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First Division barracks, the captain's office.
Moyu entered without ceremony. Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni only stroked the long white beard resting on his chest, his expression showing little surprise. Since the day he had decided to hold Moyu accountable yet accept him regardless, Moyu had long since abandoned formal courtesies.
"Old man Shan."
The address, identical to Shunsui's, drew a faint look of resignation from the Head Captain. "Captain Moyu," he rumbled, "what is so urgent?"
Moyu seated himself across from him, unhurried, and recounted everything he had brought back from the world of the living. As his report deepened, the lines across Yamamoto's brow grew heavier, his thick white eyebrows knotting like twisted ropes.
"Arrancar. Menos Grande. Hueco Mundo conspiring with them…" His voice dropped lower, anger restrained. "Void Boundaries. Reiatsu Collapse…" He had not expected Aizen's research in Hueco Mundo to advance at such speed. If Menos and Arrancar were unleashed into the living world unchecked, the devastation would be beyond measure. Countless deaths would flood Rukongai with souls, throwing its fragile balance into chaos.
"The old man understands." The weight of fury pressed behind his voice, though he contained it for now.
"Actually," Moyu said, his tone hardening, "I came not only with Urahara Kisuke's discoveries."
At that, Yamamoto's eyes sharpened, steel bright, piercing into Moyu's. Yet Moyu held his gaze without the slightest falter.
"In just over a month," he continued, "Aizen has already developed Reiatsu Collapse through the Hōgyoku and his own methods. Give him more time, and it will spiral out of control. Since we understand his weapons better now, it is better to act and end this coming war on our terms."
Yamamoto fell silent. His head dipped slightly, his voice rumbling deep when it emerged. "The old man has thought of this as well. But matters are not so simple. What if Reiatsu Collapse and these barriers are only what Aizen allows you to see? He knows Soul Society inside and out. We only see his mask, and even that is a disguise. Strike recklessly, and we risk playing into the trap he laid."
He did not need to say more. Moyu understood. Yamamoto would never gamble blindly with the lives of his subordinates. A captain must measure risk against duty.
"So it seems I'll have to give up this chance…" Moyu muttered.
"Not quite." Yamamoto's eyes lifted, burning with fire beneath their heavy lids. "At the last captain's meeting, I spoke of seeking traces of Aizen. That mission has been ongoing. Shunsui and others already began exploratory incursions into Hueco Mundo a month ago. With Technology Development Bureau support, they pushed past the outer sands into the inner circle. Recently, they discovered vast congregations of Menos Grande. But the expeditions are now frequently attacked by Hollow packs. According to the latest reports, they are close to Aizen's location."
Hearing this, Moyu regarded the old man anew. Yamamoto was no mere relic of brute force. His command endured not only through power but also through strategy, foresight, and the burdens of leadership. What Moyu had imagined, Yamamoto had already set in motion, tempered by caution.
"So, even had you not come," Yamamoto's tone rose, his reiatsu pressing like a drawn blade, "the old man would have given the order: eliminate Aizen and his traitors."
The office dropped into suffocating silence, the air thick with restrained killing intent. The rage Yamamoto carried since the betrayal now burned, unhidden.
"I see." Moyu's expression turned thoughtful. "Then the captain is already set on this path. In that case, I won't interfere further." He rose, turned toward the door.
But before he could step out, Yamamoto's voice rumbled behind him like fire breaking stone. "Be prepared. What lies ahead will be a battle more vicious than anything before."
Moyu paused briefly, then continued out into the hall. The weight of war settled over him.
—Three days later.
Technology Development Bureau.
When Moyu appeared once more, it was not Buburine but Nemu Kurotsuchi who greeted him. Her bow was flawless, her words precise. "Mr. Moyu."
Her obedience, her uncanny poise, carried something unsettling. To Moyu, she seemed like an echo of Kurotsuchi Mayuri himself, a surrogate left in his absence.
Nemu did not mind his gaze. She lowered her head and spoke softly. "Urahara Kisuke has completed his results. Please, follow me."
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