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"Eh!?"
Rukia and Ichigo both turned toward Ishida Uryū in shock.
Neither had expected that he could see Cole.
Even Orihime and Chad looked stunned.
Hearing the word shinigami, for reasons they couldn't explain, both felt a strange familiarity—like it was something buried deep within their memories.
Cole stretched lazily. "Don't misunderstand. I'm not a full-fledged shinigami. At best, I'm an unlicensed one."
"Shinigami are shinigami," Ishida replied icily. "Licensed or not, you're all garbage in my eyes."
Their teacher, Ochi Misato, blinked in confusion, cutting in carefully:
"Um… Ishida-kun, just who are you talking to?"
Only then did Ishida realize—every classmate was staring at him with baffled expressions. His face darkened further.
Ochi Misato muttered inwardly. Mental illness?
"I'm perfectly normal!" Ishida snapped, forcing his way through his introduction, jaw clenched so tight his teeth nearly cracked.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…" Cole smirked. "Congratulations, Ishida-kun. You've just forfeited your dating prospects for the next few years."
Ishida twitched but said nothing.
"Wait…"
"Quincy…"
Rukia's eyes widened, realization dawning.
Over a decade ago, she had heard the shinigami had wiped the Quincies out completely. She never imagined there would be survivors.
…
After school.
Ishida slung his bag over his shoulder, sneering as he called out coldly to the three.
"Shinigami. Follow me."
Cole, Rukia, and Ichigo exchanged looks before following him into a deserted alley.
Once there, Ishida whirled around. A glowing blue bow materialized in his hands, the arrow aimed directly at Cole's forehead.
"Shinigami. By now you should know what I am—"
Cole's eyes narrowed, ignoring the threat as his gaze shifted southwest.
"…Someone's coming."
Seconds later, Rukia received the same signal. Her face went pale.
"Rukia, what is it?" Ichigo asked.
Biting her lip hard, she finally admitted:
"Shinigami from Soul Society."
Cole's eyes glinted. Of course—this was Aizen's move. If Seireitei learned too much, then Byakuya himself would arrive to drag Rukia back.
"Trouble?" he asked quietly.
Rukia's jaw tightened. "They're from Squad Two—members of the Fourth Unit of the Onmitsukidō, the Patrol Corps."
Seeing the others' blank faces, she hurried to explain:
"The Thirteen Court Guard Squads' Second Division is also called the Onmitsukidō. They specialize in high-speed combat, assassination, and covert ops. The shadows of Soul Society."
"They're split into five detachments. The first: the Executive Militia—executioners and assassins. Second: the Patrol Corps—monitoring movements within Seireitei. Third: the Detention Unit—guarding the Repentance Cell. Fourth: the Patrol Corps, which hunts down missing shinigami. Fifth: the Messenger Unit—carrying urgent orders across the squads."
When she finished, even Cole looked mildly impressed. He hadn't expected the Second Division's reach to cover so much of the Gotei.
And recalling Yoruichi and Soi Fon… their status was even more formidable than he thought.
"…They're here."
Rukia's face tightened as she saw a figure rushing closer. Her voice trembled with bitterness.
"Cole, Ichigo… I may have to return to Soul Society. Remember—never, ever enter shinigami form carelessly again."
"Would you really be safe if you went back now?" Cole asked suddenly.
Rukia forced a smile, but before she could reply, Cole's eyes turned cold, locking on the approaching shinigami.
"No need to answer. I already know."
…
On a nearby rooftop, Urahara's shop crew and a black cat crouched watching.
Jinta smirked. "That human brat's screwed. Stealing a shinigami's powers is a capital crime."
Tessai shook his head sympathetically. "They must be terrified right about now."
Urahara smiled behind his fan. "Who can say? But if they dare raise a hand against a shinigami, the fallout will be… troublesome."
"Meow…" Yoruichi's feline eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at Cole.
…
The Second Division shinigami finally arrived, stopping short as his brow furrowed at the bizarre group before him.
A human, a strange unknown shinigami, a gigai-bound shinigami, and… a Quincy with a bow.
"What… are you people?"
Cole studied him carefully. A middle-aged man's face, but his clothes were human-like, not the standard shihakusho.
After a moment's pause, the shinigami turned to Rukia, frowning.
"Kuchiki Rukia. You've been missing for over half a month. Explain yourself—and the identities of these companions."
Rukia drew breath to answer—only to be yanked suddenly into Cole's arms.
"!?" Her eyes went wide.
Cole smirked, tightening his hold, meeting the shinigami's gaze with icy disdain.
"Can't you tell?"
The man blinked, not comprehending.
Cole stroked Rukia's hair. "This woman is my prisoner. I drained her reiryoku. Now she's my toy—mine to use as I please."
"Mmff!!"
Rukia's eyes nearly popped from her skull. She flailed furiously, trying to shout a denial, but Cole's grip held her fast.
Ichigo gaped. "What the hell kind of cosplay are you two pulling!?"
Even Ishida stiffened, face twitching. Was he being lumped in as a co-conspirator now!?
...…
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(End of Chapter)
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