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"How come this is happening…?"
Moyu's sword-like brows furrowed tightly, a subtle tension forming in his face as the realization settled in, clouding his gaze with confusion and disbelief.
"Xu Bai… wasn't he confirmed dead long ago?"
The moment the name reached his ears, memories of Shiba Isshin's strange and unaccounted disappearance surged forward in his mind, but Xu Bai's death was supposed to have resolved that thread of fate, closing the cycle entirely and shaping a different path forward. Yet now, everything pointed to a reality that contradicted what should have been—an unresolved presence pulling at the threads of destiny with invisible hands.
Without allowing doubt to delay him further, Moyu turned without another word and returned to the Kuchiki estate without pause or distraction.
As the heir of the revered Kuchiki clan, one of the Four Great Noble Houses of Soul Society, Moyu possessed unrestricted access to their exclusive, highly advanced realm-crossing gate, an ancient mechanism that far surpassed the standard Senkaimon in both precision and speed. After aligning the coordinates to the spiritual resonance of Karakura Town and verifying its dimensional stability, he stepped into the portal without hesitation, his heart sharpened by the need for confirmation—because if he left even one possibility unexamined, the regret would consume him like a slow-burning fire that would never be extinguished.
Karakura Town lay beneath a cloud-streaked sky, and at the edge of a deserted clearing, the air shimmered as a traditional partition door appeared midair—its polished wood and ornate fixtures gleaming faintly with age-old craftsmanship. From within, Moyu emerged in silence, stepping into the human world with a measured gait, his eyes immediately scanning the skyline and terrain with clinical detachment.
His brow furrowed almost instantly.
"Residual spiritual pressure still lingers in the atmosphere…"
He narrowed his gaze and drew in the scattered spiritual scents embedded faintly in the air like whispers clinging to the edges of reality.
"Shiba Isshin's signature is here… A Menos Grande, unmistakably so… and one more presence—foreign, erratic, and utterly untraceable by normal classification."
A gnawing suspicion took hold as he surveyed the echoes of Reiatsu dissipating into the wind.
"What kind of battle unfolded in this place to draw such an array of entities together?"
With no direct clues remaining, Moyu decided to seek out the person whose wellbeing remained his greatest concern—the one whose involvement could shift everything depending on her fate.
"I just hope that foolish girl didn't throw herself into danger on impulse again."
Before the words had finished forming on his lips, his form dissolved into the air, vanishing without sound or trace.
At the northern edge of town, above a secluded manor hidden among the tree lines and rolling hills, a solitary figure in black appeared in the sky, floating in stillness as he peered down toward the tiled rooftops and gardens below. His mere arrival caused a disturbance in the spiritual field, prompting several powerful presences to flare in immediate alarm from within the estate's fortified walls.
"Something's above us…"
"That Reiatsu—it's unmistakable. A Shinigami has entered our domain!"
"How could they locate this place—how did a Shinigami find us so precisely?!"
Yet Moyu remained motionless, his expression unreadable, his gaze directed downward toward the estate below with the distant coldness of someone reading an old inscription on a gravestone—detached, but utterly focused.
"I didn't come here seeking confrontation or violence."
His eyes moved with deliberate patience across the sprawling estate, but no trace of Kurosaki Masaki's spiritual presence could be found within the entire radius of the human world. That could only mean she had either suppressed her signature with expert precision or she had already departed from this realm entirely, perhaps even taken by force. In either case, there was only one group who might know where she was—the Ishida clan, guardians of the Quincy legacy in this region.
"Where is Kurosaki Masaki?"
From the manor's central courtyard, a figure stepped forth with composed dignity—an elder whose identity Moyu recognized instantly as Ishida Ryuuseki, the patriarch of the Ishida lineage and father to Ryūken. His expression twisted subtly as his gaze lifted toward the airborne Shinigami.
"You…"
"I take it you understand the purpose of my arrival," Moyu said calmly, his voice smooth yet carrying weight beneath every syllable. "I only seek to know where Masaki is. That's all I want. If you are willing to speak plainly, then I have no reason to raise a blade."
But there was always someone unwilling to listen.
"A mere Shinigami thinks he can demand answers from us?"
"Deploy the Holy Lost Formation!"
Even before Ryuuseki could utter a single order to halt the escalation, several of the Quincy under his command had already lifted their hands in unison, channeling high-compression beams of spirit energy into narrow, brilliant lances that screamed through the air with surgical precision, each one aimed at Moyu's vitals with lethal intent.
Ryuuseki opened his mouth as though to speak, but then he closed it again, letting silence take its place.
He had witnessed Masaki's interactions with this particular Shinigami before and had seen the subtle transformation in her eyes whenever they crossed paths. She had once been promised to him, her life written into the Ishida clan's future as a symbol of unity and continuation. But that all began to unravel the moment Moyu stepped into her life.
Her focus began to shift. Her gaze lingered longer. Her thoughts drifted elsewhere. And now, if that very Shinigami were to fall here by Quincy hands…
But even before the thought could fully settle, Ryuuseki's pupils dilated in disbelief as the scene before him defied all expectations.
The sky groaned under pressure.
Moyu didn't even unsheathe his weapon. With a mere flick of his arm and a casual backhand motion, he struck away every beam fired at him as though dismissing fireflies. The spiritual lances that could reduce a Menos Grande to ash didn't leave a mark on his uniform, nor did they disrupt the calm in his expression.
"This isn't… this isn't possible…"
"A Shinigami who hasn't even reached captain level—how can he do this?"
The weight of their assumptions shattered as their finest attacks disintegrated into harmless motes of reishi, scattering into the wind like snowflakes.
"I will only ask once more."
Moyu's voice deepened as a monstrous wave of Reiatsu exploded outward from his body, slamming into the manor like a divine judgment. The world itself seemed to darken as his spiritual pressure materialized behind him into an immense, black force—dense and overwhelming, like the shadow of death taking physical form. In that moment, Moyu no longer resembled a man, but an obsidian war god summoned from myth, his presence enough to suffocate those unworthy to stand in it.
From amidst the frozen ranks of Quincy, Ryuuseki stepped forward, his face rigid but composed. As head of the Ishida family, he could not allow fear to show—not here, not now.
"Masaki, she…"
Before he could complete the thought, a flare of Reiatsu streaked across the horizon like a comet, and a voice called out with desperate clarity.
"Moyu!"
Kurosaki Masaki descended from the sky with urgency in every breath, her footsteps quick as she landed between them, her eyes wide and her expression alight with disbelief and relief.
Two years had passed since they had last stood within reach of one another, but the moment her gaze met his, every emotion she had kept buried surged to the surface without resistance. She didn't question her own feelings—not anymore. In her heart, she had always known that this was the person she wanted to see most.
"Ah…"
Moyu allowed a soft breath to escape as the tension in his frame finally loosened.
"I'm relieved to see you unharmed."
He had resolved long ago that this kind, honest girl would not suffer the same fate she had once been destined for—not if he could prevent it. If blood needed to be spilled to change that future, he had long accepted that it wouldn't be hers.
"Wait a minute…"
Masaki glanced around, realization dawning as she took in the tension saturating the air and the frozen postures of the Quincy surrounding them.
"You didn't storm the Ishida manor, did you?"
Moyu raised one brow and offered a low chuckle in response.
"Hardly. Nothing so dramatic."
He flashed a disarming smile before turning back toward Ryuuseki with just enough sharpness in his gaze to leave a mark.
"Just a friendly conversation, isn't that right, Lord Ishida?"
The name carried a velvet-wrapped threat, its weight pressing gently but unmistakably.
Ryuuseki felt a shiver ripple down his spine as though submerged in ice, and though his face remained composed, his next words were clipped and careful.
"Yes… of course. A peaceful exchange. That's all this has been."
"See?"
Masaki's face brightened as she linked arms with Moyu, her smile radiant with certainty.
"Moyu's always different from the rest. He's not like them. He's… special."
Once they departed the manor grounds, the tightness in Moyu's chest finally unraveled. Masaki was safe. That was all that mattered—for now.
But the question of Shiba Isshin's disappearance remained unanswered, and Moyu knew without doubt that a captain-level Shinigami wouldn't simply vanish unless something far more dangerous had intervened.
"The only place that might hold the missing pieces… is the Urahara Shop."
In the entire world, there were only two individuals Moyu truly trusted—Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi.
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