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~ Stepping Into the Future ~


In the center of the great city of Seireitei, the cleft mountain of Seireiyama towered over the rest of the city. The taller half of the mountain, bearing a shape reminiscent of an anvil, was known as Soukyoku Hill. A massive, straight-edged gorge split Soukyoku Hill from the other half of the mountain, as if a god had cleaved through the mountain itself in an age long past. The second half of the mountain served as the foundation for the heart of Seireitei. It boasted tall white towers, climbing high into the sky; the Central Forty-Six Compound, the Grand Arena of Seireitei, and the First Division of the Gotei Thirteen all existed there atop the mountain where they could look over the rest of the White City.

It was also home to the Cardinal Spirit Library, an immense but outwardly unremarkable building. Considered to be a neutral ground, it was here that the most influential leaders of Seireitei were being gathered. Three weeks after the conclusion of the machinations of the Vasto Lorde Prometheus, and fully one year following the deaths of Maria and Augustus LaSalle, the Central Forty-Six and the Gotei Juusantai were finally having the promised meeting.

It would be a meeting to decide the course of their relationship for generations to come.

Inside the library, the walls climbed high overhead, a cavernous and open chamber that reached fully five stories high. Every wall was a shelf and every inch of shelf was filled with books and tomes. Bookshelves towered overhead, the vast repository of knowledge almost daunting in its completeness. Suspended walkways and terraces held tables and shelves on higher floors, allowing prospective researchers to better reach many of the tomes as well as giving convenient places to sit and peruse the gathered knowledge.

From the entrance, there was a straight path, lined by monolithic shelves on either side. This path led to the center of the library, a circular area holding varied tables. Several steps led down from the floor proper to the sunken meeting area. For this meeting in particular, the library had been closed to all others. Special tables had been arranged.

For the Gotei Thirteen, there was a long, straight table with thirteen seats. In better times, each seat would be filled by a captain, but this particular meeting would necessitate some compromises. Across from the Gotei was a raised desk. This one held six seats, and there were six numbered paper screens in front of each. Only the judges of the Central Forty-Six would attend this meeting; the other forty members had already made their designs known and would be represented by the six. To the right side was another table, this one round, with five seats around one side. On the left, two smaller square tables sat.

The doors of the Cardinal Spirit Library opened, revealing Sayis Inuzuri, the Soutaichou of the Gotei Thirteen. The grey-haired man was clean-shaven, save for the neatly trimmed goatee on his chin, with his one-sleeved white haori sparkling. Moderately tall and broad-shouldered, Sayis struck an imposing figure. As agreed, he had entered unarmed, but none of the meeting members would be foolish enough to believe he was helpless. Though his reiatsu remained muted, he had many times over proven exactly what he was capable of. His footsteps echoing in the quiet library, Sayis headed straight for the center chair of the Gotei's table and seated himself, looking around at the other tables.

Though he was the first of the Gotei to arrive, five of the six seats at the judge's table were filled. Sayis raised an eyebrow at this. He had not heard that any of the deceased judges' positions had been filled, but was more surprised that there was one empty seat remaining. Behind the paper screens, though, there was little that could be made out of the shadowy silhouettes.

On the left hand side, Sayis spotted another familiar face. Isshisouden Tedika, representing the Kidoushuu as its Sousui, inclined his head slightly in Sayis' direction. The master arcanist bore bright red and dark blue clothing; a broad, raised collar framed the back of his head, with bright golden ribbing. Isshisouden appeared remarkably young for his lofty title. Behind dark blue bangs, though, his gold-flecked violet eyes suggested wisdom well beyond the youth of his face. Another point of interest was the scar on the man's cheek, in the shape of an inverted question mark. There was an empty seat next to Isshisouden, presumably intended for the Fuku Kidouchou.

At the other smaller table sat several white-coated individuals. Though he did not know him, Sayis recognized Iha Oudoutai immediately from his reputation. The diminutive man sat on top of the table, rather than in his seat. 'Man' might have been a misnomer, however; Iha appeared, at least physically, to be a child. A little under five feet tall, the President of the Spiritual Research and Development Institute seemed frail. He wore black hakama like the members of the Gotei, but had a unique white coat up top with pointed shoulders. His pale white hair was cut short; two tall horns poked out of the disheveled mop of hair, a not-so-subtle reminder of his line of work. With an unreadable smile on his face, Iha met Sayis' gaze through slitted eyes, without saying a word or otherwise acknowledging Sayis' scrutiny.

The final table was populated by the five Corps Commanders of the Onmitsu Kidou. Each was dressed in the attire of their respective corps, except for their Commander-in-Chief. The Soushireikan, and Gundanchou of the Keigun, stood at the center of his table. The man was taller than Sayis, nearly the height of Ishin, and in lieu of assassin's garb, he was outfitted in heavy black fighting robes reminiscent of the shinigami shihakushou. These robes, though, were edged in grey fur. Red cord wrapped around his sleeves, and a grey scarf wrapped many times around his throat. His hair was ebony, long and wild, and he had a thin beard on his weathered face. The heavy set of his brow left his eyes cast in shadow, but Sayis had no doubt that those eyes were even now boring into him. Five hundred of his Keigun assassins had sought to execute Sayis; they never came back alive.

Yoshinari Matsurine was not a man to forget or forgive such things.

The chambers remained silent, expectant. Sayis broke that silence by introducing himself. "I, Sayis Inuzuri, Soutaichou of the Gotei Thirteen, present myself before this council. Please allow a few moments for the remaining representatives of the Gotei to arrive."

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The remaining twelve seats will be filled by the following:

1) Amaterasu Nana
2) Lucia Frey
3) Uchiharu Haresuno
4) Katsuji Ishin
5) Takimoto Kago
6) Yin Feng
7) Maikeru Lilith
8) Adelaide Pierce
9) Reijuu Kyuketsu
10) ??
11) ??
12) ??

Edit: Theron Ascania (shackled) will be standing.

If you think you should be in one of the remaining seats, get with me to explain why.

 
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Next to enter was the Captain of the Third, although calling it ‘entering’ would be too easy. It was more like appeared. Out of thin air. Without a single warning whatsoever. It called for some unwanted, but it Nana’s case perhaps wanted, attention. Left and right members of the various groups spun their attention towards the imposing figure standing besides Sayis.

Despite her height, being easily dwarfed by the Soutaichou, there was a certain air of finality surrounding the Matriarch that made it all the clearer that she was, by all accounts, the second strongest death god currently enlisted in the Goteijuusantai.

Whereas most of the various people went back to their original business, some of the Keigun remained on guard with their eyes almost drilling a hole directly into the woman’s soul. She was, after all, the successor to the shackled man they came to know as Theron Ascania.

Her mentor, and friend.

The daggers of gazing were easily repelled, however, as the brown-haired Captain took a step forward to announce her own entry.

“I, ‘Shunshin’ Amaterasu Nana,” she began, her voice quite literally booming through the meeting room, her eyes full of confidence, “Matriarch of House Amaterasu of Western Seireitei and Captain of the Blitzkrieg Strike Unit, present myself before this very council.”


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For all intents and purposes, Nana will be seated next to the right of Sayis.
 
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No sooner did Nana sit than the doors opened once more. Striding, as confidently as the tension in the room would allow, Feng made his way inside. The researcher had apparently just changed the linens surrounding him but they had already begun to manifest off colored splotches particularly around the man’s right eye. Trying his best to ignore the ominous feeling building in his mind, the former assassin spoke quickly, “Feng Yin, representative of the Ninth Division.” With a slight bow of his head the steel-eyed researcher made his way to select his seat.

Consciously the researcher positioned himself four seats to Sayis’ right. Using Nana to determine the count, the bandaged scientist counted off quickly before taking a seat. The full might of Seireitei would be assembled here. If prior exchanges between the judges and the captains were anything to go by, this meeting would not be a pleasant one. But what of them?

The scientist was studying the other assembled men, while appearing to wait patiently. Onmitsu is under their thumb. That will not be pretty. Taking his focus away from the problems, the researcher focused instead on the wildcards within the meeting. He had heard rumors that the Kidoushuu was breaking away from merely being a mouthpiece to the judges and the enigma surrounding the Spiritual Research and Development Institute was exemplified in how little fact Feng had dredge up about their president. Rumors had abounded but hard facts were hard to come by.

How the group would work together remained to be seen and anything could, and probably would, happen during this meeting. The least Feng could do was take on the air of authority, as little as he could muster, before men who far outranked him. Let it begin. The biologist thought awaiting the arrival of the others.

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Feng takes the seat 3 to Sayis Right, 2 away from Nana


 
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Seated a short distance from the gathering parties, Kiro Shenrai observed the goings on with a muted anxiety. He was perched before a modest oaken desk, an open book spread before him, pages blank. An ink pot, with a fresh replacement ready, had his quill perched within.

The historian of the Gotei Thirteen, the rust-haired Spy would be there to record every detail of the meeting. Slender fingers dragged the quill deftly across the page, as he began to take note of the growing arrivals. Fiery orange eyes occasionally swept back in an observant gaze at the lone clock within his purview.

Sabigyoushou rumbled in the depths of his mind, eager before the masses of spiritual power that continued to filter into the Cardinal Spirit Library. Paying it no mind, he took a deep, silent breath. If history was about to be made, it would be his job to ensure it be made into writing.

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Not even a minute after the bandaged representative took his seat, another figure quietly stepped through the doorway. The unimposing form of the acting captain of the eighth division barely obscured the sunlight flooding through the entry, yet hidden within his soul was the power and skills to fight on par with most the captains. Unfortunately for those in the library, Kago was currently using his Reiatsu no Senpuku ability to completely veil his strength.

Carefully closing the door behind him, the nobleman strode down the path toward the strong reiatsu signatures before him. Allowing the newly adorned haori to billow behind him, he immediately noticed the collection of empty chairs next to the Soutaichou and mentally noted the number of seats for the Gotei representatives. With several of the divisions without captains, this intrigued Kago more so than the other organizations representatives.

Reaching the chair four seats to Sayis’ left, the acting captain turned his gaze to each figure one by one – deliberately stopping to make eye contact when possible.

“As the Acting taichou of the eighth division and Patriarch of the Takimoto clan, I present myself humbly,” he announced with a bow. “Takimoto Kago.”

Taking his seat, Kago remained silent and focused his eyes on the paper screens of the judges.


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Since odds are to Sayis' right, Kago went four seats to his left for the evens (and what I assume as the 8th division seat)
 
The fifth man to enter, entered with the number of his arrival brazen and bold on his back. There was no grandeur to his arrival, nothing special to punctuate his opening of the door. For the world Haresuno Uchiharu looked and moved like a normal man as he descended to the table where the others awaited.

Black hair with long bangs, and silver rectangle glasses, were the most notable features of his angular face. They drew attention to his cyan eyes, somehow carrying a warm gaze and cold calculation behind them. His hair was neat and tied at the nape of his neck by a red ribbon, the horsetail it made falling past his shoulders to the middle of his back.

The haori he wore was fashioned similarly to Sayis, with only one sleeve on the right side. But where the Soutaichou was missing a sleeve completely, Hareesuno’s jacket replaced it entirely with a cape he hung off his shoulder and allowed to fall past his elbow.

Similarly he was devoid of any weapon, and not even the tall wood staff he used as a walking stick accompanied the tall man.

Taller than most men the Founder-Captain took note of the only other tall man in the room as his cyan eyes passed over the unfamiliar faces, and the all too familiar paper masks of the Judges. He stopped to bow respectfully to the Judges and said, “Captain of the Fifth Division, Uchiharu Haresuno, presents himself before the council.”

The sentence was simple enough. It said no more than what needed to be for the members of the Gotei. Anyone else who had ideas of using Haresuno, and his newly sanctioned noble house, for their own political pulling got another message entirely: while working in the Gotei, representing the Gotei, he was a shinigami and not a noble. A clear line that he had to make.


Turning from the Judges, the Founder-Captain nodded to the other respectable leaders around the room and found seat next to Nana - the second seat on Sayis’s right.

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The towering silhuette, punctuated by blue eyes the color of ice yet now tinged with an ironic warmth, stood in verbal silence between the seats of the Gotei Thirteen's captains and the very people who failed to control him the last time he was in Seireitei. The shackles, made of bloodstone, were no small sign of Theron's current presence as a shinigami, while the fact he was present at all spoke to other designs. Perhaps his nobility, perhaps his final decisions while he had his own sanity.

Normally, the monolith of Ascania was hale and proud, staring down at nearly all the world from such lofty heights. This day, however,his scarred and battered form was covered only in a twilight grey kimono and the evidence of wounds inflicted by those arriving and one far beyond anyone's current reach were still fresh. Especially the gouges of a clawed hand that created a crescent pattern against his neck and collar bone.

Seemingly in spite of all this, his head was held high. That sapphire stare currently bore down on the screen marked 45 with an unflinching gaze that seemed could pierce the simple veil of the cloth and meet the eyes of the one behind it.
 
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"Mabara Tsubaki, Ninth Seat of the Third Division and last of her name presents herself before the council." No boisterous tone, no cocksure lilt to her voice. Long and hastened strides brought the former Templar Queen into the hall and to the table where so many had already been seated.

Regardless of her own feelings and animosity towards the Central Forty-Six, she moved and spoke with an almost unsettling level of calm decorum. Tsubaki owed the man a debt, whether she liked it or not. True, he had tried very hard to kill her during their last meeting, but it was at least an understandable reaction.

She offered no greeting to the assembled Captains, instead merely placing her palm lightly on Amaterasu's shoulder as she passed. With the subtle gesture of support out of the way, the woman took a seat on the far right of the table, as far away from the others as possible in the current moment.

Tsubaki would mind her manners that much was true, but there was no law saying she had to be nice about it.

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From seeming nothingness, the clicking of heels could be heard. Slowly, the energy in the room billowed and rippled, it’s flow yielding a heeled shoe, and then a leg, and slowly more and more of the dark-haired woman was assembled by the will of the world around her. Whereas her comrade from the Third decided to appear all at once, this woman appeared slowly, almost leisurely, as she walked toward the table.

Following her were another pair of legs, these ones wearing more sensible flats, and no haori flowed behind these legs. They had a waiver of unsure footing to them, like the person controlling them wasn’t entirely sure she liked where the legs were headed. She wasn’t at all sure why she was here, but she had a guess These weren’t Captain’s feet, but they were the feet of someone who had committed crimes of unthinkable magnitude. Someone who spoke forbidden words.

As the haori of the Tenth Division flowed behind the materialized torso and dark hair fell behind her, the presence was known to be for certain the only person who would make an entrance like this. Surveying the scene, newly-coalesced orchid eyes surveyed the room, the grandeur, the people in attendance; several important things were noted. First, the presence of newly-minted Judges behind their screens was a matter of great interest, since news of these appointments seemed curiously nonexistent. Second, that this meeting was on neutral ground, and more than just the Gotei and the Forty-Six were represented in this matter. Third, that whatever came next was going to radically reshape Soul Society. It almost had to.

The emerald eyes that formed at around the same time were too busy nervously darting around to really analyze their surroundings. Adelaide was practically terrified. She and her Captain were unarmed, but given what everyone in the room doubtless was aware that no longer troubled the arcanist all that much. She was able to devastate the world without a weapon. That’s the thing that horrified her. What would be the fate of someone who said things meant never to be said?

“Lilith Maikeru,” spoke the dark-haired woman in a calm, almost serene tone that struck a rather stark contrast to the woman in her company, “Captain of the Mystics of the Divine and Vice-Captain Adelaide Pierce, appearing before this august council.”

Part of the Lieutenant wanted to snicker at the Captain’s choice of the word ‘appearing’, since that was literally what they had done, but for once the sheer gravity of the situation outweighed her desire to be a wiseass.
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Lilith is sitting immediately to Sayis' left, and Adelaide is sitting to Lilith's left.
 
His entrance was unremarkable to say the least. There was no electricity in his gait, no pompous swagger trailing behind the ivory cloth of his ragged haori. He was unkempt and listless, bedraggled from head to toe by insomnia’s cruel embrace. The right half of his face was masked away by a fringe of pale hair, yet for the unobstructed eye seen by all, there was a stark look of emptiness there, absent and devoid of all sense of ardor. To call it a thousand-yard stare seemed theatrical, though fitting nonetheless.

With a stale, nearly deadpan indifference, Kyuketsu approached the collected figureheads of Soul Society as he voiced out his attendance.

“Reijuu Kyuketsu. Captain of Squad Eleven.” Tired, distracted. Flat and robotic.

Quickly, he shuffled through the seats, situating himself beside the representative of the Ninth. No other words were exchanged or given, no pointless gestures and wayward salutations.

Though his sights remained detached from everyone else, even Tsubaki of all people, the intrinsic nature driving his senses whispered repetitively in sharp, malignant acrimony. The semblance of ‘calm’ that momentarily evened out Kyuketsu immediately shattered into a million tiny pieces. Throbbing, screaming, his spirit writhed with utter discontent.

Nearly all of them, from Gotei to Keigun... were stronger than he was.



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This day was new and Lucas was entering a world he had avoided for so long; the world of politics. He was unsure what he was going to do, but he was going to lend his ear and share his voice amongst those he stood proud with, even in his crippled state. He was filling a position of thirteen representatives of the Gotei in this meeting and he was honored to be included.

As he entered the room, he knew that most of the people present were confused and shocked by his presence. Most probably had no idea who he truly was, and that did not matter. This meeting was the stepping stone to making him known and progressing down the path he had now chosen.

"Lucas Morrison, Unseated of the Tenth Division, presents himself before this esteemed council." He took a deep bow before he walked off, taking a seat on the far left.


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The heavy smell of ozone filled the room. The seat between Haresuno and Feng seemed to glow for a moment, a circular orb of light hovering slightly above it. With soft beeps, ephemeral ones and zeroes began to rise from the orb, hovering intangibly in the air. They appeared similar to wisps of smoke, there for only a fraction of of a second before fading. A beam of light erupted from the ceiling, slamming directly into the orb, ones and zeroes expanding in all directions. The prototype Charon’s Road created by Hermes - Angelus Athanaton came to life.

Within seconds the light faded, revealing the newest arrival. Lucia Amaterasu-Frey sat calmly in the seat, her right-leg crossed over her left. Surprisingly, she wore immaculately pressed shihakushou, which was an odd sight considering her usual attire. A long white scarf, a family heirloom, wrapped around her neck, trailing off the back of the chair. Her hair was tied back into a tight bun, as she started outwards with a cool gaze.

It was the act, the play that she had rehearsed for since she was a child. Regardless of shinigami affairs or noble affairs, the act was always the most important part. However, it was still just an act. Inside, her heart was pounding, anxiety and dread welling up within her. She was still a coward who wanted to run away, it was amazing that she even showed up. The fact that she was called, of all people, rather than Akio made her feel uneasy. Unlike those around her who easily controlled their spiritual power, her reiatsu flickered and waned in intensity with her emotions. Her unstable soul oscillated wildly between a power that rivaled the strongest of captains to almost nothing.

“Lucia Amaterasu-Frey of the Fourth Division, Matriarch of House Frey and Acting Dean of Medicine,” the woman spoke with a refined tone, one she used in all political affairs, though the words seemed foreign to her.​


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Seeming to have slipped through the library doors unnoticed, a solidly framed figure silently approached the table. Black hair pulled back neatly and a raven beard accented the assassin’s burly appearance, though no weapon rested as his side, as one would normally see. Approaching the final seat, furthest from the Captain-commander and the seated judges, the stoic bowed his head slightly.

“Okamii Igasho, of the Twelfth Division.”

With the simple greeting, he took a seat and held his gaze forward, though his eyes momentarily turned to the blue-eyed former captain.



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The rest of the room remained silent, aside from the occasional respectful nod to each participant. None such came from Matsurine. Although the man retained his composure, there was a palpable sense of ill intent, particularly aimed toward Sayis and the shackled former Kenpachi. The last to enter, clad in leather armor and freed of the jangle of chains that had accompanied him for so long, was Ishin. Although Ishin more than most had reason to detest the judges assembled there, rather than show any enmity, he had a jovial expression visible even through the scar that marred the side of his face. His stride was cocksure.

Once the tall prisoner captain took his seat, things began with no further delay. Gathering this many powerful and influential people into one spot posed certain risks, a fact that escaped none of them. Particularly fresh in their minds was the memory of Raifuku's weapon, utilizing the potent toxins of Wormwood. None had any desire to keep the bulk of Soul Society's government contained in the single room longer than necessary.

It was Forty-One who spoke first, his voice carrying an imperious tone, but notably lacking in the sarcasm his faceless number had come to be associated with. "Soutaichou Inuzuri, it is fortunate that you are able to join this council with us today. I trust that when you bring these men and women of the Gotei Juusantai, you are certain beyond any doubts of their loyalty and dependability." There was a not-so-subtle tilt of the man's head in Tsubaki's direction.

Sayis answered without hesitation. "Absolutely."

Forty-One turned toward his fellow judges and, hearing no dissent, rolled his hand impatiently. "So be it."

To the opposite side, seated next to the open chair, Forty-Five spoke next. Her voice was commanding, regal in word and tone. "When last We spoke to you, Sayis of Inuzuri, you left Us with much to think about. In your duties then, you performed admirably and exceeded Our expectations. Now it is imperative that We complete the business left unfinished. For the benefit of those who were not with us, then, We shall once again crystallize the position in which Soul Society now resides."

Forty-Five cleared her throat softly, folding her hands on the desk before her. "We," she began, "are of a direct blood, a tie to the Spirit King who allows all things to continue as they do. We are charged with the sacred duty of preservation and maintenance, the succor and defense of all Soul Society. In this, We long ago realized that Our strength alone would never be sufficient. The Gotei Juusantai, reforged in the image of the foremost among your number, was thus shaped to act as Our hands, as instruments to act upon the direction of Our wisdom and understanding. It was Our thought that this sacred pact still endured."

Here, she paused, long enough that Sayis realized she was waiting for him to play his part, to repeat what was said in their chambers so long ago. "The intent behind that pact," he began, looking only at her, "was pure, untainted by personal aspirations. That is what we are led to believe. Unfortunately, this pact was not passed on from Masaru to Gabriel Faust, nor from him to me. The environment we exist in currently... does not allow for that level of trust from the Gotei toward the Central Forty-Six." There was some noticeable shifting behind the paper screens, but none spoke out against the statement. "I absolutely welcome the idea of such a pact, and I wholly support a world in which we can act in such harmony.

"I cannot, however, acquiesce to obeisance toward an entity that would seek to use our organization for its own gains, to command us not for the betterment of Soul Society, but toward the advancement of private goals." His grey eyes were unflinching and uncompromising on this final point. "For any such pact to exist, for us to serve as your hands, we must have the sovereignty to act and prepare. Trust must exist in both directions."

The woman nodded sagely behind her screen. "This is so," she agreed simply. "After much consideration, We have realized that your perceptions are quite astute."

The wizened voice of Forty-Three spoke up then, after a dry cough to clear his throat. "Judge Forty-Five and myself are the only two living members of the Central Forty-Six who were present at the formation of the original pact. Your observation that the world was a different place... is truer than you can possibly realize. In particular, such a pact was not, and could never, exist behind veils and shadows."

Next was Forty-One, rapidly and succinctly declaring, "The laws and traditions are in place for a number of reasons, however! I am sure it is abundantly clear, yet still I must elucidate for you: you are about to be entrusted with a simple truth that must never leave your lips. To do such would not only affect the individual who failed to do so, but upon the one who vouched for them as well." He unexpectedly turned to address Kiro at the side. "Of this, you shall not put ink to paper, on your life."

Sayis stared incredulously, wondering if they meant what it sounded like..?

Satisfied that his threat was delivered, Forty-One let out a soft sigh, straightening his shoulders. Then, he put a hand to the silk screen... and lowered it to the table. The judge's deep and confident voice did not at all match the frail form of its owner. Long hair, the color of lead, framed his pale and inexplicably youthful face, brushing against his shoulders; his eyes seemed sunken, and no emotion seemed visible on his face. Indigo eyes peered at them all, and Forty-One sighed once again. "I am Yuuto of Yagara."

The Soutaichou visibly reeled from the revelation -- and from the expressions on the faces of the Onmitsu Kidou and the research members, this came as a surprise to all. Only Isshisouden seemed unfazed, and Sayis couldn't tell if that meant he was prepared for it or simply unshakeable.

The screen bearing Forty-Two came down next, with less hesitation. "Newly appointed to replace the late number Forty-Two, my name is Ashanti Osei." The man -- an heir to the Ashanti house, no less -- was fit and stout. With black hair in a simple bowl cut, beginning to grey at the edges, Osei peered at the assembled shinigami with intensity. Indistinct tattoos climbed up the left side of his face.

"I am Tsuchimikado Reigen," Forty-Three declared lowering his screen. The aged man seemed like a bundle of dried twigs, wrinkles covering every inch of the skin that hung loosely from his frame. He was bald, but with a long white beard that hung to his waist. His eyes were a milky white, but if he was blind, it was not apparent in the way those eyes seemed to meet Sayis' with calm surety. "I am the eldest surviving member of the Central Forty-Six."

When the fourth screen went down, the leader of the Onmitsu Kidou suddenly leaped to his feet. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

Sayis was wondering much the same thing.

The newly appointed judge, Forty-Four, was a comparatively young woman, with long, stark white hair and grey eyes. Though she had a bright smile on her face and her gaze was soft and gentle, there was absolutely no surprise when she introduced herself simply as, "Michelle Faust."

Raising an eyebrow, Osei commanded, "Contain yourself, Yoshinari."

"We understand your confusion, Yoshinari Matsurine," Forty-Five spoke plainly, lowering her own screen. The woman behind the screen matched her voice perfectly: statuesque and yet undeniably feminine, with a soft, quiet beauty. She had long black hair and a face of porcelain. Forty-Five's almond-shaped eyes opened, revealing soft brown eyes. "As We have had cause to think of many things, so too have We had to think very carefully on who to elect as judge of the Central Forty-Six. Though Michelle Faust was not previously a member of this council, We have decided that she is suited."

Although he looked as if he wished to say more, Matsurine reluctantly sat down again. Michelle looked a bit uncomfortable, but kept her smile up regardless, choosing not to speak further. Forty-Five, satisfied, finally looked to the others. "We are Yoshishige Toyotama," she stated, inclining her head respectfully. "With this, let Us begin to build again the trust once engendered between We of the Central Forty-Six and the hands of our will, the Gotei Juusantai."

Here, the woman paused. Even if it had not been declared, it was clear that with Forty-Six's death, Toyotama had become the head speaker. Sayis didn't think it was a matter of numbers, either. "The first order of business," she continued, her placid gaze resting on Sayis, "is to appoint the final judge, that We may once again be complete. It is Our firm belief that this final position must be filled by one who understands the ways of the Gotei Juusantai and one who possesses the mental fortitude and clarity of perception that befit a judge of the Central Forty-Six. We believe this person should be you, Sayis of Inuzuri."

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They put quite a lot of trust to reveal that information. The names ticked off as the researcher made notes of each’s face. Men would kill to simply know their names they might fetch a pretty penny. The inclusion of the Faust set the man’s mind reeling to decipher what she had done to warrant her name among the other four. Why bring about this meeting as equals? Every time the captains assemble the Forty-Six are nearly at their throats. Unless this is about trying to put aside the divisions, but why? What gain is it for them? Why were the five of them chosen? What do they share. It could be...

The machinations turned slowly causing the steel-eyed assassin to almost miss the final bombshell. The silence following the offer was palpable broken only after a second by a single long whistle from the bandaged man. Feeling the heated stares the scientist coughed before speaking up, “Honored Judges, I am humbled,” shocked, “that you give us this show of good faith. However, you have made a slight oversight. One I believe must be rectified before the Soutaichou gives his opinion of the offer.”

The managed biologist took a deep breath, Grant me strength to say what needs to be said, “If you would take him from us, I believe the remaining twelve of us,” the scientist tried to put the shackled vizard out of his mind, yet he found himself quickly looking at the man while he spoke, “should be allowed to know who you would raise in his place. Regardless of if he should accept I believe the Court must have some preference for the next person to guide us. If you would take from us our leader, who would you put in his place?”

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Head forward but eyes still lingering on the distant Theron Ascania, the soft-spoken assassin intoned.

“Interesting...”

Igasho’s eyes scanned the expressions on the Gotei representatives, making eye contact where he could.

“...Interesting that these judges - shocking to some - would choose the strongest of us for their ranks. A man that could save his comrades from the grasp of a Vasto Lorde. The only man that could currently bring down the next strongest captain – one who served the court very loyally – only to wipe out an army of keigun a moment later. Interesting indeed.”

The man buried his voice in silence after a final, rhetorical thought.

“I wonder, though, how strong is a hand that has a hole cut from its palm?”


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Some mute horror had come across Kiro's face at the proceedings. He was now privy to the identity of the five most influential people in Seireitei... why was he being dragged into so much lately? Trying to digest the information, and suppress the slightly giddy feeling that blossomed in his gut, he refocused himself.

Looking back down to the book before him, his jaw dislocated slightly at ponderous question of what he was to write.

Giving a quiet sigh, the recorder opted for the easy way out. Scrawling a large REDACTED across from the time stamp, he looked back to the proceedings, awaiting something to write that wasn't classified information.

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The calm Adelaide held wasn’t that of a practiced soldier, but of a child unaware of the fact that she even ought to be anxious in the first place. She had seen the Forty-Six without their cloaks of anonymity before, when Isogu had come to judge the Judges. Speaking their names was criminal, but certainly Captains had to know them. But if that was the case, why was everyone so surprised. And what was the big deal about Judge Faust? I’m missing something, how unusual is this? She asked her Captain telepathically.

The dark-haired woman knew what was coming the moment they said the deal couldn’t be made behind veils. They had meant it literally. And the moment they said it, the level of anxiety in the room began to creep up slowly as the moment drew nearer. Your encounter with them two years ago was an exception, Adelaide, not the rule. You have more knowledge about the identities of the Central Forty-Six than I do. The Lieutenant’s overeager search for Isogu’s identity had probably resulted in breaking the law, honestly, by revealing Kikuchi Issei’s role to Lilith. When they talk about trust, about a pact, they’re not talking about a level of trust known to more than a few who yet live. This moment may very well be unprecedented.

There were some other issues the redhead didn’t quite understand as well, though she was starting to get the picture. She only had seen a snapshot of the Gotei’s interactions with the Forty-Six, and from the way Lilith was making it sound it wasn’t a relationship base on mutual respect and understanding. As they continued watching screens fall, Adelaide got to her second question; And Judge Faust?

I don’t know how unprecedented her appointment is, responded the Captain, but it would be remarkably unorthodox if not exceedingly rare to appoint a Judge who never served in the Council whatsoever. It would be – she nearly continued speaking telepathically, but she stopped when everything else stopped. When they explained the empty seat.

The telepathic link between mentor and apprentice was silent for a long, long moment. It might’ve been a shorter time, but Feng’s question gave even more pause, and even more gravity to the proposition Forty-Five made.

I guess it’s a day of firsts, Adelaide finally thought to Lilith, breaking the stunned silence.

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"There are some capable in desire, if not form. But as with most appointments to such high office as the Souaichou, the newly titled are not ready for it and the experience shapes them into the person they need to be." The smooth baritone of the Lord of Ascania cut through the silence following the proposition and the shinigamis' questions. He was staring directly at the grey haired Soutaichou now, the only one capable of drawing his attention away from 45's revealed form.

"And while those here railed against the madness of Prometheus, I, too railed against the taint in my soul gifted to me by Daedalus. Finally, I have calm, and with it comes clarity. There is a more pressing reason why Inuzuri is unfit to sit behind a screen." There, the battle scarred Kenpachi paused for a moment, as if letting those present digest what was so far said.

"Just as the crops grown on my lands need the sun to thrive, so too will the Gotei and the people of Rukongai and earth need the light of this man's soul to flourish. Cover that light in the shadow of a screen and those people will diminish and wither. Let him be the heart to the people that he has become."

With those final words, blue eyes once again fell on Yoshishige, intent.
 
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As much as his mind was preoccupied in other matters, Kyuketsu focused his attention just so briefly at the revelation which stormed the room. The decision made by the esteemed council was something never before seen in the history of Seireitei, a reformative move that veered apart completely from the old ways. Unsurprisingly, comments and reaction abound like clockwork. From the whispered gasps of some, to the spastic response of others, Kyuketsu was rather irked by their babble.

Remaining devoid of any words, he bounced glances from Yoshinari Matsurine to the exposed Judges, and lastly to Inuzuri himself. Even from before, Kyuketsu was never drawn or fascinated by politics even in the slightest. He was a warrior above all; a killer. The bureaucracies and governance holding together the land was something he took into account, but no more beyond that.

Just as the Duelist King noted Theron’s imparting response, he lowered his head, shuffling an arm forward to carry its weight. Inconspicuous to all, having most of his face blanketed by locks of hair, Kyuketsu rested his eyes.

He would hear out this forum and its grievances, its decisions... and that was all he would care to do.



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