Bleach: The Template System Chose Me, The Forgotten Kuchiki

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The black cloak draped over Ichimaru Gin wasn't merely for show—it was a perfect replica, developed by Aizen using research results stolen from Urahara Kisuke. Its purpose was as precise as it was deadly: to completely nullify the user's Reiatsu signature, rendering them undetectable even to the most refined spiritual sensors in the Seireitei. Not even standing behind a Captain would give them away. That was how Aizen, Gin, and Kaname Tōsen had been able to infiltrate Soul Society for so long. During their experimentation on the Visored, and even during the ambush on Shiba Isshin—the former Tenth Division Captain—none had sensed them. Not even Isshin himself. The cloak's effectiveness was absolute.

Aizen had once smiled coldly and said, "Silver, remember—no Reiatsu."

"Well, I see, Captain Aizen," Gin replied with his usual sly grin as he melted into the shadows, slipping quietly through the thick iron gates that sealed the Maggot's Nest.

Elsewhere, Shiraha walked alongside Suì-Fēng, heading toward the First Division's barracks.

"Captain Shiraha," Suì-Fēng asked abruptly, "where in the world have you seen Shihōin Yoruichi?"

Shiraha glanced at her, smiling faintly at the thinly veiled desperation in her voice. "Captain Suì-Fēng, it seems you're eager to know Miss Yoruichi's whereabouts."

The Captain of the Second Division, usually calm and composed, had undergone a complete transformation the moment Yoruichi's name was mentioned. Her frosty demeanor melted into barely concealed tension, her every step quickening with anticipation. Shiraha found the change oddly amusing.

"I only wish to capture Shihōin Yoruichi," Suì-Fēng muttered defensively. "Don't overthink it."

"Understood," Shiraha said with a placid smile. "What I can tell you is that Miss Yoruichi is living well in the World of the Living. But I won't reveal her exact location."

"Forget it. I'll find her sooner or later," Suì-Fēng said, snorting coldly, though the edge of disappointment in her tone didn't go unnoticed.

Ever since Yoruichi had defected from Soul Society over a hundred years ago, fleeing alongside Urahara Kisuke and Tsukabishi Tessai, Suì-Fēng had never ceased searching. As the commander of the Onmitsukidō and the captain of the Second Division, she had exhausted every method available to her to locate her former mentor. Though she eventually confirmed that Yoruichi had indeed resurfaced in the World of the Living, the planet was vast, and her duties within Soul Society forbade extended leave. The distance, both physical and emotional, remained insurmountable.

"Captain Shiraha," Suì-Fēng said quietly, as though the words were almost too difficult to voice, "if you ever see Shihōin Yoruichi again, tell her this—I will catch her."

Sapphire understood there was no point pressing Shiraha further. Even if he didn't know Yoruichi's exact location, it was enough for Suì-Fēng to know that she was alive.

"Alright," Shiraha nodded. "If I cross paths with her again, I'll be sure to deliver the message."

"Then... consider me in your debt," Suì-Fēng said gruffly, turning away.

Shiraha, using his Observation Haki, noted the pride still coiled inside Suì-Fēng despite her moment of vulnerability. Saying nothing more, he continued walking beside her toward the First Division barracks.

When the two arrived, a small gathering awaited them outside. Standing solemnly were Chōjirō Sasakibe and Komamura Sajin.

Sapphire offered a silent nod to Sasakibe before turning and walking away.

"Captain Shiraha, are you alright?" Komamura asked in his low, gravelly voice.

"I'm fine," Shiraha replied with a shake of his head. And in truth, he was. His visit to the Maggot's Nest had been more than worthwhile. Not only had his Fujitora template reached 95% synchronization, but his control over gravity had matured to a level of near perfection. There was a distinct qualitative shift in his power. If he fought Komamura again now, the outcome would be far less uncertain.

"Captain Shiraha, please come with me to meet the Head Captain," Chōjirō Sasakibe said, approaching formally.

Shiraha followed Sasakibe and Komamura into the team building, through a winding passage, and into a quiet chamber where two figures waited inside—Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni and Kyōraku Shunsui.

"Head Captain. Kyōraku-taichō," Shiraha greeted them with a respectful smile.

"Ah, Shiraha—you're looking well," Kyōraku said cheerfully, adjusting his bamboo hat.

"The matter concerning me has been investigated by Captain Suì-Fēng, correct?" Shiraha asked calmly.

Yamamoto gave a short nod, glancing toward Kyōraku.

"That's right," Kyōraku said. "According to the Onmitsukidō's investigation, including testimony from Ichimaru Bancifang and two Seventh Division members, the real attackers remain unidentified. But it's already clear—you, Shiraha, weren't responsible."

"However," Kyōraku's expression shifted, growing more serious. "Since you destroyed Bancifang's soul sleep and soul chain without a formal trial, Central 46 has ruled that you must serve a sentence. You are to be imprisoned for one day in the eighth level of the Underground Prison—Infernal Hell."

Even Kyōraku, upon hearing Central 46's ruling from Yamamoto, had been left perplexed. Bancifang had clearly violated protocol—leaving patrol to drink and then initiating a physical assault. While Shiraha had technically acted outside proper procedure, there was no logic in assigning him to Infernal Hell, a place reserved for only the most egregious criminals in Soul Society's history.

"Kyōraku-taichō… is this a mistake?" Komamura's brows furrowed, his voice stern with protest. "Infernal Hell is reserved for murderers, traitors, and those who've committed atrocities. Shiraha hasn't done anything warranting that level of punishment."

"Infernal Hell… just one day?" Shiraha murmured, expression unreadable.

Inwardly, he wasn't shaken. He had a check-in task awaiting him in Infernal Hell. What the Central 46 considered punishment might actually be a gift in disguise.

Aizen… are you behind this again?

Shiraha wasn't just a Gotei 13 Captain—he was also of the Kuchiki clan. Even if he had killed Bancifang outright, no one would have dared assign him to the depths of Infernal Hell. Only someone with immense behind-the-scenes influence could manipulate Central 46 so brazenly.

And that someone was most likely Aizen.

Unless, of course, Aizen had already laid a trap specifically targeting him.

"Captain Shiraha," Yamamoto said gravely, lifting his eyes to meet his, "do you have any objection to the sentence?"

"No," Shiraha replied flatly.

"Then it is settled," Yamamoto declared, thudding his cane against the floor. "Sasakibe, escort Captain Shiraha to Infernal Hell."

"Yes, Head Captain," Chōjirō Sasakibe responded without delay.

He turned and exited the room. Shiraha followed silently behind, his face composed—but his thoughts burning with quiet intensity.

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