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A week in the world of the living flew by far too quickly for Byakuya. Despite his best attempts at feigning sickness and injury to remain by the woman's side, she wasn't so foolish as to fall for his trickery. She sent him on his way the morning after his sprint had been removed and his wing had proven to be healed enough for flight. He felt hurt by her actions for some reason. He had grown attached to her during the week they had spent together, yet she hadn't once thought of keeping him for herself. Once again, he found himself empathising with that wild finch.

It was probably for the best, he reasoned. She had indeed mended the bone of his wing well enough for it to finish healing on its own, but she had also done a substantial amount of damage to the open wound around it. While it may have appeared to be scabbed and healing, it was actually the accumulation of plasma cells and white blood cells that were fighting the infection she had caused him with her bogus healing ointment.

The medicine king was away visiting relatives when Byakuya finally returned to the nine heavens for medical attention, which was a blessing in of itself because the real medical genius in the heavens was not the medicine king himself, but his daughter, Retsu Unohana, who worked for him as his assistant. Rumour had it that she had once perused high god Zhe Yan over a hundred thousand years ago, and that her passion in the healing arts was her way of substituting her feelings for the high god.

While Qing Qiu did a great job of hiding their private affairs, they couldn't prevent lesser immortals from gossiping about their matters entirely. One such piece of gossip was about high god Zhe Yan having an illicit affair with the fox empress of Qing Qiu. Such gossip was damning, but one had to wonder why Zhe Yan's loyalty remained so strongly toward Qing Qiu, even after the fox king, high god Bai Zhi, had once fought him for the love of the empress. All anyone knew for certain was that high god Zhe Yan had taken their fourth prince as his own student when Bai Zhen was still a very young kit, and they had been inseparable ever since. Insulting Qing Qiu was the same as insulting Zhe Yan, and insulting Bai Zhen was the same as challenging Zhe Yan, thus, all gossip was put to rest.

"Your highness, how ever did you let your injuries become so serious?" Unohana asked him, returning him to the present.

"It's nothing to worry about. Just make sure there is no lasting damage."

She sighed and shook her head as she used her healing kido to mend his flesh and eliminate the infection. Unohana wasn't a gossip, nor did Byakuya have to worry about her reporting this matter to his grandfather the way he knew her father would have. She valued patient confidentiality, and it wouldn't matter if Dong Hua Dijun himself were to ask her for information; if she saw no importance or urgency behind such a request, she would never say a word a break her patients trust.

His grandfather found out eventually anyway, of course, because the maids couldn't help but gossip about affairs that didn't concern them. Byakuya knew he would be in for a lecture now that he was summoned to meet his grandfather in the assembly hall, yet he didn't expect his grandfather to embrace him as he used to when Byakuya was still a boy. It unnerved him, and made him feel like a young boy again.

"Byakuya, you're back later than I expected. Usually you are so punctual. What happened?"

"I was attacked by the blue demon lord, Nodt, on my return from completing my mission, grandfather. I am ashamed to admit that he beat me by using an underhanded tactic I didn't foresee, and one that I was unable to counter."

"A tactic? That could beat you, Byakuya? Why didn't you use your bankai, Byakuya? You appear to be healthy enough at first glance, but don't think for a second that I am unable to tell that you have lost the majority of your cultivation! Gauging your current spiritual powers, you couldn't be more powerful than any of the dime 'a dozen high immortals in the lower realms. How can I rely on you to wage wars for the celestial tribe, if I can't trust you to use your full strength in a serious battle? How will you convince your troops and generals to obey you when you are rendered into a weakened state due to your own incompetence?"

"It would appear that the crown prince has lost his bankai too; judging by the bladeless hilt attached to his belt. Of course, I could always be wrong." A lazy voice said from behind them. There, lounging on his platform and watching Byakuya be scolded with amusement, while he lazily held a cup of tea, sat Dong Hua Dijun.

"Dijun." Byakuya and his grandfather greeted him, and bowed respectfully until Dijun waved their curtesy away.

"Dijun," Ginrei began, after all, no one had seen Dong Hua Dijun or heard from him in the last three thousand years, yet somehow the more alarming matter at hand won over his grandfather's attention, and he shifted his question from Dijun back to Byakuya, to the latter's dismay, "you lost your bankai?"

"It was stolen. Blue demon lord Nodt would have killed me if I hadn't escaped in time. This was definitely an act of war."

"It was stolen? Along with your cultivation? What does this mean?" Ginrei trailed off in concern.

"It means you will not win this war unless this boy can somehow regain his power, or find a diplomatic solution to appease the blue demon lord, who, might I add, has most likely gained support from other demon lords already after the crown princes defeat." Said Dijun. It wasn't as if the same thought hadn't occurred to Byakuya during the week he spent in the mortal woman's company, in fact he had spent those days cultivating as much spiritual energy as he could in the world of the living.

"Would Dijun be willing to lend us help should we need it to subdue an uprising from the demon realm?" Ginrei implored.

"I cannot retire from my duty toward the stability of the realms that heavenly father and I strove to obtain."

That was as good a confirmation as any, yet it didn't mean they had his promise. It was the best they could hope for in any case. It was fortunate for Dijun to appear in their time of need.

Byakuya stepped forward, "Then for now, I will go into seclusion in the world of the living to regain some of my cultivation."

"Oh?" Dijun's eyes seemed to glow with mirth as he watched Byakuya. In his early years Byakuya had been taught how to protect his mind from invasion, just in case an enemy spy got the better of him and made off with valuable information. Yet there were times when Byakuya suspected that Dijun was capable of secretly bypassing one's mental defences and stealing away their secrets anyway. This was one of those times, but Byakuya wasn't lying. He simply had ulterior motives he would rather keep to himself. Byakuya watched Dijun intently, but if the suspicion in his thoughts was heard, it had clearly been dismissed as unimportant. One did not get away with mind reading by admitting that they did it.

"Does Dijun know of a better place for me to cultivate?"

"The world of the living is as good a place as any since Kunlun mountain has fallen into ruin. I did not however return to gossip and give advice; I am looking for a man who I seem to owe a life debt. Do you know a star lord by the name of 'Jellal'? I have already asked Si Ming, but there are no records of such a person ever existing within the nine heavens. Yet I am quite positive that the person I am looking for is in the business of writing fates and enamouring little girls." Byakuya and his grandfather shook their heads. Who could have possibly earned such a great and seemingly invaluable favour from Dijun? Understanding that the two people in front of him would most likely be useless to him on his endeavour, Dijun disappeared, leaving no room for interrogation. Not that they would dare.

Ginrei sighed and looked over at Byakuya before he tapped his shoulder affectionately.

"Where in the human world will you be rehabilitating?"

"I might return to the cave I found in the mountains." That was all Byakuya was willing to divulge. Who knew what action his grandfather would take if he knew exactly what Byakuya had plans on doing down there? His grandfather nodded and left the hall. Byakuya stood there for a while as he tried to devise a successful plan to infiltrate the woman's life and her home, yet he couldn't think of anything.

"Byakuya!" A female voice called. He cringed. Su Jin was his first cousin, and since Byakuya's parents died when he was still rather young, he was partly raised by hers before they too met unfortunate ends. It wasn't difficult for anyone to see how she thought of him, but spoilt women like her with all her entitlements were not attractive to him in any way or form. Before she could reach the top of the stairs, he cloudrode away to his uncle Lian Song's palace for advice.