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Beyond the end: chapter 3
Just as I got used to the silence...
Bored.
That is the general description of Ichigo Kurosaki's attitude to every day life. For the first 6 months following Yhwach's demise, Nothing had interested him whatsoever. Maybe it was just the spell of war that had been cast over him but more than anything, the silence unnerved him. It irritated him. Especially since he was deemed 'too powerful' to take the role of substitute shinigami. After all, someone of his power could affect the human world negatively should he just ooze a fraction of his reiatsu.
That is why following his graduation at Karakura high school, he decided to focus solely on preparing for university. After many discussions with careers advisors, friends and family; yes. Even Isshin, his insane father, he knew. He didn't want to inherit the clinic. He had the power to rend hollows with a single swing of his blade. He could tear apart mountains with his energy. He had a feeling that power didn't belong in a doctors office. If only he didn't have low-class rookies take over his role, he could fight hollows for a living instead...
No. he had a penchant for saving people. For helping people. For protection. True to his namesake, he knew exactly where he belonged.
"Mr Kurosaki, are you paying attention?"
His eyes shot up; visibly bloodshot yet wide enough to be comparably to dinner plates. "Sorry, what did you say?"
The figure in front of him sighed heavily, a sound that resonated with weary resignation. He was a middle-aged gentleman, impeccably dressed in a tailored brown three-piece suit adorned with gleaming gold cufflinks. The air of sophistication was somewhat marred by his cheap, beige loafers, which seemed out of place on his otherwise polished appearance. Ichigo scrutinized him, noting the academic aloofness that clung to him like a second skin. "He looks like your average, self-absorbed lecturer," Ichigo thought, rolling his eyes subtly, the corners of his mouth twitching in mild disdain.
"Mr Kurosaki, you are new here and while you may be at the top of your class, it is important you take your position seriously. That is why I could really use your help with..."
"With all due respect sir, I have a part time job and work for other classes to complete. You'll have to find someone else." He stood and turned for the door of the man's office. He was rather annoyed he'd wasted his time entertaining the guys invitation just for him to hide a favour for him under the guise of a 'proposition' as you might call it.
Gazing up at Ichigo with a look that was hiding numerous curses, the professor nodded. "Very well, but just understand you are missing a golden opportunity. Being my assistant would look very promising on your resume..."
Ichigo didn't even stop to answer as he left.
"ICHIGOOOOOO!"
Isshin Kurosaki burst through the door of Ichigo's apartment with a manic grin, launching himself into a dropkick aimed squarely at his unsuspecting son. Reacting in a split second, Ichigo deflected the attack with a swift counter kick, sending his father sprawling backward. Isshin landed with a thud, laughing heartily despite the sharp sting of his son's foot. "You never change do you, Dad." Ichigo groaned as he shot a smirk to return the look on his father's face. The door swung open again, and Yuzu and Karin, Ichigo's younger sisters, entered the room. Yuzu, carrying a basket of homemade treats, smiled brightly. "We're here to visit you, Ichigo!" she announced cheerfully. Karin, with a smirk on her face, added, "Including Dad, obviously."
As his family settled into the small living space, Ichigo couldn't help but reflect on the changes in his life since moving out. His social calendar was more active than ever, filled with parties, bar outings, and gatherings with his closest friends from high school. Chad, with his imposing yet gentle presence; Uryu, sharp-witted and meticulous; Keigo, the eternal joker; and Mizuiro, ever calm and collected. Together, they navigated the complexities of young adulthood, their bonds only growing stronger with each shared experience. These moments of camaraderie provided a welcome respite from the rigorous training Ichigo had dedicated himself to.
When not with his friends, Ichigo immersed himself in an array of martial disciplines. Having already mastered karate, he sought new challenges in boxing, Muay Thai, and catch wrestling. His rapid progression in each discipline left his coaches astounded, each marveling at his natural talent and relentless determination. Ichigo's relentless drive pushed him to excel, transforming himself into a formidable fighter. Yet, despite his rigorous training regimen, one would never suspect such a strong and dangerous individual to keep such a clean and stylish apartment.
Ichigo's two-bedroom apartment was a surprising blend of retro and classical styles. The living room, with its polished wooden floors, featured a vintage leather sofa and a glass coffee table adorned with neatly arranged stacks of famous poetry by Shakespeare, law and criminal justice books, and philosophy texts. Framed posters of popular rock and alternative bands lined the walls, giving the space a touch of rebellious charm. The kitchen, compact yet efficient, boasted checkered tile floors and a charming, old-fashioned stove. Each bedroom had its unique character: one with a large bay window that allowed sunlight to pour in, illuminating the minimalist decor, and the other converted into a study, complete with an antique oak desk and shelves filled with well-organized legal folders and philosophical tomes. The bathroom, a haven of relaxation, had a clawfoot tub and brass fixtures, a nod to a bygone era. Ichigo's meticulous care for his living space was evident in every detail, a stark contrast to the intensity of his martial pursuits.
The apartment buzzed with the sound of laughter and lighthearted conversation as Ichigo and his family settled in. Yuzu eagerly shared stories about her latest cooking adventures, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she handed out homemade treats. Karin, as usual, added her own brand of dry humor, making Ichigo chuckle at her witty remarks. Isshin, ever the boisterous patriarch, regaled them with exaggerated tales from the clinic, his antics drawing groans and grins in equal measure. For a moment, the weight of Ichigo's responsibilities seemed to lift, replaced by the simple joy of being surrounded by those he loved most.
As the evening wore on and the chatter began to quiet, Isshin motioned for Ichigo to join him in the living room while Yuzu and Karin busied themselves in the kitchen area. The apartment's retro charm seemed to fade into the background as Isshin's expression turned uncharacteristically serious. "Have you heard from Rukia lately?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing. Ichigo shook his head, a faint frown creasing his brow. "No, Dad. She's been busy. I'm just trying to get on with my life."
Isshin studied Ichigo for a moment, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and understanding. "It's not easy, letting go," he said quietly, placing a reassuring hand on Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo sighed, looking down at the polished wooden floor. "I know. But I can't just sit around waiting for her. She's got her own responsibilities, and I've got mine. Besides," he added with a rueful smile, "I'm not exactly short on things to keep me occupied." Isshin nodded, his grip on Ichigo's shoulder tightening briefly in a gesture of support. "Just remember, it's okay to reach out if you need to. We're all here for you, son." As they rejoined the others in the kitchen, Ichigo felt a renewed sense of resolve, bolstered by the unwavering support of his family.
As the family finished up dinner, the conversation took a lighter turn. Yuzu, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink, hesitated before admitting to having a crush on Jinta. This revelation caused a ripple of amusement around the table. Ichigo, protective as ever, instantly threatened to have a 'talk' with Jinta, his tone half-serious, half-joking. "I'll make sure he knows to treat you right," he said, trying to sound stern but failing to suppress a grin. Yuzu giggled, and Isshin chimed in with exaggerated bravado, "Don't worry, Yuzu, your big brother and your dad have got your back!"
Karin, seizing the opportunity to mock Ichigo, leaned back in her chair with a smirk. "Speaking of crushes, Ichigo, how's your love life? Still pining over Rukia?" she teased , her tone dripping with sarcasm. Ichigo rolled his eyes, but before he could retort, Karin continued, "Seriously, you need to get over her. Maybe you should take some lessons from Yuzu on how to handle a crush." The table erupted in laughter, with Ichigo shaking his head in exasperation. "Yeah, yeah, very funny, Karin," he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. "I'm just not looking for anything serious right now. I've seen a few girls at university, but none of them are 'right for me'."
The conversation soon shifted to more serious topics, and Karin brought up Ichigo's aspirations to become a homicide detective. "It's a perfect fit for you, Ichigo," she said, her voice carrying a rare note of admiration. "All that training and those smarts. You're going to be amazing at it." Ichigo, slightly embarrassed by the attention, shrugged modestly. "It's something I've always wanted to do. I want to make a difference, help people." Isshin, beaming with pride, raised his glass in a toast. "To Ichigo, our future top detective!" The family joined in the toast, their laughter and cheers filling the cozy apartment, a testament to their unwavering support for Ichigo's dreams.
As dinner wound down, Isshin, Yuzu, and Karin prepared to say their goodbyes. The atmosphere was a blend of warmth and reluctant farewells as the family gathered their things. Yuzu gave Ichigo a tight hug, promising to return next month for his birthday with even more homemade treats. Karin, rolling her eyes in her typical fashion, ruffled Ichigo's hair and added, "Try not to get too mushy on us. We'll be back soon enough." Isshin, ever the boisterous presence, clapped Ichigo on the back with a grin. "Take care of yourself, son. We'll see you next month!"
As they stepped out the door and headed toward the elevator, Isshin's phone buzzed with an urgent call. He answered quickly, his voice dropping to a serious tone as he listened intently. Yuzu and Karin, who were a few steps ahead, didn't hear the details but noticed the sudden shift in their father's demeanor. The phone call was from Urahara, whose voice came through with an edge of gravity. "Isshin, we've detected unusual pockets of reishi all around Japan, with a particularly high concentration around Karakura. It's causing significant disturbances, and we need to act quickly."
Isshin's face went from curious to alarmed as he processed the information. "What's causing the disturbances? And who's coming to investigate?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. Urahara's reply was calm but carried an undeniable urgency. "Head Captain Kyoraku has decided to send a captain to handle the situation. The captain assigned to Karakura is Rukia." Isshin's eyes widened in shock. "Rukia? Are you sure?" Urahara's response was firm. "Absolutely. The situation is critical, and her skills are required." Isshin ended the call, his face a mask of worry and surprise. As he caught up with Yuzu and Karin, he struggled to conceal his unease, knowing that Rukia's return would bring both complications and old memories to the forefront.
As Yuzu and Karin reached the lobby, they noticed their father's troubled expression and exchanged concerned glances. Yuzu, her voice tinged with worry, asked, "Dad, what was that call about? You looked really worried." Karin, sensing the gravity of the situation, added, "Yeah, we only heard bits and pieces. What's going on?" Their curiosity was piqued as they wondered what could be troubling Isshin so deeply and how it might affect their family, particularly Ichigo.
Isshin took a deep breath, knowing he had to address their concerns. "The call was from Urahara," he began, his tone serious. "He mentioned some unusual disturbances in reishi around Karakura." Seeing the puzzled looks on his daughters' faces, he continued, "And... there's something else. Head Captain Kyoraku is sending a captain to investigate, and that captain is Rukia." Yuzu's eyes widened in surprise, while Karin's expression shifted to a mix of shock and curiosity. "Rukia? Is she really coming back?" Yuzu asked, her voice full of hope and concern. Isshin nodded, his expression reflecting a blend of apprehension and resolve. "Yes, she is. I think it's best if we let her explain everything when she arrives. For now, let's focus on supporting Ichigo and preparing for her visit." The sisters exchanged glances, their minds racing with questions and a newfound anticipation for what Rukia's return would mean for their family.
As nighttime settled over the city, Ichigo emerged from the shower, steam lingering in the air as he sat on the edge of the tub, his thoughts drifting back to the trials he had faced. The hot water had washed away the grime of the day, but his mind was focused on the countless battles that had left their marks on him. He traced his fingers over the scars that adorned his body—each one a testament to a hard-fought struggle. They were more than just physical reminders; they were symbols of the resilience and strength he had forged through relentless challenges.
Ichigo's thoughts wandered to the many comments he had received about these scars. Some women had called them alluring, a rugged charm that hinted at the dangerous and exciting life he led. He had heard more than a few admiring remarks, often accompanied by flirtatious smiles, about how these marks gave him a distinctive, intriguing allure. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself, finding it both amusing and flattering that his scars, which were once symbols of pain and conflict, had become points of attraction for others.
On the other hand, his training partners had a different perspective. To them, those scars were a testament to his formidable prowess. His training sessions, filled with grueling physical demands and intense combat, were often marked by the silent acknowledgment of his intimidating presence. Each scar seemed to amplify his already formidable appearance, adding to the air of authority and intensity he exuded. As he sat there, the weight of his experiences felt both burdensome and empowering, a reminder of the journey that had shaped him into the person he was today.
After stepping out of the bathroom, Ichigo pulled on a pair of comfortable shorts and a plain T-shirt, the fabric still warm from the dryer. He walked over to his living room, where his laptop sat open on the coffee table. He sat down and began working on his university assignment, which was focused on criminal justice. His current task involved analyzing the effectiveness of various interrogation techniques used in law enforcement, comparing their outcomes with recent case studies. He meticulously noted the psychological impact of different methods and the ethical considerations associated with them, his concentration evident in the furrow of his brow.
RING RING RING
Just as Ichigo was delving into a particularly dense section on cognitive interviewing, his phone rang. It was Chad, who had apparently been chatting with Uryu. "Hey, Ichigo! Got any plans for tonight?" Chad's voice was cheerful, cutting through the silence of the apartment. Before Ichigo could respond, Uryu's voice crackled through the speaker. "Don't let him drag you into another one of his wild nights out. We have a lot of work to do." Ichigo's reply was immediate and hotheaded. "Oh, so now you're the responsible one, Uryu? Lighten up! It's been a while since we've hung out." The conversation quickly turned lighthearted as Chad chimed in, laughing, "Come on, Ichigo, let's hit the town. I promise Uryu will just complain, but he'll enjoy himself. What do you say?" Ichigo grinned and responded, "Alright, I'm in. I'll meet you guys in 10."
With a decisive nod, Ichigo decided to wrap up his assignment tomorrow. He headed to his bedroom, rummaging through his wardrobe for something stylish. As he dressed, he chose a fitted button-down shirt and dark jeans that accentuated his now more muscular frame. Standing in front of the mirror, Ichigo admired his reflection. At over 6 feet tall, his physique had transformed from a lean, athletic build into a more muscular and imposing figure. His shoulders were broader, his chest fuller, and his arms well-defined, a testament to his rigorous training. His chiseled features, from the strong jawline to the defined cheekbones, completed the look. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door to meet his friends, ready for an evening of camaraderie and relaxation.
As Ichigo strode down the bustling streets of Tokyo with Chad and Uryu flanking him, the city lights painted the night in vibrant hues. The trio approached one of the most popular bars in the area, its neon sign flashing an inviting array of colors. The bar, renowned for its lively atmosphere and top-notch cocktails, exuded a magnetic energy that drew crowds. A line of eager patrons snaked around the corner, but Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu headed straight for the entrance.
Chad, with a grin, nudged Ichigo. "You know, Ichigo, I still can't believe you have such clout with the bouncers. Do you actually get a kick out of playing the hero?" Ichigo chuckled, giving a nonchalant shrug. "It's all about helping people out. Besides, they remember me for more than just kicking troublemakers out. I guess I've earned a bit of respect." Uryu, rolling his eyes with a smirk, added, "Or maybe they just know you're not the type to be messed with, especially when you're in one of your moods."
As they reached the entrance, one of the bouncers, a towering figure with a no-nonsense demeanor, spotted Ichigo and immediately waved them through. "Evening, Ichigo. The usual?" he asked, giving a nod of recognition. Ichigo grinned and responded, "You bet. And make sure to keep an eye on Uryu here—he's been known to start a debate over cocktail preferences." Uryu shot Ichigo an indignant look as they walked past. "Hey, I have high standards!" Inside, the bar was a swirl of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. The trio slipped into their usual spot with ease, the crowd parting slightly as they made their way to the reserved table. As they settled in, the familiar, vibrant atmosphere of the bar embraced them, a perfect backdrop for an evening out on the town with good-natured banter.
As they settled into their table, a group of attractive girls at the bar noticed Ichigo and waved him over with flirtatious smiles. Chad and Uryu watched with interest as Ichigo politely declined their advances, his focus unwavering. The girls, slightly taken aback, eventually moved on, leaving Chad and Uryu looking at Ichigo with surprise. "Wow, Ichigo, I didn't expect you to pass up that kind of attention," Chad said, raising an eyebrow. Uryu, smirking, added, "Something must be on your mind if you're turning down offers like that."
Ichigo sighed and leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You guys know my family visited earlier today, right?" Chad and Uryu nodded, sensing there was more to the story. "Well, they mentioned Rukia," Ichigo continued, his tone laced with frustration. "It's just got me thinking about her again. I've been trying to reach out to her, hoping she'd get in touch, but nothing ever comes of it." He paused, his irritation growing. "I even tried sending word through the rookies who were sent to Karakura while I was still at home, but I never heard anything back."
Chad, trying to lighten the mood, gave a reassuring pat on Ichigo's back. "Maybe she's just caught up with her own things. You know how busy things can get in the Soul Society." Uryu, though more pragmatic, nodded in agreement. "Rukia's position and responsibilities are probably taking up a lot of her time. It's not necessarily a reflection of her feelings towards you." Ichigo appreciated their attempts to comfort him but couldn't shake the growing frustration. "Yeah, I guess. I just wish I knew what was going on. It's like she's disappeared completely." With that, Ichigo tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing instead on enjoying the evening with his friends amidst the lively atmosphere of the bar.
Ichigo looked around at his friends, a sudden curiosity overtaking him. "Enough about Rukia," he said, leaning forward with a grin. "What about you guys? How's your love lives going?" Chad, usually reserved about his personal life, took a moment to respond. "Well, I'm pretty focused on my boxing career right now," he said. "I'm training hard, aiming to turn professional in a few years. It's consuming most of my time and energy, but it's what I want." Ichigo nodded appreciatively. "Sounds like you've got your head in the game. I respect that."
Uryu, on the other hand, was more forthcoming. "Actually, I've been seeing Orihime," he admitted, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. Ichigo's eyes widened slightly, and a warm smile crossed his face. "That's great to hear. Congratulations, Uryu." As Uryu looked slightly flustered, Ichigo's mind briefly flashed back to a conversation he'd had with Orihime. He recalled her heartfelt confession about having feelings for him, despite knowing his heart was with Rukia. The conversation had been awkward, but Ichigo had reassured her that she was a valuable friend and that he didn't want to hurt her. Orihime had appreciated his honesty, and their subsequent heart-to-heart had strengthened their friendship.
Back in the present, Ichigo looked at Uryu with a teasing grin. "I'm really happy for you. But come on, Uryu, when are the wedding bells going to ring?" Uryu's face turned a bright shade of red, and he sputtered, "Don't be ridiculous. We're just seeing where things go!" Chad chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful banter. Ichigo couldn't resist adding, "Just remember, Uryu, I still think you look like you're about to start quoting Shakespeare with those glasses of yours." Uryu shot back, "And at least I don't have a name that means 'strawberry' in Japanese!" Ichigo laughed, shaking his head. "Touché. I guess we're all a bit quirky in our own ways." He then turned to Chad with a grin. "Hey, Chad, if you're looking to up your boxing game, how about a sparring session this week? I could use the workout, and it'll give you some extra practice." Chad's eyes lit up. "You're on. It'll be great to have a good challenge. Just don't go easy on me!" The conversation continued, filled with laughter and camaraderie, as the night carried on with the easy comfort of old friends enjoying each other's company.
As Ichigo sat with his friends, engaged in lighthearted banter, his thoughts wandered to Rukia. He recalled their tumultuous journey together—the way he had risked everything to save her from the clutches of the Soul Society. The memories of traversing Hueco Mundo to rescue Orihime were vivid, and he could still feel the weight of the battles they fought side by side. Those moments, filled with danger and camaraderie, had forged an unbreakable bond between them. When Rukia had returned his Shinigami powers, it felt like the world had righted itself, if only briefly.
His mind drifted further back to a tender memory of their shared kiss, a moment of raw emotion amidst the chaos. The feeling of her presence by his side, the warmth of her touch, was something he missed deeply. The way their lives had intertwined, how their hearts had briefly met in that intimate space, made the current distance between them feel even more poignant. Ichigo's longing for her was a quiet ache, a reminder of how much he wished she were there with him now.
The reverie was abruptly shattered when Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu simultaneously sensed a strange reiatsu nearby. The energy was unfamiliar yet oddly reminiscent of something they had encountered before, causing Ichigo to sit up straighter, his instincts immediately on high alert. "Did you guys feel that?" Ichigo asked, his voice low and tense. Chad and Uryu exchanged looks of concern, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, something's definitely off," Chad replied. Uryu's gaze was sharp as he scanned the bar's surroundings. "It's strange—this energy feels oddly familiar. We need to check it out." With a quick agreement, the trio left the bar, their conversation shifting to focused urgency as they set out to investigate the source of the mysterious reiatsu.
Ichigo pulled a small, unassuming pill from his pocket, its surface glinting under the streetlights. Without hesitation, he swallowed it, and moments later, his spirit leaped out of his body. Kon, now in control of Ichigo's physical form, stretched out and grumbled, "Alright, Ichigo, I'm taking over. You'd better come back soon!" Ichigo, now in his Shinigami form, adjusted his attire—his shihakusho was covered by his armored shoulder plates, a white cross strap over his torso and back, and his white haori was wrapped around his waist.
With his transformation complete, Ichigo joined Uryu and Chad, who looked at him with a mix of respect and curiosity. The large black zanpakuto on Ichigo's back and the shorter but still sizeable sister blade at his hip, both of the exact same dark hue, radiated an immense amount of power. This was a sensation Chad and Uryu hadn't felt in some time. "Let's move," Ichigo said, his voice steady and resolute. He turned to Kon. "Remember to lock the doors when you get back and keep everything secure. I don't want any surprises." Kon gave a begrudging nod and shuffled off towards Ichigo's apartment.
Ichigo, Uryu, and Chad made their way toward the large alleyway nearby, where the strange reiatsu was most concentrated. As they entered the dimly lit alleyway, the shadows around them seemed to come alive with the strange energy. Chad broke the silence, his voice tinged with unease. "This place feels off. What do you think we're dealing with?" Uryu nodded, his gaze sharp as he examined the surroundings. "Yeah, and this energy—it feels oddly familiar. Any ideas, Ichigo?" Ichigo, his expression focused, drew his zanpakuto—the large black blade from his back and the shorter but still sizeable sister blade from his hip. Both blades, emanating a significant amount of power, were clearly impressive. He cautiously extended his blade toward the energy source.
In an instant, the energy seemed to vanish as if absorbed by Ichigo himself. The alleyway fell into an eerie silence, leaving the trio in stunned disbelief. "What just happened?" Uryu asked, bewildered. "Did you see that?" Chad's voice was equally confused. Ichigo, equally perplexed, sheathed his blades and shook his head. "I'm not sure. It was like the energy was absorbed into me." The three friends exchanged puzzled looks. "Let's head back to my apartment and figure this out," Ichigo suggested. With a renewed sense of urgency, they retraced their steps, eager to unravel the mystery of the vanished reiatsu.
In the dimly lit confines of the Soul Society's Squad 12 laboratory, Mayuri Kurotsuchi paced restlessly, his mind clearly troubled. His usually meticulous radar, a sophisticated device of his own invention, had shown a peculiar blip of reiatsu that then vanished without a trace. "How could a blip on my radar simply disappear?" Mayuri demanded, his voice laced with irritation. "Akon, explain this to me immediately!"
Akon, his assistant, looked up from his console, anxiety clear in his expression. "I-I'm not sure, Captain. The readings were clear, but the energy just… vanished. It's as if it was absorbed or suppressed suddenly." Mayuri's eyes narrowed, his frustration palpable. "Absorbed or suppressed? Are you suggesting that our equipment is malfunctioning, or is it the result of sheer incompetence on the part of Squad 12?" His voice grew sharper, causing Akon to flinch. "I expect better from you all. This is unacceptable!"
Mayuri took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure. "Contact Urahara immediately. I need to know if he has received any word from Captain Rukia Kuchiki." Akon quickly complied, sending a message to Urahara's shop. Moments later, Urahara's voice crackled through the speaker. "Mayuri, I've just received confirmation. Captain Rukia Kuchiki has arrived." Mayuri's expression shifted to one of focused determination. "Good. I'll need to speak with her as soon as possible. There's more to this situation than meets the eye." With that, Mayuri turned on his heel, his mind already racing with theories and plans as he prepared for the next steps in his investigation.
Mayuri paused, his brow furrowing as he considered the implications of the missing reiatsu. "Akon, do we have any information on the location where the reiatsu disappeared?" he demanded. Akon quickly checked his records before replying, "Tokyo, sir." Mayuri's eyes gleamed with curiosity and intrigue. "Tokyo, you say? It seems we have a more interesting puzzle on our hands than I initially thought."
That's the end of the 3rd chapter guys! I hope you enjoyed it!
it took me a week to figure out where I wanted the story to go and I know I know, it didn't include any more content AFTER the timeskip :(
I wanted to fit some in but I thought it would make a bit more sense to build it up some more and even add a little bit more suspense towards the end XD
I promise though guys, next week I will add some more information following the timeskip but first, what will Isshin say to Rukia before she goes back to Soul society? What's gonna happen with the Reiatsu and where did it come from? Also how will Mayuri respond following his discovery? I guess you'll find out in the next chapter! XD
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