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The living world.
As the dimensional gate opened high above Karakura Town, three figures descended with composed steps.
"Sarah, that little adventure earlier got my blood pumping," said Kyōraku Shunsui, adjusting the slant of his bamboo hat with a languid grin.
Moments earlier, they had encountered Qing Daofu—known as Jutu—in the Dangai. Though the creature posed no threat to Moyu, Shunsui found the encounter far from trivial. As a captain who rarely ventured into the Dangai anymore, the unexpected clash with a spiritual anomaly of that scale was enough to rattle even his seasoned nerves.
"Feels like a world I haven't stepped into for centuries," he muttered, eyes drifting across the towering steel skeletons of Karakura's skyline.
"Mr. Moyu, what's your stance on our next move?" he asked casually.
Moyu shot him an unimpressed glance. "Yamamoto placed you in charge, didn't he? Why are you throwing it back at me?"
There wasn't a trace of deference in his tone, only bluntness, bordering on mockery. Shunsui's smile faltered momentarily, caught off guard.
"No one wants this assignment," he admitted, gaze lowering, "but the investigation squad's report is what it is. If we leave this unreported, the consequences could tear holes through the Gotei."
Moyu had no desire to be part of this mission—especially after finding out the report originated from Shunsui himself. His expression soured instantly.
"Mr. Moyu," Unohana Retsu said softly, stepping between the two with her usual serene composure, "If you truly do not wish to participate, I can handle this alone."
The moment her words dropped, Shunsui nearly stumbled midair.
Unohana Retsu—of all people—offering to take over for someone? When had she ever accommodated anyone like that?
Just what had happened between these two?
"…Right," Shunsui muttered quickly, sensing the tension. "Better we check the coordinates from the report first."
He had no doubts about Unohana's combat prowess. Bringing the Visored back to Soul Society might be wishful thinking—but if it came to subduing them by force, they were far from unprepared.
The three vanished in a flash of Shunpo, leaving behind only the fading shimmer of spiritual energy.
Shortly after their departure, a subtle ripple stirred the air near the gate's fading remnants. Two new figures stepped through the distortion.
Urahara Kisuke lowered the brim of his striped hat, eyes shadowed. "Things are getting complicated."
Had it not been for Moyu's private warning, he wouldn't even have known about the deployment.
"Hirako Shinji and the others… they still won't retreat?" Yoruichi's voice was grim, barely above a whisper.
Kisuke nodded with a sigh. "They don't believe that two veteran captains—and one so-called new captain—can force them back to Soul Society."
He paused, his gaze darkening. "In fact, they've gone so far as to say that if cornered, they'll take the intruders as hostages."
He exhaled deeply, face hardening.
So this… this is what it means when they say good words are hard to persuade a damn ghost.
The Visored had no clue what kind of enemy they were walking toward.
In the western outskirts of Karakura Town, led by Shunsui, the group arrived at the coordinates listed in the report: an abandoned factory long stripped of life.
Kisuke had briefed Moyu beforehand, revealing this site as the probable location of the Visored base. The layout aligned perfectly with what Moyu had been told. What caught his attention, however, was the Kidō-based barrier still functioning around the facility.
The steady Reiatsu pulses emanating from the enchantment maintained both its concealment and defensive properties.
Didn't Urahara send them a summons already? Moyu frowned.
If they received it, they clearly ignored it.
"Report says they should be hiding out around here," Shunsui noted, pulling a radar-like device from his sleeve and examining it closely.
Moyu narrowed his eyes. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Oh this?" Shunsui grinned, lifting the device. "Tech Development Bureau's new toy. Tracks Reiatsu that combines Shinigami and Hollow signatures. Works best on hybrids—Arrancar or Visored types. Just press the switch…"
Before he even finished the sentence, the radar began beeping furiously.
Drip. Drop.
The display lit up, unmistakably pointing toward the factory just meters away.
"Well, that confirms it," Shunsui said, tucking the radar away and tilting his hat forward. "No more hide-and-seek."
Moyu let out a tired sigh. Of all the things... Since when did the Technology Development Bureau start keeping up with Urahara's pace? Or was this secretly his work as well?
Either way, there was no point debating now.
"You two," Shunsui gestured toward the building. "Let's move."
At this point, Moyu had already done everything he could.
He'd tried to mediate, he'd tried to warn them.
Whether or not the Visored listened—that was beyond his control now.
Descending from the sky, the three captains landed before the factory gate.
The Kidō barrier that had long masked the structure flared before them, visible to their sharpened spiritual senses. For average Shinigami or Hollows, it would be an impenetrable veil.
But at captain level?
They could pierce through it with little more than a glance.
And all three here—Shunsui, Unohana, Moyu—were masters of Kidō beyond the average frame.
"This formation… definitely high-grade," Shunsui murmured, pressing his palm lightly against it. A ripple pulsed outward, like water disturbed by wind.
"…Looks like our hosts are coming out to meet us," he said calmly, retracting his hand. His gaze sharpened as he peered into the factory's shadowed depths.
With the enchantment released, the Reiatsu of the Visored flared wide—impossible to miss now.
Step.
A firm, deliberate footstep echoed across the empty lot.
Eight figures emerged from within the factory, each varying in height and posture. Their expressions remained composed, but behind their eyes flickered wariness, anger, and unspoken resolve.
Their spiritual pressure churned violently, laced with a Hollow's latent madness—restrained, but unmistakable.
The Visored… had arrived.
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