One of the five great noble families, the Shihoin family, was also classified as the "God-given Weaponry Class" due to their possession of many magical tools and weapons.
When Soi Fon was young, her father had once taken her to meet the princess of the Shihoin family.
She had watched from below the platform, looking up at the distant figure with innocent and naive eyes. That girl had stood there nobly like royalty, her hair styled in the bun of the nobility, adorned with exquisite accessories. Her garments had been the elegant kind only permitted to the higher nobility, beautifully embroidered with floral patterns. Guards both in front and behind her had respectfully held up umbrellas for her as she stood with her hands folded in front of her waist-dignified and elegant-with eyes that were firm and cold.
Even now, Soi Fon could recall her father's words as clearly as if they had just been spoken beside her ear:
"Did you see her, Soi Fon?"
"The princess of the Shihoin family will become the commander of the Executive Militia someday."
"You will devote your life to her."
"Understand?"
Meeting her had felt like seeing divinity incarnate in the sky-untouchable and beyond reach.
"The Feng family" was part of the lower-ranked nobility and served as one of the Shihoin family's subsidiary houses. They had long been responsible for assassinations and executions. Every member of the clan was expected to serve in the Executive Militia and dedicate their lives to that mission. Strength in combat was demanded; those who failed to meet the standard were denied entry into the Militia and exiled.
By the time the name passed down to Soi Fon, she was the ninth generation of her family to serve. The youngest of six siblings, she had forsaken her softer birth name, Feng Shao-Ling, when she joined the Militia and instead inherited the name "Soi Fon," which had belonged to her great-grandmother.
Like the sting of the cold bee, the name symbolized ruthless strength, matching the nature of the unit she had joined.
Within the Secret Mobile Corps, the Executive Militia functioned as the First Division and held the highest authority of the five branches. Their duties were to execute and eliminate Soul Reapers who betrayed the laws of Soul Society, as well as conduct reconnaissance and surveillance on Hollows.
Her five older brothers had each served in different divisions-two in the First, two in the Second, and the last in the Sixth. All of them had died in the line of duty…
Though she had mourned them, shame at her own weakness had defined the emotion even stronger than grief.
Shihoin Yoruichi had led the Executive Militia with unmatched combat ability. She was the 22nd head of the Shihoin family and the first woman to hold the position.
She was noble and dazzling-and terrifyingly powerful.
She had everything Soi Fon longed for.
It wasn't just admiration-it had become worship.
To offer her life to Yoruichi, to find purpose in being useful to her in any way-that belief had been the whole of Soi Fon's existence as one of the "bees."
Kneeling respectfully at her doorway with her head low, Soi Fon had spoken without hesitation:
"Reporting in-Soi Fon, at your command, Corps Commander."
Yoruichi had sat relaxed in her large chair, flanked by two kneeling guards with stern expressions and weapons at their sides.
"You're here. Have you overheard everything?"
Her tone had remained calm and composed. The simple privilege of speaking with her-though it was only from the other side of the room-had filled Soi Fon's chest with nervous heat.
Without hesitation, Soi Fon had answered again:
"Yes! Soi Fon is ready to protect the Corps Commander for the rest of her life!"
Seven years after joining the Executive Militia, Soi Fon had become Yoruichi's personal guard and pledged herself to that role without reservation.
"Don't call me Commander. That's too stiff. You could try just calling me 'Lady Yoruichi' or whatever," Yoruichi had said casually, leaning back with both arms lounging over the chair's sides.
Soi Fon had been stunned. "How could I address you so... informally... as the Corps Commander...?"
Yet when she saw the tired look in Yoruichi's eyes, her cheeks had flushed. Her hands fumbled together as she tried to form the words softly.
"Th–then... I will call you... Lady Yoruichi. Is that... acceptable?"
"You're hopeless," Yoruichi had sighed in mock exasperation, glancing up at the ceiling as if pleading for patience.
Sitting up straighter then, she said, "I called you here because I acknowledge your strength. Titles aren't important. I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll do-Soi Fon."
"...Yes!" Soi Fon had felt genuine joy rise in her chest. Even in combat-if it was for her-it would be worth dying. Looking at Shihoin Yoruichi at that moment, she had made her vow in silence.
They were close-like sisters, almost. They fought together, ate together; Yoruichi would even steal food from her bowl. When Soi Fon fretted over her reflection, tugging at her hair in frustration, Yoruichi would jump out to scare her for fun.
Soi Fon had believed it would always be that way…
Until one day-
She opened the door to the command room of the Executive Militia and found it empty.
No warnings. No goodbyes.
Nothing remained but silence.
Later, the ruling from the Central 46 was made clear: aiding in the escape of Urahara Kisuke, who had been exiled under charges of betrayal, and fleeing to avoid exposure. From that day forward, Shihoin Yoruichi would be stripped of her position as Commander-in-Chief of the Secret Mobile Corps-and also of her command of the Executive Militia.
It had been... total betrayal by the one Soi Fon had revered as divine.
From then on, Soi Fon had taken on her former commander's role, determined to carry out every duty mercilessly-especially toward anyone labeled as betrayers of Soul Society.
"I was so disappointed in you… I will surpass you… and arrest you with my own hands!"
"I cannot forgive you… for betraying my trust…!"
And now-
At this moment-
As thunder roared near her ears and lightning lit up the battlefield, the figure of Shihoin Yoruichi stood before her once again-eyes intense, posture unwavering, her clenched fist glowing with violent reiryoku that tore up the earth beneath them.
Soi Fon stared at that powerful fist-blinding in its spiritual energy-until its glow began to fade again… she had not struck.
Her grip on her pant legs tightened until her knuckles went white, as if the pressure could give form to the rage and sorrow that had built up for over a hundred years.
Her cold face cracked, her breath caught-and tears began falling from her eyes in heavy, uncontrolled drops.
As the commander of the Executive Militia-she was crying.
"Why... back then…?"
"Why didn't you take me with you…"
"…Yoruichi…"
Her strength gave out entirely. She dropped to her knees before Yoruichi, and even her twin braids hung limp and lifeless behind her-stripped of their usual spirit and pride.
Shihoin Yoruichi looked at Soi Fon kneeling before her-and said nothing for a long time.
She had left Soi Fon behind precisely because she hadn't wanted her subordinate subjected to the exile she herself had taken on.
Yet somehow… she couldn't bring herself to say those words aloud.
At this moment, the two of them felt a powerful wave of spiritual pressure coming from the direction of Room 46...
…
Sōsuke Aizen walked out of Room 46. He now possessed the complete form of the Hōgyoku, making the Arrancar transformation plan executable without restriction.
With that power, and after gaining the Arrancar's ability to contend with the divisions of the Gotei 13, his next steps were clear: destroy Karakura Town, forge the King's Key, and ascend to the Soul King's Palace on his terms.
After achieving this new form, Aizen's gaze seemed deeper than ever before.
To those unaware, he remained gentle and refined - but Shihoin Yoruichi and others who had seen through him knew better. Beneath that exterior lay cold ambition and ruthless calculation.
Two figures appeared beside him without warning. One gripped his left arm and pressed the cold edge of a Zanpakutō against his neck. The other caught his belt and restrained his right wrist, preventing him from drawing his blade.
"Aizen Sōsuke..."
Shihoin Yoruichi's tone was grave as she addressed him. A century ago, this man had deceived Urahara Kisuke, Hirako Shinji, and others. Many might not know his true nature - but Yoruichi did. To her, he was undeniably dangerous.
Sui-Feng pressed her Zanpakutō to his neck. "Captain Aizen. What are you doing here at the Central 46 Chambers late at night?"
"Answer carefully. If you hesitate, I will strike - and you will not walk away from it."
Despite the pressure, Aizen showed no fear. Instead, the corner of his lip lifted into that familiar, faint smile. He opened his mouth slightly and said with calm amusement, "Oh? Is that so?"
As if to test their reaction, he brought two fingers together and began to chant: "Hadō #99..."
Yoruichi's expression shifted instantly. "Sui-Feng - move!"
To their shock, Aizen could invoke Kidō numbered 90 or higher with just finger movement and almost no incantation. Even Sui-Feng hesitated, realizing she might not be able to evade in time.
Before the spell could complete, footsteps echoed from the direction of Room 46. The nine doors of the council chamber opened together with measured rhythm - brushing open in sequence.
From within stepped Yuta, clad in white robes. The spiritual pressure rolling off him was immense - far beyond what any of them had encountered from him before. Golden light filled his eyes, radiating so brightly it was hard to meet his gaze directly.
Even for Yoruichi, with her captain-level strength, the pressure was overwhelming.
What had happened in Room 46?
And in his hand - another Zanpakutō.
Yuta had always carried two blades at his waist, but now he held another. This third Zanpakutō looked completely ordinary. Its finish was dull, almost unimpressive in appearance. Yet even so, it gave off an unmistakable aura. It was not ordinary.
To Sui-Feng, what stood before her wasn't Yuta anymore.
She saw the form of one of the elders from Room 46 walking forward instead.
His tone was calm when he spoke. "I summoned Aizen Sōsuke. Stand down."
…
-
Time shifted back slightly.
Inside the Great Spirit Library Corridor, Yuta was immersed in studying various forms of Bankai. With the aid of the corridor's countless eyes, he quickly absorbed techniques - not only related to Shikai and Bankai, but also those of Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hohō, and Kidō.
Even with his accelerated comprehension, the sheer amount of knowledge spanning millions of years across Soul Society was immense. What he achieved was only the beginning - the tiniest sample of that vast sea of information.
"It'll take far too long to finish everything here," Yuta thought aloud, "but at least I've prioritized the Shikai and Bankai of every captain."
He emerged from that ocean of data and stood once again within the corridor itself. However, one thing was missing. Even with complete understanding, he needed a Zanpakutō capable of manifesting as the proper vessel.
His current two - "Grass" and "Root Removal" - were incapable of supporting that burden.
He needed to obtain another sword.
It was at that moment that darkness rose from the sea of knowledge. A shadow emerged - unnoticed until now, even by Yuta himself.
"...Who are you?"
"I am the Great Spirit Book Corridor," the figure answered. "And the Great Spirit Book Corridor is me."
"Or… consider me the consciousness within it."
As the shadow dissipated, its true form was revealed - that of a young woman with snow-white hair reaching down her back, suspended in mid-air.
Her body - completely bare - was as smooth and spotless as polished glass, unmarked by time or place. Her proportions were perfect, every detail pristine and unmarred.
Her golden eyes gleamed with layers of unspoken memory. In their depths, faint characters flickered - as though her gaze held the accumulated knowledge of Soul Society itself.
Yuta observed with intrigue but spoke calmly. "You're the consciousness of this archive... I suspected there was intelligence behind the Great Spirit Book Corridor. Its nature isn't tied to the will of the Shinigami. It's been collecting Soul Society's knowledge for far too long to be random. It makes sense now."
"You turned yourself into data - into words, into water - hidden among endless volumes and streams of knowledge so no one could detect you. Why reveal yourself now?"
Her golden gaze fixed on him, lashes pale against her glowing stare. She spoke without hesitation.
"...because of you."
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