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  Transcendent Fme

  Chapter 7

  The New Law

  Squad 1 Barracks

  (Note: The first part is a repetition of st chapter's end, so skip it if you don't want to read it again and start at Senkaimon Gate.)

  Chōjirō entered with measured steps, his presence as composed as ever. He bowed respectfully before speaking. "Sōtaichō, the ryoka group and Karakura combat base party are ready to depart. They are assembled at the Senkaimon gates, awaiting your presence."

  Viktor nodded, rising from his seated position with deliberate precision. "Very well," he said calmly. "Let us not keep them waiting."

  As Viktor strode through the quiet corridors toward the Senkaimon gates, his thoughts drifted to the ryoka group and their progress over the past week. Each of them had taken part in fundamental training, refining their abilities under the guidance of the Gotei 13. Their resolve had been undeniable, their growth a testament to their determination.

  Orihime had been the most surprising of all. Her natural affinity for kaidō had blossomed under Unohana's careful tutege, her skills advancing to a point where even the veteran captain had acknowledged her potential. Orihime had managed the impossible by restoring his vitality, a feat that transcended conventional healing.

  Her understanding of kaidō deepened as she applied her powers not only to healing wounds but also to strengthening the flow of spiritual energy in the body. At Unohana's encouragement, Orihime had also ventured into the basics of offensive kidō. She had shown a particur affinity for Shō and Byakurai, her delicate control lending precision to these foundational spells. Though her offensive abilities remained nascent, her progress was remarkable.

  Sado had focused on harnessing his unique Hollow-like powers. His immense physical strength had always been his hallmark, but his training in hoho—the art of movement—gave him newfound agility. Squad 11 had taken him under their wing, their members eager to test themselves against his raw power. The bruises he earned were worn proudly, evidence of his relentless sparring sessions with some of the division's toughest combatants. By the end of the week, Sado's fighting style had become a fusion of precise martial stances and overwhelming strength, his confidence in battle growing steadily.

  Ichigo had faced a different challenge. His training had centered on zanjutsu, the art of the sword. The captains who observed his progress had stressed the importance of Jinzen—meditation to communicate with one's zanpakutō spirit. Though Ichigo had already awakened his Shikai, Zangetsu, the bde showed no sign of evolving further.

  Despite this, his understanding of the sword deepened, his strikes becoming more precise, his connection to Zangetsu more profound. Viktor had watched Ichigo's sessions with quiet approval, knowing the boy's potential y not just in power but in the bond he forged with his zanpakutō.

  Uryū had shown the most remarkable progress of the group. Though he had respectfully declined the offer to learn kidō, citing his Quincy heritage, his training had been no less rigorous. Uryū had spent hours with the archives of Squad 12, studying ancient techniques and refining his archery to an art form. He had developed a technique to fragment and redirect his spiritual arrows mid-flight, allowing him to overwhelm opponents with unpredictable trajectories.

  His precision with the Quincy bow had reached new heights, and his innovation left even the Gotei 13 instructors impressed. In one session, Uryū had demonstrated the ability to split a single arrow into dozens of smaller projectiles, each striking its target with unerring accuracy. Viktor noted that the young Quincy's progress was not just physical but intellectual—a sharp mind paired with his natural talent made him a formidable ally.

  As Viktor approached the Senkaimon gates, he took in the sight of the assembled group, his sharp gaze scanning each of them with measured intensity. The ryoka stood at the forefront, their diverse abilities and personalities forming a remarkable tapestry of potential. Yet the group had grown since their initial intrusion into Soul Society. Standing among them were three new additions, chosen for their unique skill sets to strengthen the mission ahead.

  Rukia stood slightly apart from others, her composed demeanor a reflection of her noble upbringing. She had only recently returned to active duty, thanks to Orihime's remarkable healing abilities. The treatment had erased the lingering effects of her imprisonment and subsequent battles, leaving her revitalized and ready to serve. Though her body had healed, Rukia's resolve burned brighter than ever. Viktor had approved her inclusion without hesitation, knowing her tactical mind and unwavering loyalty to her allies would make her an invaluable asset.

  Akon, the pragmatic and sharp-minded Third Seat of the Twelfth Division, stood with his usual air of detachment. His expertise in communication systems and spiritual monitoring made him the ideal choice for a mission requiring precise coordination. Viktor noted Akon's calm confidence and quiet focus—traits that would ensure the group remained connected and informed, even in the most chaotic circumstances.

  Tetsuya Kurokawa, the 3rd seat fighter from the Tenth Division, stood with an air of quiet intensity. His sharp features and analytical gaze hinted at the tactical acumen that had earned him a reputation among the Gotei 13. Viktor recognized the importance of having someone who could think several steps ahead, especially with the complexity of the challenges awaiting the group in the Human World.

  Viktor's gaze then returned to the core of the ryoka group. Orihime stood nervously, csping her hands in front of her, but her face held a newfound determination. The week of training and healing had bolstered her confidence, and she now stood ready to face whatever y ahead.

  Sado stood stoic and steady, his towering presence a quiet reassurance to the group. His training with Squad 11 had honed his raw power into a more precise weapon, though his humility remained unshaken.

  Ichigo stood at the center, his hand resting on the hilt of Zangetsu. His posture carried the weight of a leader, though Viktor could see the fire of youthful defiance still burning in his eyes. The boy's connection to his zanpakutō had deepened, even if the bde had not yet evolved further. Hanging from Ichigo's belt was the Substitute Shinigami Badge Viktor had presented to him—a symbol of trust and responsibility. The badge gleamed faintly in the morning light, its presence a constant reminder of Ichigo's dual existence between the worlds of the living and the dead.

  Beside him, Uryū adjusted his gsses, his calm demeanor betraying little of the monumental progress he had made. The Quincy's innovative techniques and precise archery had reached new heights, and Viktor noted a quiet confidence in Uryū that was new.

  Senkaimon Gate

  As the group stood in silence, Viktor allowed his gaze to linger on them one st time. Beyond the gates y their mission, fraught with uncertainty but also brimming with potential. The inclusion of specialists like Rukia, Akon, and Tetsuya brought a bance of skills that complemented the ryoka's raw power and determination.

  Satisfied, Viktor stepped forward, his commanding presence drawing the attention of the assembled group. He let his gaze sweep over the ryoka and their new allies, his expression carrying a rare warmth beneath his stoic exterior. The group stood in disciplined silence, a testament to their respect for the man who had gone from an enigmatic figure of authority to an active part of their growth.

  "You have all exceeded expectations," Viktor began addressing the ryoka group first, his deep, resonant voice carrying effortlessly through the open space. "When you arrived in Soul Society, you were raw, unpolished, and burdened by the weight of battles you were unprepared for. Yet, in just one week, you have demonstrated the determination, resilience, and strength to overcome those limitations."

  His sharp gaze lingered on each of them in turn, starting with Orihime. "Orihime Inoue," he said, his tone softening slightly. "Your power is not only extraordinary but transformative. You have done what no one thought possible, and your potential continues to grow. Never doubt your abilities. You have the strength to shape the future, not only for yourself but for those around you."

  Orihime flushed under his praise, her hands csping tightly in front of her. She bowed deeply, her voice trembling with humility. "Thank you, Sōtaichō. I won't let you down."

  Viktor studied Orihime for a moment longer before speaking again, his voice gentling. "You've already proven your worth, and we owe you a debt for what you've accomplished. But more than that, you've shown us a new way forward."

  He reached into the folds of his robe and withdrew a small spiritual pendant. Crafted from seki seki in the shape of a curling fme, it gleamed with a subdued ember-like glow. He held it out, extending it toward Orihime.

  "This," he said, "is a token of my gratitude—and my trust. A fragment of Ryūjin Jakka's might is sealed within this pendant. Should you find yourself in dire need, it will grant you a single, powerful strike of fme. Use it wisely, for its power is not unlimited."

  Orihime's eyes went wide, awe and disbelief warring on her face. Her hand trembled as she reached out to take the pendant, feeling a pulse of warm energy radiate through her fingertips. "Sōtaichō, I—this is…"

  Viktor inclined his head, his tone solemn but kind. "Consider it an acknowledgment of your role in aiding Soul Society and a symbol of our faith in you. Let this fme be a reminder of your own potential and of the allies who stand behind you." He offered her a rare, subtle smile. "Your actions have earned it. But that is not all." He extended a formal scroll, its seal bearing the insignia of the First Division. "This is an invitation to train in the Seireitei, should you choose to return. Your potential is boundless, and the Soul Society would benefit greatly from helping you realize it."

  Orihime clutched the pendant to her chest, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you… truly, thank you," she whispered, bowing again.

  Viktor nodded once before directing his attention turn to Sado, his imposing frame matching the quiet strength of the young man. "Yasutora Sado. Your perseverance and focus have molded your raw power into something truly formidable. You have embraced your role as a protector with unwavering resolve. Continue to refine your strength, and you will stand as a bulwark against any threat."

  Chad nodded solemnly, his stoic expression betraying a glimmer of pride. "I'll do my best."

  Next, Viktor addressed Ichigo, his gaze piercing. "Ichigo Kurosaki. You carry the weight of leadership, even when it was thrust upon you without warning. Your connection to Zangetsudeepens, and with it, your understanding of yourself. Remember, the strength of your bde comes not only from power but from conviction. Keep forging that bond."

  Ichigo straightened, his hand resting on Zangetsu'shilt. "Understood. I'll keep pushing forward."

  Finally, Viktor's attention fell on Uryū, whose calm composure remained unshaken. "Uryū Ishida. Your intellect and precision are your greatest weapons, and you have sharpened them to a level that even the most seasoned warriors would envy. You have proven that the mind, when paired with discipline, is an unstoppable force. Never stop innovating."

  Uryū adjusted his gsses, his expression unreadable but his voice steady. "Thank you, Sōtaichō. I'll continue to improve."

  Viktor now turned to the Gotei 13 members accompanying the mission—Rukia Kuchiki, Akon, and Tetsuya —his piercing gaze settling on each of them in turn. The three stood at attention, their postures stiff with respect but their expressions betraying a mix of determination and anticipation.

  "Rukia, Akon, Tetsuya," Viktor began, his deep, resonant voice cutting through the quiet air. "Your presence on this mission signifies more than just participation. You are the bridge between Soul Society and the Human World, tasked with establishing something that has never been attempted before: a permanent combat and communications base within Karakura Town."

  Rukia's violet eyes shone with resolve as she inclined her head slightly, her noble composure unwavering. Akon nodded, his sharp mind already no doubt racing with logistical pns. Tetsuya remained stoic, his analytical gaze fixed firmly on Viktor.

  "This mission," Viktor continued, his tone deliberate, "is not merely a tactical move. It is a decration of intent. It symbolizes Soul Society's willingness to adapt, to reach beyond tradition, and to ensure that our world and the Human World remain safe from the threats that would seek to destabilize them."

  He took a step forward, his presence towering, his words steady but heavy with meaning. "You have each been chosen for your unique strengths—your ability to lead, to innovate, and to think strategically under pressure. The role you py in the grand scheme of things cannot be overstated. You are not only supporting the ryoka but ying the foundation for a stronger, more unified Soul Society."

  Viktor's sharp gaze shifted to Akon, his tone steady but filled with expectation. "Akon, your expertise will be pivotal in setting up the technological infrastructure for the combat center. Your ability to ensure seamless communication and surveilnce will be the backbone of this mission. Do not underestimate the importance of your role."

  Akon nodded crisply, his voice calm but resolute. "Understood, Sōtaichō. I'll ensure everything functions to the highest standard."

  Next, Viktor turned to Tetsuya, his tone sharp but encouraging. "Tetsuya, your strategic mind is the keystone of this operation. You will coordinate efforts, anticipate challenges, and guide the team with crity and precision. Your decisions will shape the success of this endeavor."

  Tetsuya met Viktor's gaze evenly, his voice firm. "I will not fail, Sōtaichō."

  Finally, Viktor addressed Rukia, his voice softening slightly. "Rukia, you have proven your strength time and again. Your role here is more than combat—it is leadership. As a representative of the Gotei 13, you will embody the trust and unity we aim to foster between our worlds."

  Rukia straightened, her hand brushing the hilt of her zanpakutō. "I will uphold the honor of the Gotei 13, Sōtaichō."

  Satisfied, Viktor allowed his gaze to encompass the group as a whole. "The area for the combat center has been secured. For now, it will serve as your base of operations. Over the coming week, resources and reinforcements will be dispatched to fully establish the center. You have the full support of Soul Society behind you."

  He stepped back, his tone shifting to one of finality. "Remember, your actions will not only define this mission but also shape the future of our worlds. Trust in your abilities, trust in each other, and remember why you stand here today."

  Viktor allowed his gaze to encompass the entire group. "You are no longer just individuals fighting for survival. Together, you are a unit—a symbol of what strength through unity can achieve. Remember this in the challenges ahead, and never forget what brought you here: your resolve, your courage, and your trust in each other."

  The group nodded as one, their expressions resolute. With a final, acknowledging nod, Viktor gestured toward the Senkaimon, its swirling light casting an ethereal glow over the gathered shinigami and ryoka.

  "Go," Viktor commanded, his voice low but resolute. "Forge the path forward."

  One by one, the group stepped through the gateway, their figures disappearing into the swirling light. Viktor watched them until the Senkaimon sealed behind them, the soft hum of its closing echoing faintly in the silence that followed.

  He remained still for a moment, his gaze lingering on the now-quiet gate. A sense of purpose filled him—not just for what y ahead for the group, but for the transformation that was steadily taking hold within Soul Society itself.

  With a faint sigh, Viktor turned and began the walk back to his office, his mind already shifting to the next phase of his pns. Change had been set in motion, and there was no turning back.

  (Old) Central 46 Chambers

  In the once-grand halls of the former Central 46 chambers, dust motes floated in the warm mplight, caught in the still air that now hosted a far smaller—and far more significant—gathering. Gone were the robed arbiters who once passed final judgments; in their pce stood a cadre of captains and chosen officers, forging an unprecedented future. The looming pilrs and silent corridors seemed to watch as the Gotei 13 quietly erected a new order.

  Shunsui and Jūshirō stood off to the side, exchanging amused gnces. Jūshirō looked far stronger than any could recall in recent memory, standing with a determined look. Shunsui's wide-brimmed hat rested at a tilted angle, his usual lightheartedness subdued by the gravity of the moment.

  "Strange to see these halls so empty," Shunsui murmured to Jūshirō, his gaze drifting across the faded grandeur. "No grand ceremony, no speeches… just a few of us, reshaping the w."

  Jūshirō offered a gentle smile. "Perhaps it's better this way," he replied softly. "True change often happens without fanfare."

  Across from them, three captains faced each other around a simple table: Soi-Fon, Byakuya, and Sajin. Each had brought along a chosen officer—individuals who would form part of the Judicial Council, the new legal authority repcing the dissolved Central 46.

  Soi-Fon, arms crossed over her chest, wore her characteristic severity like armor. At her side stood Marechiyo ōmaeda, her lieutenant. He maintained a stiff posture, clearly aware that his captain's trust was not given lightly. She broke the silence first, her tone clipped and direct.

  "The Second Division will handle enforcement," Soi-Fon decred, her voice clipped and precise. She allowed a brief pause before inclining her head toward a tall figure at her side. "Lieutenant Marechiyo ōmaeda will ensure that all judgments are carried out swiftly and without dey. He has proven himself more than capable of the necessary discipline."

  ōmaeda, bulky and imposing, stepped forward, clearing his throat. Despite his often pompus manner, there was a genuine sense of resolve in his bearing. "I won't fail you, Captain," he said, forcing a steady tone even as nerves flickered in his eyes.

  Standing just to the side, Byakuya inclined his head with customary poise. "The Sixth Division will see that the w remains both clear and fair," he stated, letting his measured gaze pass over the assembled officers. "We will uphold the codes we have known—refining them to serve our people rather than tradition alone."

  He turned slightly, gesturing for a poised, raven-haired woman to step forward. "Allow me to introduce Katakura Reika, our Third Seat. She has spent years studying Soul Society's legal structures and will oversee the day-to-day interpretation of these codes."

  Reika bowed deeply alongside her captain, a quiet confidence exuding from her calm features. "It is my honor, Captain Kuchiki," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "I shall dedicate myself to ensuring that no ambiguity in our ws remains unaddressed."

  Known among her peers for her meticulous mind, Reika had parsed every archaic statute in Seireitei's volumes, determined to streamline justice where once it had been mired in needless formality.

  Nearby, Sajin —towering even by Shinigami standards—took a measured step forward. "The Seventh Division will ensure the Rukongai is never again neglected," he procimed, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "My Third Seat, Inukai Tsuyoshi, has walked the outer districts and knows their needs intimately."

  At Komamura's invitation, Tsuyoshi bowed respectfully, his broad-shouldered frame bearing a gentle, grounded presence. "I've seen first-hand how the Rukongai can feel excluded from Seireitei's protection," he said, speaking with a forthright sincerity. "I will ensure their voices reach the ears of those who legiste and judge."

  The chamber settled into a contemptive hush as the captains finished presenting their representatives. Before anyone could lose momentum, Shunsui stepped forward, hands tucked casually into the wide sash of his pink floral haori. His rexed demeanor contrasted with the gravity of his words as he addressed the newly appointed officers.

  "Well now," he began, tilting his hat back just enough to reveal his watchful eyes, "I believe it's time we crified exactly how this new Judicial Council will operate. Since my Eighth Division and Jūshirō's Thirteenth Division are tasked with overseeing Soul Society's judicial matters, allow me to expin the process we've developed."

  At this, Jūshirō, standing beside Shunsui with an air of renewed vigor, spoke up. His voice was calm, yet carried the gentle authority that had long earned him the respect of his peers. "Under the old system, anyone accused of serious wrongdoing would be pced in detention—often in the cells beneath the First Division or another secure holding area—until Central 46 could pass judgment. However, with our new policies, we want to ensure both crity and efficiency."

  He allowed a brief pause, gncing around the chamber to make sure everyone followed. "Henceforth, instead of automatically imprisoning the accused," he continued, "they will be brought directly to this Judicial Council. Here, in this chamber, a three-member jury—drawn from the new officers we've just introduced—will review the situation. Their knowledge of w, enforcement, and Rukongai affairs should give them the expertise needed to handle a broad range of cases."

  Shunsui nodded, picking up the thread. "Back in the old days, that's where it would end: the council's decision, passed by Central 46, was final. But now," he said, tipping his hat toward Byakuya, Soi-Fon, and Sajin in turn, "we've added a safeguard to ensure that decisions are both thorough and fair. All judgments made by this Judicial Council will be sent back to your respective captains for approval. This ensures that any sentence or action has the benefit of direct oversight from the leadership of each division involved."

  ōmaeda, second-guessing the simpler days of automatic detentions, swallowed hard but kept quiet. In contrast, Reika and Tsuyoshi exchanged a brief, resolute gnce, signaling their readiness to assume the responsibility.

  Jūshirō went on, his tone resolute yet encouraging. "Of course, we don't intend to prolong matters unnecessarily. According to Sōtaichō's directives, the entire process—from the moment the accused arrives until a final verdict is upheld—should not exceed three to five days, at most. Once a decision is reached, the captains will have no more than forty-eight hours to review and approve the judgment."

  Sajin inclined his head thoughtfully. "And until that approval is finalized, the accused will remain under the custody of the Thirteenth Division, correct?"

  Jūshirō nodded. "Yes. Squad Thirteen will ensure humane containment during that interim—no more indefinite imprisonments without trial."

  Shunsui pressed a hand lightly to his chest, continuing with a friendly smile that belied the firm structure beneath. "That's right. Meanwhile, all squad-reted judicial matters—things like internal disputes, lesser infractions, and day-to-day discipline—will be handled by my Eighth Division alongside Jūshirō's Thirteenth. And for lieutenant-level or captain-level cases, well…" He sighed, tipping his hat back down. "Those will be escated to the Captain's Council and ultimately the Sōtaichō."

  At this, all the gathered Shinigami stirred with whispers of approval or trepidation. The old ways of absolute judgment from Central 46 were deeply ingrained, but the promise of a system that valued both fairness and expediency stirred a cautious hope in the room.

  Reika stood a fraction taller. "Thank you, Captain Kyōraku, Captain Ukitake. I believe our combined efforts will allow us to move quickly while preserving justice."

  Tsuyoshi inclined his head in agreement. "And those of us who have seen the challenges of the Rukongai firsthand will ensure no voice goes unheard, regardless of their status."

  Soi-Fon's stern gaze swept over the assembly. "Time will tell if this system works as intended. I expect each of you to uphold your duty, or there will be consequences."

  A faint breeze seemed to pass through the gathering as Shunsui cleared his throat with a crooked grin. "Then it's settled. We'll refine the process as we go, but for now, I trust all of you to do your part."

  Shunsui let the silence hang in the air, giving the newly appointed representatives—ōmaeda, Reika, and Tsuyoshi—time to absorb the gravity of their positions. His keen eyes swept over them, and he offered a reassuring smile. "I want you all to know," he began, his voice carrying its usual warmth, "that if any of you have reservations, if you feel this is more than you can handle—well, no one's going to persecute you for stepping back. Just because your captains have chosen you doesn't mean you're forced to accept."

  He paused, adjusting the brim of his hat before continuing. "We're all charting unfamiliar territory here. Better to speak up now than regret it ter, right?" His gaze nded on each representative in turn, allowing them a moment to reflect.

  ōmaeda swallowed audibly, but managed a firm nod. "I—I accept, Captain Kyōraku. I know I'm not perfect, but I won't run from my duties." His voice quivered slightly, though determination flickered in his eyes.

  Reika, poised and measured, bowed her head in acknowledgment. "I appreciate the choice, Captain, but I assure you my resolve is firm. I'm ready to take on this responsibility."

  Tsuyoshi rumbled a low sound of agreement. "I've come too far to turn back now. I believe in this council's mission."

  Shunsui inclined his head, satisfied with their confirmations. "All right then. Let's do this properly."

  He stepped closer to y a single parchment on the simple table at the center. "No grand ceremony, folks," he said, gesturing around the quiet chamber, "but this document is our first step. Once signed, the Judicial Council stands as Soul Society's new legal authority."

  He slid a brush and inkstone forward, and Soi-Fon was the first to sign, scrawling her seal with crisp precision. She shot a sidelong gnce at ōmaeda, who hurriedly added his signature beneath hers. Byakuya and Reika followed, each stroke of the brush measured and elegant. Finally, Sajin and Tsuyoshi pressed their seals, the ink drying on the parchment that would shape Soul Society's legal future.

  Jūshirō, watching with a slight smile, spoke with quiet conviction. "From this day onward, this council exists not to cling to outdated decrees, but to adapt and protect Soul Society from the compcency that once allowed betrayal to fester."

  Soi-Fon cast a swift, steely look at the reminder of the old Central 46 officials. "There will be no second Aizen," she said ftly. "We won't allow it."

  Byakuya turned to Sajin, nodding. "Nor will we forsake the ws that safeguard our realm. Every measure we pass must serve the people we vow to protect."

  Sajin bowed his head in agreement. "And no corner of Soul Society—within or beyond Seireitei—shall be overlooked."

  Shunsui, sensing the moment's intensity, pced a hand lightly on his hat. "All right, then. With that, it's official. We've done more in these few minutes than the old Central 46 managed in years. I'd call that a good day's work."

  A faint chuckle escaped Jūshirō, and the new council's members exchanged final words, each quietly accepting the gravity of their new responsibilities. One by one, they departed, leaving the vast space feeling lighter, as though centuries of oppressive weight had finally lifted.

  Shunsui watched them go, adjusting his hat as he shook his head lightly. "Never thought I'd see this day," he murmured, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "I can't say I'm unhappy it's here."

  Ukitake, resting a calm hand on Shunsui's shoulder, replied gently, "This is a beginning, old friend. Real change, forged by our own hands."

  Together, they stepped away, their footsteps fading into the corridors that once echoed with final judgments now repced by a more transparent, more accountable vision for Soul Society. The memory of the old Central 46 would linger as a cautionary tale, while the newly formed Judicial Council would carry the torch of w into an era shaped by adaptability and unity.

  Hours Later

  As dusk settled over the Seireitei, the sun dipped below the tall white walls and bathed the walkways in a warm, fading glow. Chōjirō made his way through the courtyard of the Shinō Academy, where only hours earlier he had confirmed the readiness of the Spiritual Energy Measuring Devices. Now, with evening upon them, the once-bustling training grounds had quieted, shinigami from various squads either heading back to their barracks or finalizing st-minute tasks before the next day's departure.

  He paused near a rge wooden archway, taking in the scene: several instructors remained in the otherwise empty training grounds, meticulously packing items into reinforced crates lined up along the edge of the courtyard. He could see compact scanning gadgets designed to measure spiritual signatures at varying distances, their metal casings gleaming under the soft ntern light. Next to them were small cylindrical tanks meant for storing unstable or dangerous reishi samples, each carefully beled with the Shinō Academy's seal.

  One instructor, a middle-aged woman with her hair in a tight bun, was verifying the contents of a rge, worn satchel of Kidō scrolls, each containing incantations for shielding, binding, or communication. Another tall, nky teacher was in the process of folding neatly stacked temporary barrier talismans—thin slips of paper etched with ancient symbols—into protective sleeves. Chōjirō noted several portable communication orbs carefully wrapped in yers of cloth, designed to rey information over long distances without relying solely on Hell Butterflies.

  Lanterns hung along the perimeter, throwing soft golden pools of light that danced across the Academy's stonework. The teachers paused and bowed politely as they noticed Chōjirō, but he simply inclined his head and gestured for them to continue. A faint clink of restraint colrs—spare items used to suppress particurly votile spiritual pressures—could be heard as another instructor tucked them into a reinforced wooden box.

  Chōjirō felt a small measure of satisfaction—tomorrow's mission would be well-supplied and carefully pnned. By ensuring these resources were properly cataloged and organized, the squads heading out to the Rukongai districts for their assignments could remain focused on the task at hand, rather than worrying about missing tools or untested devices.

  At st, confident that all was in order, Chōjirō turned and strode back into the cool Seireitei evening. The day's demands lingered in the air around him, but the quiet calm of dusk brought a welcome sense of closure. They had accomplished much since sunrise—verifying squad readiness, allocating the Shinō Academy's devices, ensuring each division's pn for covering the Rukongai was aligned. In the end, everything was as prepared as possible.

  As he left the courtyard, the distant hum of ntern-lit corridors and softly murmuring shinigami on their final rounds of the day reminded him that, while the work of Soul Society never truly stopped, there were moments of peace to be found.

  He entered the First Division barracks through a wide, ntern-lit corridor, where only a few shinigami still bustled about, tidying up or exchanging final instructions for the morning. Catching sight of Daigo, he offered a friendly nod, but his steps never slowed. He was due to make one final report to Yamamoto, whose day had been equally consumed with logistical approvals and leadership decisions.

  Shortly, he arrived at Yamamoto's office. The wooden doors had been left slightly ajar in anticipation of his return, allowing soft mplight to spill into the hallway. Quietly, Chōjirō slid the door fully open and entered, bowing deeply once he crossed the threshold. Yamamoto, seated behind a low cquered table, gnced up from the parchments scattered before him, the same fme still flickering near the corner—a persistent sentinel in the dim room.

  "Sōtaichō," Chōjirō said, his voice carrying a mild undertone of fatigue, "I've concluded the evening checks. All squads confirm that their preparations stand. The measuring devices are securely packed, and each team has its directives. We'll be ready to depart at dawn."

  Viktor nodded, allowing a faint smile of approval to curve his lips. "Well done, Chōjirō. It seems our efforts today weren't in vain."

  "Indeed, sir," Chōjirō replied. "All that remains is to finalize the briefings. Once morning comes, they'll move out to each quadrant of the Rukongai. If there's anything else you require tonight, I stand ready."

  For a moment, Viktor studied his loyal lieutenant in the mp's soft glow. The corners of his eyes hinted at fatigue, but his posture remained upright and unwavering. "You've done enough for the day," Viktor said calmly. "Rest now. We'll need you at your best tomorrow."

  Chōjirō bowed once more. "Understood, Sōtaichō." Straightening, he quietly took his leave, sliding the office door shut behind him. The corridor was quieter still, the warm evening hush settling like a gentle bnket over the marble floors.

  Stepping out into the open courtyard, Chōjirō noted how the sky had slipped from orange to indigo, stars blinking into view as if encouraging him to finally rest. Tomorrow would be momentous: squads from multiple divisions fanning out across the Rukongai, carrying the new measuring devices and a renewed mandate for unity. The swirling uncertainties of such a vast undertaking still lingered in the back of his mind, but he trusted in their shared resolve.

  He took a final breath of the cool night air, the distant ntern lights casting elongated shadows along the barracks walls. Satisfied that everything was in motion and that dawn would bring a new chapter, he turned toward his quarters. It would be an early start, and rest was not just necessary—it was a duty. As he walked, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot accompanied him, and in his heart, he carried a quiet confidence that Soul Society was on the cusp of transformative change. Tomorrow, the Rukongai Draft would begin in earnest, and they would set the stage for a stronger, more inclusive era.

  Next Morning

  Squad 1 Courtyard

  Early morning light spilled into the spacious courtyard of the First Division, illuminating row upon row of uniformed shinigami gathered to embark on a mission that had been well pnned. The scene hummed with anticipation, and though no formal announcement was made, everyone already knew their pces. Four major groups were about to depart, each tasked with journeying into one of the four quadrants of the Rukongai to begin the new draft initiative. Their assignments and destinations had been settled in advance, ensuring minimal confusion despite the sheer number of participants. The courtyard itself seemed to brim with purpose, as though the very air recognized the magnitude of what was happening.

  Chōjirō stood at one corner with a steady yet unassuming posture. Around him, a hundred shinigami from Squads 4, 5, 7, 8, and 11 finished st-minute checks on their gear. This was the group assigned to the western quadrant of the Rukongai—a pce known for its rougher encves and frequent tussles with roving bandits.

  At Chōjirō's side were Aya and Hisoka, each lending a unique kind of strength. Aya's alert brown eyes flickered between several folded maps, her keen analytical mind already imagining potential routes and obstacles. Her slender fingers hovered over detailed notations of known bandit territories, as though the lines on the page were living pathways she could manipute.

  Hisoka stood slightly apart, one hand resting on the hilt of a slender zanpakutō, the picture of noble composure. Though ostensibly there for diplomacy, his sharp gaze and poised stance suggested he wouldn't hesitate to draw his bde if matters turned violent. Their group, quietly confident, was prepared for whatever the western district might throw at them.

  On the opposite side of the courtyard, Isane led the second contingent, bound for the eastern quadrant of the Rukongai. She stood tall and calm, her lieutenant's armband reflecting her responsibilities within Squad 4. The shinigami gathered behind her wore a simir mix of combat gear and medical supplies, marking them as a team that could handle both healing and protection.

  Standing within Isane's formation was Takeshi, a broad-shouldered fighter who, despite his imposing build, carried himself with a rexed confidence. His straightforward demeanor and brawny physique promised a reliable front-line presence if conflict arose. He caught sight of some Squad 4 medics adjusting their supply packs and gave them a friendly thumbs-up, eager to reassure them that their team could handle both offense and defense.

  Nearby, Momo lingered, outwardly composed but still nursing some lingering fear from past traumas. Relieved to be under Isane's capable command, she kept her gaze on the ground, half-listening to the chatter of the group. This eastern quadrant had a reputation for retive stability, an easier territory compared to what the western teams faced.

  Even so, Momo's gut still clenched at the thought of potential conflict. She silently vowed not to let her insecurities hold anyone back, determined to prove her worth if they encountered trouble. Isane's gentle nature and unwavering support gave Momo enough courage to stand among the hundred-strong force without feeling overwhelmed.

  Meanwhile, Captain Kyōraku presided over the third group. He stood in a patch of early sunlight that glinted off his signature pink kimono draped over his haori. At his side was Daigo, a portly Seventh Seat who radiated a reassuring presence. Their cluster of a hundred shinigami—some sporting the brash confidence of Squad 11, others from Squad 8 juggling st-minute logistical details—were preparing to head south.

  This southern quadrant had a slightly chaotic reputation, with rumors circuting of rogue elements scattered across the districts. Shunsui's usual id-back grin belied the careful assessment spinning through his mind; he rarely missed a detail. Daigo, for his part, seemed intent on calming any jitters in the group, offering small smiles and occasional nods of encouragement.

  The two made a curious pair: Shunsui with his seemingly carefree aura masking a razor-sharp intellect, and Daigo with his gentle manner but deeply rooted skill in kaidō. A sense of confidence permeated their entire formation, as though they knew that between Shunsui's leadership and Daigo's compassion, they could handle the south's unpredictable nature.

  The fourth and final group, led by Captain Komamura, gathered near the tall archway at the far end of the courtyard. Their mission was to venture north, where reports hinted at scattered Hollow sightings and more rugged terrain. Komamura towered over nearly everyone, quietly conversing with his Fifth Seat, who had made a study of Rukongai culture.

  A hundred shinigami clustered around them, some in lightweight gear for traveling the rough trails, others carrying the new Spiritual Energy Measuring Devices from the Shinō Academy. Komamura's deep voice carried easily in the cool morning air, reminding his officers to remain ever respectful of local customs and vigint for signs of Hollow activity. Occasionally, a squad member from Squad 11 would grin, itching for a real fight, but Komamura's commanding presence and calm discipline kept their eagerness firmly in check.

  Throughout the courtyard, final checks were underway. Medical teams sorted their supplies, verifying they had enough salves and bandages for unexpected emergencies. Combat specialists tugged on gloves and tapped the hilts of their zanpakutō, mentally preparing themselves for conflict.

  Guides double-checked the newly minted Shinō Academy measuring devices, ensuring each team had a functioning set for detecting tent spiritual power. Voices overpped in the cool morning breeze, creating a humming undercurrent of resolve that pulsed through the First Division grounds. Some chatted in hushed tones, sharing hopes and concerns about the districts they were about to enter, while others offered quiet prayers for a safe journey.

  Chōjirō raised an arm in a subtle signal, catching the attention of Aya and Hisoka. They exchanged nods, verifying that their group was set to head west. Each harbored private thoughts about what the day might bring—Aya confidently anticipating strategic challenges, while Hisoka pondered the delicate diplomacy required in rebellious pockets.

  Nearby, Takeshi stood among Isane's formation, mentally preparing for the eastern route. Eager to test his strength against any threats, he was nevertheless reassured by the presence of numerous healers at his side. Isane, in turn, offered Momo one st word of encouragement, urging her to trust in her abilities. Then, with quiet resolve, the lieutenant stepped forward to guide her hundred-strong force eastward.

  Shunsui, leaning into Daigo for a moment's casual remark, let out a small ugh before turning to face the south with an air of determined ease. Sajin, letting his Fifth Seat handle a final question about ration distribution, stood quietly, exuding an unwavering solidity as his team fell into ranks for the northern expedition.

  As the appointed hour drew near, an air of anticipation settled over the First Division courtyard. Shinigami in neatly formed ranks shifted only slightly, whispering st-minute reassurances or checking their zanpakutō and supplies. The low murmur was cut through by the sound of measured footsteps: Viktor, in his pristine haori, stepped calmly into the courtyard. A wave of near-silence followed his arrival, as each squad turned to acknowledge the commander who had orchestrated this grand undertaking.

  He paused in the center of the courtyard, letting his gaze move across the four assembled contingents: Chōjirō's western-bound party, Isane's group poised for the east, Shunsui's men and women set to travel south, and Sajin's formidable unit prepared for the north. The morning sun highlighted the crisp lines of Viktor's uniform, and the faint breeze ruffled the hem of his haori, carrying the promise of the journeys ahead.

  Allowing a moment for the hush to settle, Viktor addressed them, his voice resonating despite its calmness. "Today, you stand on the threshold of a new chapter in the Soul Society's history. Each of you carries the responsibility of extending our protection, our guidance, and our unity into corners of the Rukongai that have not felt our presence in far too long. These missions are not merely about recruiting or enforcing order; they are about forging bonds and proving that we, as the Gotei 13, will stand with every soul under our watch."

  A ripple of focus passed through the squads, the quiet shifting of armor and cloth echoing in the stillness. Viktor's gaze lingered on Chōjirō first, then swept to Isane, Shunsui, and Sajin, his expression reflecting both resolve and trust. "The challenges you face will differ for each quadrant. Some of you may meet resistance in unfamiliar terrain; others will contend with wless encves or negotiate with local leaders. Remember that we are healers as much as protectors, diplomats as well as warriors. Rely on your comrades. Show those in the Rukongai that we are not distant overseers, but allies in this new era of cooperation."

  He paused briefly, letting the weight of his words settle. "When you venture out, carry the spirit of Soul Society with you. Let compassion temper your strength, and let purpose guide your every action. From the moment you arrive, let the people know we are there to serve, not subjugate. Their future—and ours—depends on this understanding. You have been chosen for your skill, your judgment, and your capacity to inspire trust and unity. Do not doubt yourselves. You have all that you need to succeed."

  A faint breeze ruffled the gathered shinigami, many straightening their posture, finding renewed confidence. Viktor allowed a small, encouraging smile to curve his lips. He nodded once to Chōjirō, who stood quietly at the helm of the western contingent, Aya and Hisoka at his side.

  Next, he turned to Isane, who offered a respectful bow, fnked by Momo and healers ready to embark eastward. Takeshi stood among them, a subtle grin on his face, poised to lend his strength wherever needed.

  Shunsui tilted his hat in a pyful salute from the southern group, while Daigo beamed calmly beside him. Finally, Sajin lowered his head in silent acknowledgment from the northern contingent, his Fifth Seat stepping into line with resolute confidence.

  "Go forth," Viktor concluded, his voice underscoring the finality of the moment. "And do your best to bring safety, growth, and hope to the Rukongai. I trust in each of you to uphold our values and to return with the bonds of unity forged stronger than ever."

  With that, he stepped back. The courtyard fell silent for a heartbeat before bursting into a structured flurry of motion. Officers and enlisted shinigami snapped to attention, then pivoted smoothly in four distinct directions.

  Under Chōjirō's command, the western group disappeared through the great gates leading out of the courtyard, their footsteps organized and purposeful. Isane's contingent followed an eastern passage, subdued but filled with a gentle, determined energy. Shunsui guided his squad toward the southern roads, light banter in the ranks contradicting the gravity of their mission. Komamura, towering over his subordinates, moved north with a steady pace, his 5th seat quietly reying final orders.

  In a matter of minutes, the courtyard emptied, the echoes of disciplined footsteps fading into the byrinthine streets of the Seireitei. Viktor stood at the center of the now-vacant space, letting the quiet recim it.

  A subtle sense of pride swelled within him—this was the future he believed in: a Soul Society that reached out to every corner under its protection, transforming not just the Rukongai but itself in the process. He took in a slow breath, scanning the ancient walls of the Seireitei. Their imposing height and the subtle sheen of their Seki Sekicomposition had always impressed him, but today, they seemed to tug at his attention more than usual.

  With a final gnce toward the gates where the st members of the Rukongai Draft Implementation Contingents disappeared, Viktor turned and walked back through the corridors of the First Division. It wasn't until he reached his office and settled behind the low, cquered table that he noticed the neatly folded parchment waiting for him—a set of requirements for the Human World Communications and Combat Centre that Chōjirō submitted before leaving.

  He took up the parchment and unrolled it carefully. By the flicker of mplight, he read the meticulously outlined specifications: advanced communication arrays, dimensional stabilization units, sensor grids capable of pinpointing hollow traces, and training facilities for shinigami stationed in Karakura Town.

  The list was comprehensive, well-pnned, with budget estimates and resource allocations painstakingly detailed in Chōjirō's precise handwriting. Viktor nodded in approval at his lieutenant's thoroughness; nothing here seemed superfluous, every piece serving a function in ensuring the Human World base could respond swiftly and effectively to emerging threats.

  As he read, Viktor's gaze drifted up—once more catching a glimpse of the massive Seireitei walls through the broad, open window. The silver-gray structure rose in the near distance, glowing faintly under the midday sun. It struck him as odd, recalling how the official records indicated that these Seki Sekiwalls, nearly indestructible and ced with protective wards, were never meant to remain in the Seireitei indefinitely. By original design, they belonged to the Royal Guard—blocks of sanctified stone that should have been returned to the Royal Pace once the immediate danger that had prompted their use was resolved.

  He frowned, setting the parchment aside. Why had the original Yamamoto never questioned the permanence of these walls? For someone so meticulous about Soul Society's security, such an oversight felt entirely inconsistent. He had read enough of the old commander's records to know that every threat, every detail of defense, was usually reviewed with an unforgiving eye. Yet here the walls stood, unchallenged, never returned to the pce they belonged.

  "Strange," he muttered, half to himself. "What did the old man overlook, or choose to ignore?"

  The System's voice hummed in the back of his mind. "Interesting line of thought, Viktor. Perhaps the original Yamamoto had reasons you've yet to uncover."

  He considered responding, but before he could gather his thoughts, the abrupt sound of sandals sliding across the polished floor announced a forceful presence. A moment ter, Zaraki barged in, his unruly hair and wild grin instantly flooding the calm office with a crackling energy. Perched on his shoulder was Yachiru, who cpped her hands in delight as soon as she caught sight of Viktor.

  Behind them, Shin'etsu attempted to intercept, his voice taut with concern. "Captain Zaraki, the Sōtaichō is—"

  Zaraki gave a boisterous ugh, ignoring Shin'etsu's protest. "Old man! Finally not busy, eh? I thought I'd wait until all that Rukongai fuss was outta the way. Now we can pick up where we left off, yeah? Your schedule must be free for a good scrap!"

  Yachiru giggled, swinging her legs as she clung to Zaraki's shoulder. "Ken-chan's been dying for a fight, y'know! And you're the only one who got him serious st time."

  Viktor exhaled, setting the parchment down completely. He could sense Shin'etsu's exasperation in the corner of his eye. The new aide was trying to maintain decorum, but Kenpachi's unstoppable enthusiasm overshadowed any attempts at formality. The System chimed in mentally with a wry chuckle. "Well, this should be fun. Things are about to get interesting."

  "Captain Zaraki," Shin'etsu started again, stepping forward and bowing with forced politeness. "The Sōtaichō has a schedule to maintain—I must insist—"

  Viktor raised a hand, stopping Shin'etsu's protest. "It's all right," he said calmly, gncing up at Zaraki. "I gather you've been waiting for a chance to resume our st session. I'd prefer you not rampage through the Seireitei, so how about we take this somewhere less… vulnerable?"

  A feral grin spread across Zaraki's face. "The Muken, then. That's the only pce we can let loose without breakin' half the city."

  Shin'etsu looked flustered, about to object again, but Viktor stood, brushing off his haori. "You've done well," he told the aide gently. "I'll handle things from here. Head back to your duties and ensure the squads remain in contact if anything arises."

  Reluctantly, Shin'etsu bowed, backing out of the room. Zaraki cackled with excitement, hefting Yachiru more securely onto his shoulder as Viktor moved past them, leading the way into the dim corridors of the underground passage that would eventually descend to the Muken.

  Yachiru cpped. "Muken time! Ken-chan's so excited!"

  Viktor let out a low hum. His mind still churned with questions about the Seki Seki walls, the Royal Pace, and the old Yamamoto's mysterious oversight. Yet for now, he had to shelve that puzzle. There was a match to be fought, and Kenpachi was not one to be denied. Perhaps, in the depths of the Muken, Viktor might even find a fleeting moment of crity in the csh of steel.

  He nodded internally at the System's quiet remark. "Yes. Things are about to heat up indeed."

  Without another word, the three of them vanished down the torchlit corridor, their footsteps echoing as they descended into the Muken's depths, leaving the question of the Seireitei's unreturned walls waiting in the flickering shadows above.

  And Cut!

  That'sit for this chapter folks.

  AN:

  Done! For those who may call the first part to be redundant and was uselessly added, it was added to keep the narrative consistency. I don't want people who read this after a week or however long away to comeback and feel like, what? What's happening here and go back to previous chapter to get a hold of what's going on. If you don't want to re-read, skip it, that's why I made the note there.

  Moving on, this is a very fun chapter to write, especially considering all the changes that Viktor implemented. As per the chapter pn, this chapter supposed to have Viktor Vs Zaraki fight as well, as we will get the first glimpse of the true beast Prime Yamamoto and Zaraki are, but since I went into details on other scenes, I didn't add it here. As I want that spar to be an epic one. I'm very excited to write lol.

  Imagine, Viktor is about to unleash his Shikai and Zaraki goes: Unleash the Beast: Nozarashi! (The above release phrase is not his real release phrase, lol.)

  What do you think about the new Judicial system of Soul Society? Better? Worse? Redundant? Let me know.

  Accounting for current adjustment, next chapter will have Viktor Vs Zaraki 'spar' and then we will take a dip and check what our favourite maniputor is doing in Hueco Mundo.

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