaps holding it for a bit longer than reasonable between two colleagues striking a deal.

”I will have the vassals of the Date round up more than enough subjects for your testing.”

He holds up his free hand and a black cicada crawls out of his sleeve, something that would be creepy to most but for Shibuya it probably wouldn’t even make her bat an eye.

”Use this to communicate with the Vassals and direct them to drop off the ‘supplies’ at a location of your choosing. Have no worries, it functions the same as a Jigokuchō but with extra features, features our clan uses for our own gains. Just don’t let it eat any of your centipedes.”

The fact that he is telling her vital details about this black cicada is a show of trust and understanding. Not to mention she could easily experiment on it to learn of its nature and functions. When he finally decides to end the hand shake, more like hand holding at this point, his hand slides away from hers as his green eyes gaze upon her a bit more before closing and his genuine smile fading back to a cheshire smirk, the mask has returned.

”Use that cicada to contact me when it is done and I will have my Lt pick it up if I am unable. This way everything is done off the Gotei 13’s records and can be viewed as a happy coincidence of Twelfth Division ingenuity. Now I need to make my way to the Kido Corps next, but before I go, is there anything else you wish to discuss while I am here?”

Like a crack forming in the falsity of his mask he opens a single eye to look at her.

”Who knows when we’ll have time to chat like this again without onlookers and listeners.”

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[dem0nzlust]

After he finished conducting his business with the 12th division members and saw how well this social interaction was going, he sighed. Rubbing the top of his head awkwardly he decided to dismiss himself from this situation plus he had another matter at hand wished to pursue now that the secret arrangement with his Captain made, Michiya was not one to sit around and wait for the opportune moment but create them himself. With that said he glanced at Nanami and Yurei letting her keep a watchful gaze on the guest.

"I am leaving this in your trustful hands third seat Nanami, if Captain wishes to contact me she has the means too. Such a lovely talk we had Lt. Yurei."

He gave a proper bow of respect to the Lt. then shunpo out of the area into his labs to grab a reinforced case from one of the compartments. Once he grabbed what he needed he began to scribble down some information on a sheet of paper that appeared to be a bunch of gibberish but held importance to the right person. The benefits Michiya enjoyed of being 4th seat was throwing the responsibility onto those of higher ranking so he could be left to his devices and research. However, he knew it could not remain this way for long because there was certain information he wished to pursue the needed higher jurisdiction to access. In his mind Shinigami's ranking was no different than the Clan's hierarchy, it all was just one political game to be played, and one art he perfected in his special training was how to blend with any social class, or navigate through it either for infiltration and espionage, or just as simple furthering ones on gain but the social aspect of it is what normally hindered him.

"How long has it been since we last met..."

He spoke to himself deep in thought making his way with haste to the barracks of the 2nd division for a long overdue reunion.

"Are we going to see that man who reaks of death? It is always interesting when you two are in the same room. The aroma of blood is always such a beautiful scent, unlike all those chemicals you constantly expose me to." Hakuouki spoke with an excited tone wondering how Michiya and Kagi's meeting would go. In most cases, it was always 50/50 if they clashed against each other or something interesting came from it. He took up to the rooftops to avoid unneeded shinigami traffic while reaching into his haori pulling out a syringe and vial from inside in preparation with the case clutched securely between his arms.

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12th Division Barracks --> 2nd Division​

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[Adonai]

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Taro was making his way out of the office after his conversation with his fellow Captain, as he walked down the hall he would stop in front of his Lieutenant who was leaning against a paper screen door. Taro opened a single eye to look at his Lieutenant, issuing a stern warning.

”Lieutenant, be careful what you lean or rest against in this building, they could have that door coated in some substance or germ to track you or gain information you don’t want revealed to the public. Or worse, testing some unknown drug. I typically have a no touching policy when I come to the Twelfth Division…”

He thinks back to touching Captain Harai’s hand so casually along with looking through the folder. He closes his eyes and furrows his brow.

”Hm, I too have made a few lapse in my judgement during our visit now that I think about it. Amazing how emotions can open one's guard even the tiniest bit. Anyway, I will be making my way to the Kido Corps next, that will be the final thing to check off my to-do list for war preparation. The rest we must leave in the hands of these cogs.”

He continued on, not waiting for his Lieutenant as he had no need to do so, he told him where he would be headed and Yurei was sure to follow. Making his way out to the courtyard Taro grips the blade of his Zanpakuto, ready to summon Kurogane for a lift when a Jigoku kuishinbō flies towards him. He holds out his palm allowing it to land and give him whatever information it was carrying. Hollows are attacking the World of the Living en masse. Taro’s hands almost snapped shut like a Venus Flytrap but he stopped when he saw the Jigoku kuishinbō transforming into a Jigokuchō mimic. The Cicada must have consumed a Jigokuchō to intercept the message and now plans to carry it on to the proper recipient. Taro stood idle for a moment, remembering the bumbling buffoons of Tenth and Thirteenth.

”Kurogane, let's go.”

The ink fish took off into the sky heading towards the Kido Corps, while atop the fish Taro had a constant scowl on his face, shifting his head in the direction of Tenth Division. He sensed a myriad of Reiatsu flaring in the area then he sensed Captain Kurayami’s Reiatsu in the area. He opens a single eye, puzzled that she was awakened.

”Why was I not notified about her finally waking up? Kurogane lets-”

Before he could give the order he sensed another person there, one that gave off the presence of a rumbling volcano. He rescinded his order to Kurogane and had her continue to the Kido Corps. Taro started to chuckle which built up into a full on hysterical laugh. Though the ink fish could not emote Kurogane smiled with her soul at Taro’s laughter.

”That’s why I wasn’t notified, he is already there and on the move. I only hope that no one pushes him over the edge. Not even I would dare test the volcano’s heat. Oh how I can’t wait to hear his report.”

The fish soars through the air, carrying Taro’s laughter with it across the sky.

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To Seireitei Southeast: Kido Corps​

 

[Nobody]

The atmosphere at Thirteenth was one of confusion. They had endured much over the years. With the absence of their Captain and the lack of a Lieutenant they seemed directionless. Keniro Senko, though related to a Captain, lacked his brother's ability to lead, often off on his own antics whatever they may be. Third seat Tomi had been mostly out in the field, along with Gyōja, each in their own separate quadrants. Gyōja had spent much of his time in KU (Karakura University) living among the humans while patrolling at night. It was, in fact through him and Tomi that many of the reports and updates from Karakura came. With the Captain's whereabouts unknown, and Tomi and Gyōja otherwise indisposed due to their own deployment missions, the Thirteenth was left unattended, no one to grip the reigns and guide them.

Practically left to fend for themselves they found sanctuary under the umbrella of the Tenth Division who extended their handed, absorbing the Division into their authority. Gaining no push back from anyone in the squad, rather gratitude at having someone to be a beacon, lighting the path for them to follow the Division began following their lead. The air of cohesion and guidance, disturbed with the arrival of Captain Date, demolishing the already fragile morale of the weakened Division. As if on cue their protector from the Tenth had arrived, yet in the face of adversity, the shoulders they had placed their hopes on buckled under the weight of Captain Date's power and violence. With what had taken place, the atmosphere in the Division had become gloomy. As if things couldn't be hectic enough, every member of the squad's respective Denreishinki began going off all at once.
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“This is your Captain, assemble in the courtyard immediately. You have two minutes.”​

The gloomy atmosphere now had confusion mixed into it. The Captain was back? Now? After all this time and with no word, leaving the Division to feel abandoned, now she returns? To add insult to injury, amplifying their pain was the tone of her message. It was sharp, short and commanding, armed with the expectation for their immediate compliance as if she had not been gone. Moving to comply there were mixed feelings in the hearts of those who began to gather.

They had been given two minutes, before even one of those minutes could fully pass, Gyōja was walking through the barracks gates. Some cast glances his way, unaware of when he had returned from Karakura Town, having gone straight to the Kuchiki Manor upon his arrival this time around. He moves to step into formation with the other members, his touch of blue standing out in the sea of black and white uniforms.
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Captain's Returned. Be there soon. Stay strong.​

With Denreishinki in hand he sends a short handed message to Tomi. Whatever was going on on her end, he could only trust she'd hold her own until backup could get to her. Tucking the device away he couldn't help but to wonder what the Captain was planning, not unlike the others around him. Was she giving them a strategy before sending them out? Would she explain where exactly she'd been and why she had not reached out to any of them? Why she had left them all alone.

The latter was hardly the Kuchiki's concern however. For now, he hoped the meeting would be a short one, and that Tomi could hold out against whatever the threat was.

 

[Kasu Shinka]

Distrust.

Hidden words plague the barracks, moving as quick as wildfire in a forest of squad mates. Their phone pinging from both an unfamiliar face and one that has long since been gone. New and old members scramble to make sense of this immediate assembly, and as they gather they are faced with only one true fact. Could this really be their Captain? Can we trust her? Could she be the enemy in disguise? Kasu is unaware of the trauma and fragility of her barracks and her return would seem to only fracture it further, dividing the connection between both Captain and Subordinate…

Confusion.

Many questions arise from one Shinigami to the other, and with no time to process where and how, Squad 13 moves in unison, but not in response to an order, but in response to a need. For clarity. Kasu stands at the forefront of their questions, concerns, and most importantly her ability to govern her own Squad as she had done so in the past…

Commitment.

The entire barracks is faced with a job, a duty to uphold and die by. Whoever gave the message, be it their old Captain or Captain Izanagi, the men and women of Squad 13 are subjected to the orders of their superiors or risk severe consequences. They live to be not just warriors, but protectors in the world if the living. Some could say that Kasu had done her Squad justice by running a tight ship, forcing her squad to maintain a strict routine. Though even commitment falters when there is no lead at the helm…

Her arrival is swift and soft to the touch, her feet settling against the gravel of the grounds she had not touched in so long. Had she truly been gone for so long? Not a since of shock seems to show on her face, instead she is relaxed, seemingly confident, seemingly content in her position. However, she knew what was to come before her. The courtyard soon filled with many faces. Looks of uncertainty and worry only increased. Kasu could only close her eyes, and find the words in order to soothe the masses.

“ I’m sorry..”

Words never before spoken by her. Two words that garnered the attention of each pair of ears. Could she truly be sincere?

“ I have been gone for a long time, in an unexplainable place. I was subjugated to a world that did not exist in this one. For a time it seemed hopeless that I would return. The details of such a space are absent to me, but I do know this. It is time for us to get back to our duty and return our Squad back to its prime.”

An understatement, one that can be agreed upon. A privilege that belonged to both Captain Izanagi, who had taken over the reigns and maintained some semblance of it.

“ I understand that many of you have questions. I’ll be more than welcome to answer them to the best of my ability when we return. However, we have orders to assist those in the World of the Living. For now our oath comes first.

We need to get out there and secure the lingering souls and create a perimeter. Hollows are our secondary, purify them as always. Remain vigilant, do not become confident in your ability. Keep moving, do not remain stagnant for too long.

Let’s go.”

A swift wave of her Haori, the insignia of her Division on her back rippling in the wind. Her next steps would be to the Senkaimon and as those gates extend, opening to a light into the next world, she couldn’t help but feel… Fear?! An emotion that had not shown itself as heavy as it did. Is this PTSD? Kasu closes her eyes forcefully attempting to shake this feeling of dread. Her palms beneath her sleeves begin to start sweating, and as her hands clenched tightly she had no other choice but to push herself forward. Traveling from the Soul Society to Karakura Town.

 

[Nobody]

The silence as they all stand there is thick, palpable, tension growing with each passing second, with every moment of the Captain standing before them with no words spoken. Gyōja stares, curious as to what is going to be said and exactly when she intends to speak, but more than that he is anxious. The situation in the World of the Living growing heavy on his mind.
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“ I’m sorry..”​

Many of them that had been frozen in place, began glancing at one another. From the demanding tone of the text they had not truly expected the first thing from her mouth to be an apology. Gyōja, who's thoughts had drifted for a moment became anchored back into this moment, lifting a brow in intrigue.
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“ I have been gone for a long time, in an unexplainable place. I was subjugated to a world that did not exist in this one. For a time it seemed hopeless that I would return. The details of such a space are absent to me, but I do know this. It is time for us to get back to our duty and return our Squad back to its prime.”​

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'Is that it? An unknown unexplainable place, a world that did not exist in this one? What type of place is this, to trap a Captain? Is there a new enemy?' He was taken aback by this information, information that rather being expounded on seemed to be glossed over. He couldn't help feeling that this was a very VERY big deal. He opened his mouth, prepared to speak up, to ask a question about this strange and perhaps dangerous world. ​

“ I understand that many of you have questions. I’ll be more than welcome to answer them to the best of my ability when we return. However, we have orders to assist those in the World of the Living. For now our oath comes first."​

Hearing this he closes his mouth. Regardless of his thoughts, his questions, his concerns the Captain was right. Tomi and the others were holding the line in the World of the Living. They needed back up, and sooner was always better than later...better than being too late.
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"We need to get out there and secure the lingering souls and create a perimeter. Hollows are our secondary, purify them as always. Remain vigilant, do not become confident in your ability. Keep moving, do not remain stagnant for too long.

Let’s go.”​

"MA'AM"!!!
The gathered squad speak out in unison, in one voice. The moment the Captain takes off into a shunpo, the rest follow suit.

The Kuchiki bypasses many of his squad-mates in a single step, a gap still existing between him and the Captain while another considerable gap existed between Gyōja and the rest of the squad. He gripped Aojūkiri tightly, knuckles nearly turning white from his grip.

He stilled his mind, his eyes becoming as sharp as his sheathed blade. The Captain said not to focus on the hollows, he could only hope the situation would allow them the luxury of makin that choice. The light of the Senkaimon welcomes them, blinding to the sight as their images become enveloped in its glow, vanishing as they pass from this world, into that of the living.

 

[dem0nzlust]

Just before completely departing from the 2nd division, he detected the spiritual energy released from his uncle Keniro. Watching the spiritual patterns he emitted, Michiya quite easily discerned what kind of emotional state Keniro was in. Although that was what troubled Michiya, but the fact that he sensed nothing from his father at all. There was a clear reason why he proceeded with preemptive plans before dealing with his father, and Michiya knew it was always better to come prepared than with no contingency plan. Bringing him back to what he injected himself with and the misinformation he shared. One of the biggest lessons he learned was never reveal your whole hand with a little misdirection, as the blood was never the catalyst but simply the moment his heart stopped beating and the underlying detail, mini nano-sized bombs coursed through his bloodstream. He made one final glance back at the 2nd division barracks and muttered softly, speaking to himself.

"You always held such potential but through your lack of discipline let it squander...Keniro Senko...will this be the last memory I see of my uncle's smile? Even if you survive, nobody returns unscathed either mentally or physically. Whatever the outcome may be, you will face a death of yourself in some form."

He closed his eyes with a wishful thought that he would not disappoint the family, and finally rise to his potential. Despite never being a fan of his, what is highly perceived as childish antics and lack of discipline, the fact couldn't be escaped that he was family. His actions and decisions all lead him to this road of inevitable clash between brothers, but couldn't help but feel saddened that he wouldn't get to witness this event to record within the Senko Clan history books. Letting out a small sigh, it couldn't be helped, Michiya finally went on with the rest of his day with a casual shunpo leaving the perimeters of the 2nd division and made his way back to the comfort smell of chemicals, and technology humming in the area. Figuring Captain Shibuya will probably be preoccupied handling things for Taro after their meeting, and no clue what Nanami is up to after his departure. With so much planned, he made a beeline straight to his laboratory to be left with his devices unless called upon by his Captain.

Stepping inside chemicals and strange concoctions, where the process of getting refined. Neatly sprawled out on his desk, where small pieces of inventions and gadgets were waiting to be put together. The two bodies given to him by Kagi teleported away with his barrier were now laid across the examination table, and having devices hooked into them. The dead body was placed in a balm liquid to preserve its condition outside the cause of death, while the other was made to be rendered unconscious until he was ready to deal with them. Pacing through his lab he grabbed a few of his projects he focused on and at closer inspection, one contained a roughly drawn blue print with a futuristic pistol design, he was in the middle of fidgeting with a concerning handheld Kido Cannon, with the ideal thought of use in war allowed for those who lacked skill in Kido an alternative way to combat enemies or could possess greater results when used by the more adept in the art. On a different schematic nearby, he had a sketch with chemical analysis about the synthesized substance when exposed to reiatsu causes it to turn the opponent's energy against them by crystalizing it. He glanced over a few other of his projects, but the one held the most promise to him was research and data about his Shikai on how he can use it to absorb substances to produce unique deadly toxic saps and poisons.

"Bring up all recorded information you have on what is going on in the Word of the Living. This is a vital moment where we must gather as much information as possible. On screen number two, I want you to bring up all recorded data on all of the Captains, and on screen three bring up information on the Lts. Mark all who has unlocked Bankai and everything we know about on how it was achieved, including exact date of completion."

The scientist under his jurisdiction quickly got to work with the one who had taken his Zanpakuto prior for experimental modification and returned it to him. Michiya glanced around at the large screens of data surrounding him now, and began to perform a thorough deep search of his own, fulfilling an arrangement with the chatty associate, Elk. He began pulling up old records and reports about incidents that took place in the Rukongai. From Michiya's recollection, he happened to be still unseated, and possibly in the academy during this, but he did remember hearing news about it. With a program running, searching for any mentions of the incident, even from reports where people might have thought nothing, there was no connection between them. It was ongoing, along with them all doing what was requested. Michiya pulled out a compact gas mask.

"Sorry this is for your good..."

A press of a button on his Jinshuriki watch, an odorless gas filled the room rendering everybody unconscious. However, this wasn't ordinary gas but a special one of his design laced with the same stuff used in Denshuriki used to make humans forget. After some tampering, Michiya enhanced the properties enough where it could affect the likes of shinigami effectively making them forget everything within the last couple of hours with longer unconscious time. Once they all fell unconscious, he got to work rerouting some of the souls being sent into Soul Society into a designated location.​

 

[Adonai]

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Ten Days Later

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[Kasu Shinka]

Ten days of rebuilding, reforming, and rebonding. A time frame that was far too small to make up for the time she had lost, but Kasu would make the effort and she made the effort. Despite her mountain of paperwork that pertained to the events of Karakura and even Naruki in support of the Tenth Division, Kasu made time for her members. Training, and speaking, leaving her office open to those who still held on to doubt about her absence and those who had lingering questions. Kasu had become very forthcoming, open to the words of her subordinates, and her comrades.

Among the passing days and hours, her hands were at work. Passing through files of paper work, and it is in this moment that her hand would reach towards a name that she had placed to the side until she had a moment to thoroughly put together a decision on.

Keniro Senko…

Perhaps he expected his Captain to be lenient. That in her absence he could get away with ignoring his duties, and he would not receive any consequences in his choices. Keniro chose the path of the insubordinate fool. Allowing his own personal vendettas to override his oath to the Gotei 13. To Kasu, this can NOT go unpunished…

Thump!

A loud noise is heard from the action of a stamp slamming down against his name. Not only is Keniro stripped of his position within Squad 13, his name would be passed to Central 46 in order for him to be arrested for insubordination, and abandoning his post. The severity of this does not fall short. Lives were lost, both human and Soul Reaper alike, his involvement could have prevented a considerable imbalance and loss of comrades. This was no simple slap on the wrist and it will not be passed as such.

Captain Shinka had already become well aware of his whereabouts during the invasion. She was also informed that he had been injured in his battle with Captain Senko, and whether he had recovered or not, the proper authorities are highly likely to be enroute to his location. His name has already been sent off, officially ending his tenure within Squad 13.

Having compiled most of her paperwork, and though there is still more to be done Kasu needed a moment to step away from her office. She ventured to the courtyard of her barracks. A large blossoming tree with pink and lavender petals falling from it. She seated herself beneath its beauty and peacefulness, and she attempts to find what little peace she could obtain for now. Sighing heavily, her form relaxed as she closed her eyes to allow her senses to spread throughout the entirety of the barracks and beyond its confines.

She could only wonder, what the rest of this day could hope to bring her…