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Ok, so apparently I was wrong on the whole uniform aspect of my thoughts and thus here I was again. Right in front of my mirror, now, wearing a white version of whatever I wore initially but with a blue shitagi and some blue stripes on my, otherwise, white kosode that had two circular designs in the chest region. Blue was for the males and it seemed the females wore Red. This meant one thing for sure, that was that the uniform got implemented right after the previous sword school of Yamamoto had been turned into the Spiritual Arts Academy.
It had been a month and a half since my last integration into the academy lifestyle and around three to four months, I would say, since I had been transported to this world in this new spiritual body. The first week after getting admitted, in the academy, it was spent whilst getting familiar with the schedules, the layout of the academy and remembering the different teachers and different arts.
Oh, and did I mention that the calendar, or anything remotely resembling a calendar, that was being used around here was something that I had zero idea about since it was ancient and Japanese. I had only been counting the days I had spent in this place and that was the calendar, self-made mostly, I had been following since I appeared here.
In all honesty, the most exciting part of that first week in the school was when I was presented with my first, very own, Aasūchi and was told about how I would have to train with it day and night to imprint my soul on it so as to awaken my own zanpakutō spirit.
Having that blade in one's hand, touching it for real at the time, felt overwhelming as my thoughts drifted to the zanpakutō creator Nimaiya Ōetsu. This was an important part of Soul Society and the Shinigami as a whole, thus I was excited at the prospect of being able to have my very own zanpakutō at last. Something real and not cosplayed. Something that was a component of me, a part of me.
I could remember the last time I had ever ventured into my inner world, which was one of my most harrowing experiences right after death, and it was the first and last time I could ever enter my inner realm again. I didn't know what was wrong with my technique as I could perform Jinzen rather well but, for some reason, still couldn't tap into my spiritual inner realm to meet my zanpakutō spirit. It seemed she was frisky, if last I remembered the zanapakutō spirit within me gave me any indication as to her personality, a femme fatale for sure.
But besides all that, the weeks went by silently as I adjusted myself to the new curriculum I had for me.
Classes were divided into timed lessons in a day. My week schedule included basic Zanjutsu and Hakuda first, that is swordsmanship and close-quarter combat classes respectively. I knew about them and I also knew that there were other lessons for speed movement called Hōho and there was the entire branch of Kido arts to learn as well. The focus of education currently seemed to be combat-based, still, with only one or two odd lessons like History and, surprisingly, Research and Development; but it seemed to be at its really infantile stage.
One could even try and apply for extra Tactics lessons as well from the 2nd Division Captain. Someone named Shihōin Hisae. Now that was news for me, and also the fact that I knew about the clan, and who would be born in it, brought a smile to my face. All in all, it seemed to be an exciting future up ahead with different learning experiences and new faces.
Of course, I had to adjust accordingly to the time period and the different culture around me as well. It was gradual and I still had some cultural differences to understand but overall it was a slow process. Hygiene and sanitization was still a bit lacklustre at the current timeline, it seemed, but in the established Seireitei the system for personal hygiene was still far more developed than the Rukongai, this I had noticed.
Whereas the Seireitei operated with a far more upstanding approach the Rukongai citizens still had to make do with whatever they could build from their past experiences, and whatever the current human world was at historically.
I did not know much about the current timeline in the Human World and I could, damn well, not read the calendar system, the Seireitei, were using as I mentioned before. From what I remembered of the manga, the Soul Society mostly was depicted in a feudal era-esque society with a military system; with added modern amenities like the Soul Pager for instance, that resembled a flip phone Rukia had.
It indicated me to the fact that even though Soul Society may not change its government very soon, it still was a progressive bunch that didn't shy away from incorporating the new modern tools used in the human world and will start to develop more with the human world simultaneously in the near future. The whole of Seireitei most probably grew in progressive ways even more when Urahara had established the research division building for the 12th Division barracks. So, no flip phones till Urahara spawns I would guess because the Seireitei, right now, was really backwards in terms of development.
But that was all to, as I said most probably, happen and change gradually in the future and I had classes to attend to today.
So looking over myself for the last time, I closed the wardrobe and opened the dorm room door to walk out into the hallway, my Aasūchi sheathed on my hip.
A, proper, month and more had passed and at that time I have had much to think and plan about for the future. For my future.
How I could potentially leave it unaffected, with minimal repercussions. How I could change some things and which events were better off left unchanged and untouched. It had been a month of careful deliberation but I had to take things slow.
I will not lie. This new life that I had been given, of being reborn into the very series I adored and loved so much, was enough of a gift from whoever it had been. Being a person who never looked a gift's horse in the mouth, I accepted this life and now my heart yearned for a dream to live for. This was Bleach.
This was a story written by a person who became my lifelong goal, in my previous life he was my dream; and now, since I am living in that world, fiction or not, one name kept echoing in my heart amongst the wails of evil and power that sang to me in this world. One name to silence them all.
Unohana 'Yachiru' Retsu.
If this new life was a lie and I'm living a dream, I still have her name singing in to my ears before I closed my eyes forever in this dream.
I had seen her this past week, once. She had been on her way to a meeting and I was able to greet her and make just some small introductions before she left. She asked about my conditions and had been happy to hear my gradual wellness return.
It was refreshing to talk to her in the flesh and no matter how many times I saw her with my own two eyes it was still not enough. I felt that my future, in this world, now I could see the path to it more clearly. It was all joined with hers. I will save her and I had subconsciously made up my mind since the first time I saw her. The canon storyline could take a hike as long as I was able to save Unohana before the end of my story, and it was something for which I had to become the one thing that every character in any universe would want to become.
Powerful.
If Unohana was truly as I knew she was written, she would never accept my help without a fight. And for that, to match her in all her greatness, I needed to be insanely strong; and I needed to be insanely knowledgeable about things related to Medical Aid in Seireitei. This was "Bleach", better yet this was a fictional universe with wack physics and world rules. The things that were defined 'impossible' in my world could most probably work here due to the rules of this reality.
Power came in different forms. Power didn't only mean the physical brute strength, but also the strength in the mental aspects. Power was having the ability to change things we can, on our very own, and that is exactly what I needed to gather and accumulate. There was still a lot of time left in my future right now, what with the longevity of souls.
When my first week was spent in the forests of this world, scavenging for food and shelter, I had nothing to look up to. I didn't know where I was, where everyone were, who everyone was. I didn't know my purpose in this world when I first woke up here in agony unlike any other but, then I was also saved and healed as well. I don't know why I was reborn here and I still haven't been able to figure out the very crux of the question.
Why me?
But when I realized about this world, the people, the places, felt a blade on my skin as I battled for life and death again and lastly, when my eyes met "Her", my purpose was created. My road was paved. She was to be the end, and I had been rambling for a bit about her again.
Back to the present, with everything settled on my end I was ready to head out for my first class of the day. It was a new week and I had some lessons to review over on some Kidō so I put that on my priority list and headed towards the assembly hall. Now one more thing to mention, I had learned shunpo and let me tell you, shunpo is cool but hard as hell to get a grip on.
The first time I tried it I had exhausted myself and, also, ran myself straight into the ground as I lost my footing mid-steps. How did that feel? It was humiliating, end of discussion. I could still remember some of the snickers that I had heard whilst I tried to maintain my straight face with a face full of dirt, but I improved, little by little. I trained on it and currently, had been able to just, slightly, start utilising my reiatsu in a more tamed and controlled way.
Now that was another matter. My reiatsu, it was something that I was really unfamiliar with and the way it subconsciously responded to my emotions and actions, it had taken me a while to get used to being able to use certain abilities now that made it really convenient in situations. You know those moments, when you have a certain equipment in the garage you have always overlooked but when you use it for the first time it's so useful you go "Ohhhh, so that's what you do?!". Yeah, exactly that.
The first time when I used shunpo I couldn't figure out what happened. It was instantaneous and yet I could see everything but, I wasn't used to being able to process my visions that quickly and that was the reason I actually face planted myself while also wasting a good chunk of reiatsu.
It had been a slow process that had already passed two weeks, through which I was able to slowly adjust myself to my new physique and body. Daily training became a new part of my new routine and it was tough sticking to it because I never did, even in my old life. I was a person who did most of his things spontaneously and that is one of my biggest flaws that I could feel had transferred over as well, but the thing is I could control that urge now.
It was most probably that I was projecting some traits of the person whose soul originally belonged in this body. And it seemed to be a good thing due to the fact that the daily training routine had obviously changed some things in my life and had also given me lot of space and time to observe what I lacked and how I wanted to move forward in the future.
The daily training routine had also brought me to notice, the fact that I needed to train truly immensely if I had to make my goals and my dream in this world to come true.
My plan wasn't anything grand like Aizen's or anyone for that matter. I just wanted to save one person and that was all there was to it. But the fact that this place had characters, real people now, who had the ability to shatter mountains, destroy the very walled city I lived in, plunge the world to darkness, kill without anything standing in their path; monsters each and every one, I had to grow stronger.
Didn't matter what your plan was, no matter how big or small. If you are dead, that plan is dead as well. So I had to, no, needed to get stronger, stronger than anyone else.
And keep it quite as well.
Since it was all for her.
The academy came into view as I watched many other new faces in the vicinity while I walked in. I think I forgot to mention that I had also met up with two of the newer Captains in the current Gotei, the ones that were new to me; one of them actually being the Captain that saved me, Mori-taichō, if I remembered it correctly. It was quite a different experience.
It happened during one of the days when I had stayed back in the academy, a bit longer than necessary, to work on understanding and perfecting the Bakudō spell #1 Sai (塞, Restrain). It was part of my new dedication routine.
I had almost an abundant time now compared to the measly human lifespan that I had before, so case in point, if I was careful enough I could literally live a long life to perfect everything I do by taking in every detail carefully. My inherent laziness was slowly being melded in and tempered by the overlapping personality of the old soul as well, and it helped me in staying focused and take my own time to perfect my skills, unlike when in my old life I would've skipped for a week and only then continue my work no matter the deadline.
It was one of my old vices, I both loved and despised doing work when they reached the deadline periods.
Back to the Captains, I was very surprised that they actually even came around the Academy Grounds to stroll through. They had introduced themselves and Mori-taichō, who I came to know was named Mori Teruo and was the Captain of the 7th Division, had quite a friendly personality from what our actual formal meeting clued me in on. That also clued me on as to why Mori-taichō probably came around to meeting me in the training area, since I knew the 7th Division Barracks were a lot closer to the Academy Grounds, like the 6th Division.
Mori-taichō, despite me being every bit, little, nervous at our first interaction besides the incident had taken the reigns of the conversation and helped to steer it better.
(-"You're taking your time seriously in the academy mm? How's it feel now? You look sharper than usual Hibarashi-kun!"
-"Your reiatsu is turbulent, in battle with each other even. Try and focus on creating a balance."
-"Kidō spells are like an intent given form through focused order and control of reiatsu. Give your spell a focused intent and nothing will break free if you have enough control, Hibarashi-kun.")
He was easy-going and had asked me about my recovery and had high hopes, in a sense, as he told me about my reiatsu. He even gave me tips to help me with the Bakudō which I was really appreciative of. The other Captain had been a pretty calm sort of person as well.
The other Captain, Kimiyashi Itsuo, I found out was the 3rd Division Captain and he was pretty much a level-headed person during the meet-up that we had. As eccentric and easy-going Mori-taichō was, Kimiyashi taichō tempered his more eccentricity with his pleasant, soft-spoken personality.
(-"Let the boy have his space Teru."
-"It is a pleasure to meet you Hibarashi Ryūzen, it's not every day someone leaves a mark on this guy."
-"You are interesting Hibarashi. It is refreshing to see someone with drive.")
Both of them were far more conversable than I had originally thought and it actually grew a kind of curiosity in me to know how this new Captains would die, especially in how much of a gruesome way. Weren't the Gōtei13 still a powerhouse, only until the recent string of Captains, near before canon? I had always presumed that Isshin's generation had far, more, powerful Captains than any of the new generation besides, obviously, Kenpachi Zaraki, and that was a fact.
My thoughts even went back to some of the older generation Shinigami as well, like Kirinji Tenjirō for instance. We all learned the fact that Unohana had learned medical healing from Tenjirō at some point in time of Seireitei history but I had not been able to get a glimpse nor talk of the male Captain anywhere.
-'Could it be possible he had already departed for the palace?'
It was an interesting piece of information I had put in the backburner as it certainly gave me an idea about the timeline where I was at even more clearly. The past was real and I was about to relive it all but with a divergence in future, I suppose. Instead of apprehension my soul thrummed with glee. It was excited to face this new world. Deep within I wanted to truly experience this world, pain, love everything in between.
Most of all, I also wanted to know about the new Captain's zanpakutōs as well. Imagine all this new abilities that we never came around to witness. Legacies, storylines we never heard of or seen, that we all speculated of, but I guess that it would be sooner or later they came to form.
The time now was to amass influential power. Then, I would most probably be able to access their records if I am able to at least reach their level of influence and strength to be recognised, later on. It was, as I said, a goal in the making. Butterfly effect or whatever, I just didn't want to think about any of the future consequences.
-'The only thing I need to focus on right now is getting in to a respectable position in 4th Division and then become a Shinigami that doesn't take shit from no one. After that, we will see.'
All in all, the meeting with the new Captains had been quite an interesting event and I looked forward to getting to know many of the other new Captains that I didn't know as well.
Other than that, the days that I had been spending in this place had been all but filled with the new dedicated routine work I had made for myself, reading extensively whatever I could about the current history, and I had classes to attend to now.
I walked through the wooden frame doors that were already slid to the side as I proceeded to go inside the class with not a single word to anyone while I searched for my seat. The students seemed to mingle amongst themselves mostly, so I just walked in without trying to announce my presence to them. My eyes caught my spot and reaching my desk I sat down, right at the corner, three seats down from the last.
It was my ideal place and with that, as I watched many other students pile in to the classroom and settle down, the teacher for the class had entered and now, it was another day of learning Shinigami things, another day to build.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that someone must, surely, be following me since I got into academy. They always felt like a black spot in an open sea. As I mentioned before, different reiatsu sense.
Same Day
8th Division Barracks
For Tomogami Koko it was the same old routine again.
"Ahahahahaaha!!! Nanako-chaaaaan, Koi-Koi!!!"- A boisterous laughter continued from Teruo.
It was another day of trying, for the lieutenant of 8th Division, as she watched the events unfold before her.
"Grrrrrrrrr!! You Never Let Me Win!! Fold Now You Piece Of Dried Steak!!!"- A raging insult came from a female, bluish-black hair and spectacles on, who wore the 8th Division Captain haori as well, one Ōtsuka Nanako. The laughter only grew.
Trying to keep sane as the two Captains raged and insulted each other laughingly while she tried to maintain a certain amount of decorum for her Captain, who obviously didn't care much for it.
"C'mon!! Loser!! Beat me first!!! Ahahahahaha!!!! See how she is desperate to win Itsuo! Ahahahaha!"- A certain third Captain with green hair meanwhile sipped on his tea as he kept to himself while holding the cards he had on his hand, ignoring whatever Teruo spoke to him.
'Well, at least Kimiyashi-taichō has a certain amount of decorum.'- Koko thought to herself as she made way to pick up the empty utensils in the vicinity and while compiling a list of things to bring from the Barrack kitchen. Looking at the time of the day which was nearing the early noon she knew, the game event these Captains were playing would go on to be a long one.
-'It's about to be a long day.'
Koko knew this was one of the few routine game days that her Captain used to spend with the Captains of the 7th and 3rd Division and, occasionally, where even the Captain of the 10th Division would join in. It was just some card games with tea and Koko knew that her Captain loved to spend her time playing games on those days.
-'It's actually good that she, at the very least, is trying to relax.'
After Koko had taken the empty utensils and walked out the room to refill the portions, Teruo merely turned towards Nanako as his smile softened slightly than his earlier grin. Itsuo caught on as he merely kept his focus while Nanako also kept one half of her attention to the cards in her hand and other half towards Teruo.
With only three of them in the room right now Teruo merely placed one card down and then started the conversation he had in mind.
-"Ōno-pachi is troubling me Itsuo-kun. Why did he disappear again all of a sudden?"
"So there is already movement from Sōtaichō, Teru?"- Itsuo asked as he picked a card from the front.
"He never gave me much time to investigate in the first place. Then, I get more troubling reports of disappearances in the following weeks, then, a lieutenant is hurt. Also, your Division members were found in the recent ones Nanako-chan. That is what worries me more."- Teruo replied.
"It's very worrying, the situation. Kenpachi Ikuo had also been missing for three days now. The injury of Harajōsuke-fukutaichō has left a growing distrust between the Divisions of 12th and 11th but it has been kept at bay, for now.
-I have heard that Shihōin-taichō was given clearance to use their serving independent division of Ōnmitsukidō to search for him."- Itsuo spoke with slight surprise in his voice to which Nanako replied.
-"Well, if it is Yoko'Ōno who is the criminal I will not leave him alive when I get him. I don't care who brings him in."
-"Nobody expects you to back down from this Nanako-chan, least of all the 12th Division members, but the Ōnmitsukidō, that is a big deal."
-"Nakajima-taichō seems elated. It's not every day you hear Shihōin's very own lethal assassins take up a job for Seireitei. Why not just add them to the roster I wonder."
-"Well Itsuo-kun, it's not our business the Shihōin doesn't want to do that currently."
-"Hmm, I do believe there will be a much bigger response from Sōtaichō if this gets out of hand. Kenpachi Ikuo's zanpakutō is very different than the usual zanpakutōs."
-"A living-type zanpakutō. It's been many years but the only other I've seen of this type currently is Unohana-taichō's Minazuki (肉雫唼, Flesh-Drop Gorge)."
-"I think there was one more Nanako-chan. During the war, I can still remember a zanpakutō. It created a giant animal with two huge hind legs and massive jaws that opened wider than the Gates of Seireitei."
-"The legendary zanpakutō that you and I can't seem to remember much about Teru?"
-"That's it! We were young then Itsuo-kun, or it probably could just be my imagination at that time because both of us were badly injured, but I know there was one. Or that rumour wouldn't have spread."
-"Hmm, I see."
-"Sometimes I forget you guys witnessed the war from the battlefront, Teruo-chan. Itsuo-chan."
A sigh of reminiscence from Teruo and a silent grimace in Itsuo's face gave Nanako quite a few answers to the statement she just spoke of.
"It's never easy to forget that part Nanako-chan, never easy."- Teruo replied with a sombre tone.
-"Now, I only hope Ōno-pachi is actually blameless in all this and I get to not see a friend turn traitor, a comrade-in-arms at that."
"That will be for the courts to decide. If he is alive and is captured."- Itsuo replied.
"Speaking of courts, the boy you brought back. How's he doing Teruo-chan? Is he as good as you expected?"- Nanako asked, interest clear in her bespectacled blue eyes.
-"Oh Hibarashi-kun? Oh boy, he is doing good, great even I'd say. Really interested in Medical stuff for some reason, thought I wouldn't notice."
-"That is interesting. A new entrant interested in the Healing arts of all things."
-"I know right?! That's the thing I like about this boy Itsuo-kun! Even he may not know but he tends to murmur a lot. Unintentionally, of course, but only in small intervals. Like he is having an epiphany of sorts."
-"Like when we mentioned about Unohana-taichō and his own reiatsu as well?"
-"Right on the mark Itsuo-kun!"
-"Muuuu~ I want to talk to the boy too if you guys talk like this about him!"
-"You'll get your chance Nanako-chan. Matter of fact, next month when I have to check on him again we can go together, all three of us again. I'll have to give the report to Sōtaichō monthly for a few years anyway."
-"Hmm, fair enough, it seems Tokoyami-fukutaichō has arrived as well."
"Heads up everyone."- Nanako spoke out as a few moments later Koko arrived into the room with no tea or food but only a message.
-"Taichō, the Sōtaichō has called for a meeting urgently. A missive was sent to each and every Division. The lieutenants have been told to attend another meeting as well."
That raised a few eyebrows in the room.
-"Strange, no Jigokuchō (地獄蝶, Hell Butterfly) this time. What are the odds?"
-"Selective? Nana?"
-"We'll find out I guess, let's go Teruo-chan, Itsuo-chan!"
Few hours earlier
32nd District, North Rukongai
-"…di….d…t…I…id…o..it…I…dn.."
Rambling unintelligible gibberish, a pale faced figure wearing a torn-up haori with the 11th Division symbol, while holding a bloodied Nodachi, walked with staggering footsteps towards another bloody figure wearing a Captain's haori as well who seemed to have been pierced through their torso with a black sword that seemed to slowly feed on them.
The sword, belonging to a monstrous blackish-grey humanoid being that had no facial features except for a nose and wore torn hakama, pulsed every now and then as the humanoid figure twitched with every thrum. The bloody pierced figure still heaving with life throbs only whimpered as they gradually lost their physical glow.
-"Heh-he-heeeeeuuuu weel ((mmph!)) nuuut gaaaat aa-aahweeyy with theeeeeees…"
Slurred words amidst ragged breathing broke through the forest sounds and the pulsing sword as the dying Shinigami Captain, from the looks of it, looked towards the, now seemingly possessed 11th Division Captain and gurgled out a bloodied laugh. The almost dead eyes turned towards their captor as downed Captain said in between bloodied coughs.
-"Haha, Haa-h!-aai seeeee. Heeuu-heeuuu are NOT evvvveeen hHEEeeeeMm, hhaaaareee yeeuuuu? Heh, whhhaat a shamme."
Possessed-Ikuo didn't give out any reaction as he stood over the bloodied, defeated, Captain in front of him with staggering steps and then slowly pointed his Nodachi at him. His lips rambling, eyes blank and a trembling hand holding his zanpakutō, possessed-Ikuo merely gazed on with not a single emotion apparent in his face.
The humanoid being besides the fallen Captain thrummed in delight as it seemed to nuzzle into the crooks of the neck of the Captain. The reiatsu it siphoned from the Captain could be seen being channelled through the whole blackened body of the creature.
As if giving no reaction to the plight of his fellow Captain, the possessed-Ikuo merely stabbed him through again as the near-death Captain choked on his blood. This was not what the Captain had in mind when he had responded to the surprise news of some creature in the Rukongai woods ambushing Captains of the Gotei 13.
He had come across a grievously wounded Saitō-fukutaichō of the 5th Division who had informed him that he and his Captain were responding to an attack, here, in the 32nd District. The lieutenant had informed him that they were ambushed by something and his Captain saved his life.
That was yesterday evening.
The Captain had fought the possessed-Ikuo but the night had been his domain. The Captain was overpowered by the possessed-Ikuo and he had been fed upon since the twilight of dawn. But he was sure that reinforcements were en-route. The Captain knew that the Sōtaichō would definitely respond when the lieutenant would present himself ad report as well. It was only a matter of time, but it was a shame.
-'Tch, never an enemy who stabs you in the back unnoticed huh. It is always comrades or closed ones.'
He could feel his reiryoku depleting. The vast reserves he had slowly being fed to the creature situated on his back, sword still pierced through him with even the possessed-Ikuo now siphoning off the remaining reiryoku of his. The Captain regretted coming alone too late in the losing battle.
-'That uniform I saw, it clearly belonged to Satowaru-taichō. He had already been devoured so fast!'
Disbelief couldn't amount to what the Captain felt when he had sensed the miniscule reiryoku signature from the uniform he had come across while fighting the possessed Captain and his humanoid zanpakutō. It was definitely Satowaru Junpei's and he had been killed prior to his arrival.
-'I curse you Kenpachi Ikuo. You will know suffering when you die!'
-"Ghhk! ..xxhaaaiiiii…khhuuuursssssss..eeeeeeyuuuuuu!"
The Captain could only cough out curses as he slowly and surely felt himself slip away from the realm of consciousness. The only thing he remembered last was a soft rambling that only became clear when the noise had somehow died down.
-"It wasn't me."
Present
1st Division Barracks
Assembly Hall
-"This meeting is in session now!"
A massive pulse of reiatsu later, the Captain Commander, Yamamoto Genryūsai addressed the assembled four Captains in front.
"Shūmitsu-taichō, Mori-taichō, Ōtsuka-taichō and Kimiyashi-taichō, you are here because you have been called to duty. There is a problem amidst our ranks. A problem you had told us you would try to solve Mori-taichō."
Teruo stiffened at the proclamation as Genryūsai continued.
-"It seems Ikuo-taichō has lost control of his zanpakutō. The report as procured and, from the statements of one, Saitō Wataru-fukutaichō, while responding to a presumed Hollow attack in the 32nd District of North Rukongai, Saitō-fukutaichō was a,bushed by a black shaped figure who proceeded to grievously injure his left side completely.
-Satowaru-taichō, who accompanied his lieutenant engaged in combat and the attacker turned out to be Kenpachi Ikuo-taichō and his zanpakutō. A zanpakutō that seems to have possessed the Kenpachi completely."
-'Oh boy, the farm is burning down.'
-"The possessed Kenpachi then engaged in brutal combat with the two and managed to further injure Saitō-fukutaichō who only returned due to Satowaru-taichō's presence. He also reported that 10th Division Captain, Takahashi-taichō, has gone on to face the incoming threat of Kenpachi.
-But that was all yesterday."
That one statement instantly brought the Captains up to focus even more.
'What?! Yesterday?!' - was the collective thought first.
-'Oh damn, Taka-chan hasn't been in the Seireitei since yesterday?! No wonder I didn't see him during my early run!'
Genryūsai continued –"Two Captains missing with two injured lieutenants, all having the same culprit that has done this to them. Kenpachi Ikuo has brought shame to this order and I want him brought to justice."
Genryūsai focused his aura on all four of the Captains as he continued – "I am sending you four to keep this contained. The Ōnmitsukidō will be waiting on the gates to take you all to Kenpachi's last known location.
-There is enough tension in the Divisions so make sure to keep this away from Seireitei. If Kenpachi Ikuo is to step another foot in Seireitei, alive, I want himself to be present. Otherwise, if his zanpakutō is truly the cause of it all, he is to be executed on sight. Am I understood Captains?!"
-"Hai! Sōtaichō!"
The authority in the voice of the Sōtaichō seemingly rallied the three into action as all four Captains turned focused and ready for the mission they had been given.
-"Good, now go do your duties as the Captains of the esteemed Gotei 13!"
See you on the next one.
