Northwest Seireitei

[Nobody]

Up to this point Gyōja had not spoken any further, had not responded to Ren's little quip. Instead he remained still, saying nothing, doing nothing. He took hold of Aojūkiri, slowly pulling it from its scabbard, freeing the beast from its proverbial cage. He stared up towards the sky, a heavy sigh leaving him. He was truly happy for his promotion, how could he not be? Truth be told however, he had his reservations. Was it too soon for him? Also, those elders in the family will probably use this to further argue for him becoming head now that he was on the same level as his cousin. The weight of it all was gradually building on him. For now, all he could do was help one person at a time, someone other than himself, starting with Ren.

Before Ren's very eyes was Gyōja, mid swing. His blade carved in the air from her right shoulder arcing towards her left hip. Moments before this ever occured however she'd undoubtedly be able to feel it. The tension, the looming threat of the danger to come from his attack.

This was because the Kuchiki had intentionally telegraphed his attack via his reiatsu before stepping into it. Despite how swift and seemingly spontaneous the attack was, it wasn't to such a degree that she couldn't react or respond. In fact, he was intentionally slowing the tempo of his attack, for her to be able to react to it. For some, this might come off as counter productive, seen as stunting her growth somewhat. Right now, Gyōja's intent was to force her into a state of being constantly alert, feeling out danger and thus, raising her reflexes to be able to react to it. While the speed of his strikes would undoubtedly be strenuous to deal with, once she was able to get accustomed to that, it would only increase from there.

"Don't forget everything we went over prior to the meeting Ren!"

It was more an encouraging reminder than a warning. Tomi advised him not to push her too hard. Little did she know, he'd never do such a thing. His aim was to push her, protect her NOT to destroy her. 'Still, a little help wouldn't have been turned down Tomi.' He was confident in his ability, but with the way Aojūkiri had been acting as of late, he couldn't deny the concern that clawed at his heart.

 

[GhoulBunny]

The pink haired girls eyes widened sharply as Gyōjā’s blade carved through the air toward her. The swing came down from her right shoulder toward her left hip, sharp and deliberate. Whatever sarcastic retort had been brewing on her tongue evaporated as her body snapped into focus. His Reiatsu, while not crushing, was heavy enough to slam against her senses like a warning bell. But not a threat—a signal. A challenge.

ZzzzzZp

Her own spiritual pressure flared uncontrollably in response, sparking in wild, volatile bursts that crackled like static in a storm. The training room hummed with sudden tension. Her Reiatsu had always been erratic when she was emotionally overwhelmed—like now. Anxiety twisted inside her, coiling in her gut, but she latched onto the fear and used it, forcing her focus inward.
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"Don't forget everything we went over prior to the meeting, Ren!"​

His voice cut through the noise in her head, grounding her. Gritting her teeth, Ren tightened her grip around Amanozako’s hilt. The pulse of electricity under her fingers was sharp and familiar, buzzing with anticipation like it was feeding off her nerves.


Okay. Breathe. Focus.

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She inhaled deeply, hearing Gyōjā’s earlier words echo in her head:

“You’re fast, once you get rid of that doubt you’ll be even faster. The way you use your Reiatsu is a bit telling though, perhaps work on your control.”

That stuck. She needed control.

Ren willed her spiritual pressure to steady, drawing it in rather than letting it spiral out. The chaotic flickers around her began to tighten, not completely vanishing, but becoming more deliberate, less wild. She dropped low and pivoted out of range of the descending strike, her body moving with more fluid precision.
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“Also, never place everything on one gambit. An attack with no continuity, no plan for what to do after that first swing is a fool’s gamble.”

She remembered that advice too. This wasn’t about one flashy move. This was about chaining intent with execution.

CLING!

She blocked his strike with a sharp raise of her blade, bracing against the impact. Sparks danced as their blades met, but this time she didn’t freeze. She let the momentum fuel her next movement.

Whooosh

Ren pivoted and used her speed, pushing off the ground with a burst of Shunpo that scattered faint crackles of lightning beneath her feet. Rather than aim directly for his front, she reappeared to his left flank, slashing downward in a swift, cutting arc. But even as she moved, her free hand was already shifting her stance, scabbard at the ready to intercept a counter if he moved in.


Her heart pounded, but her mind was focused. The chaos was still there—it always would be—but for once, it wasn’t steering the ship.

She didn’t speak, didn’t laugh. Just a small smirk curved on her lips as she committed to the strike, defense poised in her other hand.​

 

[Nobody]

TING!!!

Steel met spiritual steel, Ren's own blade pressing against his own. The grating sound of metal sliding against metal filled the training ground. The old Ren would have been content with that one defense, and remained idle awaiting the next attack. However, even in the short time they've trained together, Ren was growing, evolving. She wasn't the same as when she was in the Second Division, or when she was in the Land of the Living, or even when she first walked through the gates of the Thirteenth earlier today. The goal now, was to have this Ren to be overtaken yet again, a stepping stool for the future Ren after this moment.

Rather than turning his body to meet Ren, instead his wrist turns, turning his blade in a slight horizontal angle, intercepting her blades vertical slash.

Clang!!

Once again, sparks fly as steel meets steel. "Byakurai." A casual mutter as a concentrated bolt is fired from his left hand, fingers pointed towards Ren's left thigh. Having positioned herself in such a way that the distance between them was still relatively close, and with their blades connected as they were, evasion would be a difficult endeavor for her. The damage would certainly be nothing life threatening, but it would impair her movement, limit her should she prove incapable of noticing and reacting to the abrupt attack.

Ren had perhaps assumed that they would solely be working on swordsmanship, however that was something Gyōja had never said. He had only ever told her to draw her blade and then attacked. Combat was not one grounded by rules, one was to use everything at their disposal to deal with the enemy. This experience would show Ren to expect anything from him, including the potential of him releasing the seal on his sword against her in their training session.

'Why didn't you use it too?' He asked her only in his mind. Her grip on the scabbard of her blade was not lost to him. Had she attacked both with the downward arc and the sheath somehow, it would have forced him to attack her in a different way, or at least move to potentially open himself up to another move of hers. Still, regardless of if his spell met its mark, he believed that Ren would overcome the difficulty somehow. He simply needed to continue pushing her, motivating her, believing in her.

"!!!"

Immersed in the lesson, Gyōja suddenly feels warm breath against the back of his neck. He can hear the heavy breathing and panting of a beast, can feel its gaze upon him. He clenched his teeth as he tried to ignore it, tried to push it aside..tried to not look behind him. It wasn't fear of danger, for he knew what it was..who it was. Now was not the time to be dealing with this, he needed to help Ren.

 

[GhoulBunny]

Coming From: Northeast

The Twelfth Division was always a strange place.


Its high walls hummed softly with the faint buzz of distant machinery, a constant, low drone just barely audible, hinting at mysteries hidden deep within its shadowy corridors. The very air here felt charged—not with tension, exactly, but with something more unsettling. Curiosity mixed with caution. Excitement tempered by unease. Those who passed its gates did so swiftly, keeping their heads down, eyes averted, unwilling to linger in a place filled with such inscrutable purpose.


And today, this enigmatic barracks would find itself host to yet another curiosity: Yūgure Shihōin.



As always, the Shihōin noblewoman seemed to appear without a trace. Her approach was unhurried, casual even, yet deliberate enough that those who caught a glimpse of her moved instinctively aside. Her deep violet hair gleamed faintly beneath the midday sun, flowing smoothly behind her as she walked—each step measured, fluid, controlled. Her presence commanded respect; not through the force of overwhelming reiatsu, nor through harsh command, but through something far subtler, something quiet and refined that radiated effortlessly from her every movement.



The guards at the gate straightened slightly, shoulders drawing back in automatic response, wary eyes locking onto her as she approached. They weren’t often visited by members of noble clans, let alone by someone of Yūgure Shihōin’s standing. She stopped smoothly in front of them, her golden eyes cool, calm, unreadable, looking from one to the other.



“Oi. I need to speak with the highest-ranking officer available within your division. And it is urgent.”



There was no room left in her words for hesitation or debate. She wasn’t here for idle curiosity or casual inquiry. Something weighed heavily on her mind, something significant enough that she’d chosen to come here, of all places. Few understood the inner workings of the Twelfth, but fewer still knew how to leverage their resources effectively.



And Yūgure never wasted her time on trivialities.



The guards exchanged glances, briefly uncertain, before one turned on his heel sharply, nodding to his companion.


“Please wait here, Miss Shihōin ,” he murmured, swiftly retreating towards the courtyard to fulfill her request.​

 

[TherosAestas]

The energy around Thirteenth Division was a veritable amalgam of differing emotions. Joy, surprise, unease, and even remorse contributed to a turbulent morale. The grunts milled about, some training, others preparing for the coming invasion. Two decently powerful shinigami occupied their time in the training grounds, while the most powerful amongst them stood unguarded within a room with the injured outcast.

The air rippled and shifted behind the woman in the room-the captain that Ximena had observed in Karakura town. She’d heard talk that the woman’s zanpakuto could manipulate the world around her so she’d have to act fast and without hesitation. Cordelia’s reiatsu sunk so deep into her depths that to most it was nei existent. As the void maw wrenched open, her gemstone eyes peered out of the darkness, a predator on the hunt. Her gaze kept track of both Kasu Shinka and Keniro Senko as she stepped out of the Garganta, but before her foot even touched the ground, she vanished.

Cordelia swept back into view in front of the still open Garganta, her foot connecting a circle drawn across the floor in water, encompassing the long lost captain while another had been drawn around the outcast. One second Kasu and Keniro stood firmly in place, but the instant the circle was completed they were swallowed whole by a portal, ripping them from the safety of the seireitei and depositing them within separate pockets inside the Valley of Screams. The wooden panels of the floor immediately stitched themselves back together.

Donning a too wide grin, Cordelia let her reiatsu bubble up to the surface as an abyssal blue and seafoam green light began to shine through between her teeth-the sound of hurried footsteps rapidly approached the now vacant meeting room.

”Hello.”

As a shinigami ripped the doors open, Cordelia opened her mouth wide, unleashing a gran rey cero that would rip through the division like a tsunami. She watched as four shinigami perished by her hands instantly. Pathetic. She stepped back into the waiting Garganta as it began to close. Instead of it taking her back to Los Noches, it took her to the Valley of Screams.

She stood before a turbulent dimension of a vast ocean of her own creation, her hand split an entrance open into the world-her home turf. Cordelia would enter the world miles below the water’s surface and if the Captain hadn’t acted fast she would be bobbing on the water’s surface by this point. Even if she did catch herself during her fall there was nothing in the world except the endless ocean created by Cordelia.

Deep below, Cordelia lurked, sensing every little movement and ripple-her mouth once more stretched into a too wide grin as the light of her cero was swallowed by the abyss.

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[dem0nzlust]

Michiya's ever-watchful gaze remained vigilant, with one of his most notable qualities being his ability to multitask on multiple things at once without losing focus and remaining equally concentrated in all tasks. Despite being in the middle of ongoing tense fights, his concentration on the barrier protecting his division from any collateral damage, durability didn’t waver at all, and this also meant that he remained watchful of the onlookers gathering around them. Although, back to the matter at hand, audience or not, Michiya had grown curious about how far he could push a Captain, but to fully test it, he knew holding back wasn’t the method to get accurate information. With the blades turned invisible and enclosed on their trapped target, to Michiya’s enjoyment, he saw the intriguing use of the Hado Tenran to create a protective torrent of wind around him to successfully deflect all the blades away, but others outside the protection of the barrier in harm's way.

On the other hand, most would be concerned about this. Michiya assumed anyone in danger had the skill set and awareness to defend themselves. If they didn’t, Captain Izanagi would have already consented to taking full liability for all forms of collateral damage. Luckily, in the case of any incompetent Shinigami who got caught in the scattered blades' crossfire, the chatterbox Elk from Kido Corps happened to take care of it. Immediately after, it seemed Elk sought to interfere with Izanagi and Michiya’s fight, causing an expression of irritation to appear clearly across his face. However, his combative Zanpakuto spirit took this differently as a new challenger stepping into the fray carelessly, and his two wooden clawed arms quickly split apart with another set of arms growing from his back, dislodging blades from the ground and any catch that was sent in his direction. Wielding six blades in hand they all transformed into his base Shikai form followed by intense aura of bloodlust permeating from his spirit, which quickly alerted Michiya that his Zanpakuto spirit more violent nature was about to be unleashed; the very essence that was the reason why his Shikai did not discriminate from friend or foe and he used his abilities sparingly around others.

“Josho suppress him now!”

With that shouted out right before Hakuoki was about to attack both Izanagi and Elk, his body had small cracks spreading throughout it before suddenly shattering away, dispersing the energy. Now, there only Josho stood with a calm demeanor as Michiya’s Zanpakuto started to eject itself from Josho’s body before being handed back toward him. Around this time, as things were forced to settle, the two twelfth division members at the entrance had formally escorted Yugure Shihoin with words on urgent matters. Today seemed to be quite a busy day for the 12th Division Lt., but each visitor meant an opportunity to expand the reaches of their connections.​

“I am the acting Captain in charge of the 12th division, what urg-“

He found himself suddenly cut off by an alert message of an anomaly appearing within Soul Society, and more followed. Within seconds of the alert, they experienced the explosion off in the direction of the 10th division, and the readings pinpointing the signature's arrival only confirmed what he feared. Michiya hastily removed a container of black ink, etching a pattern along his arms before slamming his hand into the ground, which they all recognized as Bakudo #77. Performing the kido at full power, he broadcast his voice throughout the Soul Society.​

“Everyone, we are under attack by Espada-level threats that have invaded Soul Society, and from what I can discern, they are targeting divisions. Return to your divisions with urgency and try to bring back as many samples as possible…I repeat, the war has begun!”


During this time, Josho would have already left to grab the case with the rest of the stuff for Jushiro, handing it over, knowing just as quickly they gathered would disperse to gather and defend their divisions.​

 

[GhoulBunny]

CLING!
The clash of their blades rang out, steel grinding against steel. Sparks flew, and Ren braced herself—but Gyōja moved faster.
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“Byakurai.”​

The word snapped the air apart, and before she could fully process it, the blue bolt of Kidō lanced from his fingertips.

Ren moved—but not fast enough.

The crackling bolt clipped her thigh in a searing flash of pain. She bit down a yelp as the electricity snapped through her muscles, knocking her balance off. Her left leg buckled slightly, a tremor shooting up through her hip.

“Shit—!”

But she barely had a second to recover before something else hit her senses.





A deep, muffled BOOM!! rolled through the air, distant but unmistakable—a tremor from the direction of the Tenth Division.



Ren’s blood went cold.


It wasn’t just the noise—it was the ripple of oppressive spiritual pressure that followed, too big, too alien. Her instincts screamed at her before her brain could even process it.


Arrancar.


It had to be.


Fear slammed into her chest like a hammer, stealing the air from her lungs. Her golden eye widened, her pulse thundering in her ears.



Her spiritual pressure flared out of control, crackling wildly around her frame, the raw electricity of her soul betraying her panic. Amanozako buzzed violently in her hand, almost eagerly.




Without thinking, she staggered a half-step toward Gyōja, her voice tearing itself out of her throat.


“Purple Head-!“

The shout cracked the air, sharp and raw.

Her wide eyes snapped to Gyōja, chest heaving from the clash of fear and adrenaline crashing through her system.

“EXPLOSION—! IT HAD TO HAVE COME FROM THE TENTH DIVISION!”
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[GhoulBunny]

The tension was immediate.

Yūgure had barely set foot past the Twelfth Division gates when the air changed—thickened with spiritual pressure that prickled against her skin. Her steps slowed as the Lieutenant of Squad 12 approached to address her.
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“I am the acting Captain in charge of the 12th Division, what urg—”​

He never finished.

The blast crackled into the air, cutting him off mid-sentence. Yūgure stiffened instinctively as the blast blared through the division, her trained senses immediately picking up on the tremors that rattled the ground beneath her feet.

An explosion.

Her head snapped toward the east, where the sky above the Tenth Division bloomed with smoke and scattered energy signatures like falling embers. Within seconds, the truth settled like ice in her veins.

They’re here.

The Arrancar.

The war has begun.

Shock rippled through her for a heartbeat. She had been prepared. She had trained for this. But even she had hoped—prayed—for a little more time. Time to rally the divisions. Time to reinforce the gates. Time to root out the unknown threats slinking within the Seireitei itself.

Instead, the war had come to them.

Yūgure’s teeth pressed together behind a composed mask as she watched Michiya react with precision, producing a container of black ink and swiftly carving kido seals into his arms. His movements were quick, practiced, efficient—a stark reminder that the Twelfth Division was far more than their experiments and gadgets when the time came.

His palm slammed into the ground.

The resulting shockwave of spiritual energy expanded outward, carrying his voice across the entire Seireitei:
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“Everyone, we are under attack by Espada-level threats that have invaded Soul Society, and from what I can discern, they are targeting divisions. Return to your divisions with urgency and try to bring back as many samples as possible…I repeat, the war has begun!”​

The words hammered into her like blows, each syllable stripping away the last tattered remnants of her hope for a delay.

By the time Michiya’s announcement finished echoing through the twisted corridors of the Twelfth, Yūgure was already gone.

Traveling back to 9th​

 

[Kami Shia]

As he knelt down as he begged his captain for forgiveness, he eagerly awaited her response; the young Senko's heart started racing in anticipation feeling anxious, his adrenaline started pumping and his wounds stopped aching but felt more like an irritating rash. His eyes were locked to the ground; he didn't feel worthy enough to look Captain Kasu in the eye without feeling discouraged. However, before the captain could respond Keniro felt a weird sensation before witnessing the terrain starting to change, confused and uncertain, the young Senko immediately felt threatened by this unfamiliar power. A circle of water had started to form around the young Senko, skeptical of the situation as he was aware his captain had yet to mutter a single word, so this had to be the work of an outside party not visibly present. He'd quickly move before the circle could fully close around him, he vanished only to reappear in the training grounds far away from his previous position.

"Ren!"

The young Senko would pause for a moment hoping to grab her attention although he would most likely have it after making fun of her.

"Everything is going to be ok... so let's fight together"

Not wasting any time Keniro put on his game face as his reiatsu aggressively left his body cracking the ground beneath his very feet, like dragon awakening from their slumber he let his reiatsu freely flow as he prepared to unleash his true power. The air circled around his body howling like the roar of a dragon, those who witnessed his power could feel a sense of strength and dominance manifest within the young master and those not on par would find it challenging to take a single step let alone lift a single finger. He was prepared to fight with his adrenaline pumping; his injuries hadn't bothered him one bit. Quickly gripping the hilt of his zanpakuto and drawing it from its scabbard in a flash, the sound of his blade pulsing could be heard as well as visibly noticeable.

"Bankai!"

Upon releasing his bankai and simultaneously chanting its name of his zanpakuto as it reformed into a dark liquid metal looking substance coating his arms and hands all the way down to his fingertips and on up past his forearms like a pair of symbiotic gauntlets. However, this metal looking substance did more than just look like fancy armament, however had any took a step near Keniro they would feel it hard to balance themselves as the ground would feel soft and bouncy like a rubber platform. Keniro's iconic smirk crossed his lips as he locked onto his target while chuckling and reappearing in front of the arrancar threat, his fist already in motion to land a direct blow to the target's jaw, his fist only being inches away. His fist had been reinforced with reiryoku for a more explosive attack had this attack landed the opponent would suffer from serious repercussions. Unlike before when he was afraid the young Senko was prepared to act in the face of danger thanks to his older brother, he was not only capable of performing under pressure but act in the face of danger without hesitating. Despite displaying bravery, the young Senko heart felt as if it was about to jump out of his chest, but this situation was literally life or death and if he didn't act soon lots of people could be killed if he failed to act as he did; not only that this was not only the opportunity but the perfect opportunity to redeem himself and possibly reduce his punishment for not answering the last call of duty.​

 

[LucianRedgrave]

Despite Oyuki standing in the presence of his captain for only a few moments longer before he left to be with his own machinations. His heartbeat a steady wardrum as he mulled over his own thoughts. There was something about the ordeal he was inevitably going to be tasked with that gnawed at the forefront of his mind. His captain, a woman of pacifism seeking out the very violence she so openly abhorred. Oyuki couldn’t help but think to himself how heavy the crown must be. He knew Shizukana was in charge for a reason and he was more than happy to stand by her side along the way. Every kingdom needed its knights' protection. The circumstances were no different for those within the seireitei as things unfolded through the fabric of time. Hyorin Gekka however yearned for a taste of the enemy deprived of such a formality when Oyuki had gone to blows with the arrancar within the human realm and now it merely lay in waiting like a sleeping dragon. The bond between the two was unmistakable as it was with any shinigami, yet in the case of Oyuki it was almost volatile in nature. The power they held was merely a drop in their perpetual flowing river. The essence of winter housed in a single entity made for an unrelenting individual as a whole. The pair making up two sides of the same coin. Oyuki was on his way back to his own room at this point in hopes of returning to his communion with his zanpakuto and just as the foot crossed the threshold of his own room things took a turn. The very atmosphere took on an entirely new weight. His somber gaze no longer present as alarm bells soon accompanied the sensation he had just encountered. He didn’t need to try hard to sense everything that was going on around him. The sensation in the air was palpable as these presences began to pour into the seireitei in nearly every segment of it no less. His somber gaze now filled with fervor as his milky cerulean eye filled with life. Amongst this he received confirmation from none other than Michiya the acting captain of the 12th division. Something of a surprise given the circumstances of the matter. His voice booming over the entirety of the seireitei with a sense of urgency expected in the eyes of Oyuki.

“Everyone, we are under attack by Espada-level threats that have invaded Soul Society, and from what I can discern, they are targeting divisions. Return to your divisions with urgency and try to bring back as many samples as possible…I repeat, the war has begun!”

Oyuki didn’t necessarily require the confirmation from Michiya but it was welcomed his nose for combat like that of a bloodhound, his need to weed out the weak on fathomable by that of the Date family and more over the machinations of his captain would have to be brought to bare one way or the other. His position on what to do with himself now shifting like the seas within the human world. His reiatsu often ambient now pouring from his form and began to fill the barracks all the same. Where Kazuki misjudged just how Oyuki felt earlier there would be no mistaking it in a moment like this. The lieutenant of the fifth division had an insatiable hunger for what was to come. Even as the alarm bells went off in each and every member of the seireitei those that remained within fifth division were soon found huddled within their barracks courtyard even one of Captain shizukana’s dolls as Oyuki often called them was present. This one in particular eagerly awaits the arrival of the man himself. His reiatsu pouring from his form was only accompanied by that of an abrupt use of shunpo as he took another step beyond the threshold of his door only to vanish.

His image reemerged on frost bitten air amidst his subordinates and his gaze was nothing less than chilling. Soon his stern tone filled the open air of the fifth division and those that opted to join him were met with words of encouragement and disgust all the same.
“We’ve got a reputation to repair, fail Captain Shizukana and I’ll kill. Fail the seireitei and well there won’t be much left for you to mourn. Some of you head to 12th division, protect their scientist at all cost. Information can make or break a battle both present and future. The rest of you will go to the 4th division and protect them in their duties as well. I am sure their captain won’t mind the aid either. And someone tell Hyoroshi he’s needed in the Kido Corps headquarters, there’s a mutt that needs tending too…” Even amidst the chaos Shizukana’s mod soul was no longer at Oyuki’s side. It had been filtering through the lump sum of them handing out trinkets. The trinkets in question however were none other than Shizukana’s trademark stickers; the small figure could be seen hopping about slapping some on the shoulder, others on the cheeks, and some on the tops of their feet.

Oyuki looked around, seeing them all poised to depart and in that moment he would look at them and utter a single word. “Dismissed” When the sum of them departed from Oyuki’s presence he wasn’t long for his own position within the fifth division. Hyorin Gekka was letting out a silent wail only pertinent to the ears of Oyuki himself. His zanpakuto was clawing at the forethought of battle on the horizon. It knew just the same as its master this was what they lived for, a weapon of war baptized by fire and snuffed out by the bite of winter. They were an unfathomable force that some could only hope to come to terms with when met with their end. Oyuki and the rest of the 5th division was on the move. Winter was coming to greet those who chose to sully the sanctuary that was the seireitei

Traveling to Northwest Seireitei
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