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Administrator
”My god. I...Is...Is nothing sacred?”
The contents of what he was looking at were all the secret information kept on the Seireitei in the last Two Thousand plus years. The amount of secrecy of this very console could very well be considered a complete fable, unless you have been down within the depths yourself and experienced it first hand. He started from the top to the bottom of the most recent search history on the tab, and clicked to find probably the most taboo name in the entire Seireitei as it stands. ”Shobatsu Murasaki''. Some would wince, he didn’t flinch. He was the last charged to lead the Great Judicator to the hall of the Forty-Six, one of the last to see him before his immediate incarceration within the black escape known as the Muken. He paused before scrolling further, questioning little, but determined to find the answers. He gave a slight exhale and began scrolling once more and came across large amounts of information, the immediate paragraphs being legal mumbo jumbo, more or less to discern who reads from who doesn’t Not his favorite activity by any means, but Shusuke had spent many a night studying for his Sixth written exam. With Enso’s help he passed with flying colors on the first try…needless to say he was an astute scholar when he had to be. ”...You’re a bastard y’know that, Aikawa?”.
A touch of remorse, something that gave him the feeling of a delayed reaction of sorts. He was quite steel in his approach to apprehend his friend, as he needed to be given the circumstances. There was nothing he could do for him, he made his bed among the murders and homicidal cretins that he seeks to rid the world of, namely the Seireitei. It crushed him to watch his friend become the villain, but when you work long enough, and survived many battles of both mental and physical, he surmised that anything and everything had a chance to happen. Which begged the question, would that be his fate as well? Shaking his thoughts from prior events, he continued reading the screen for the following information.
“It appears that Shobatsu Murasaki has created a Kido spell capable of defeating him in case he ever became a threat to Soul Society. Kido Corps possess knowledge on what this spell is capable of, however, only Shobatsu Murasaki himself knows the incantation.
We have no other information regarding this spell but its existence, paired with the man it was created to slay being the only one who knows how to cast it, is cause for concern. Such a spell is likely a forbidden one and with no knowledge of its workings we cannot regulate it. All the more reason to send Shobatsu Murasaki back to the Muken or find someone capable of slaying him once and for all.
He was bared enough to not be floored completely by the information, he stood motionless and comprehended the sheer fact that Shobatsu murasaki could be brought to heel by a singular Kido. So powerful, that he in fact is the only one capable and the only being (or at least, until now) to have such information. While whosoever was looking into this particular secret, they may not know the incantation but just the knowledge of its existence could pose a large threat to the vast majority of souls within not only the Soul Society but for the Living World in itself. He also hinged on the final sentence in the dossier; ”All the more reason to send Shobatsu Murasaki back to the Muken or find someone capable of slaying him once and for all.” Were the Central Forty-Six at odds with the former Commander? Why would they feel a reason to rid themselves of the strongest Shinigami among the Gotei Thirteen…? He turned away from the monitor fairly quickly in immediate thought, thinking back to the events of the past three to five months leading up to this drama. The Kotestu, the coup on the First Division, the Visored incident, as well as the Kuchiki betrayal….was this all somehow connected? Were the Forty-Six sages on a set plan to blame this all on Shobatsu? Or was it an unproven long term goal to slowly sabotage the Seireitei from the top?
He quickly found his vision once more upon the monitor, taking a deep look at any other information missed in the document before closing and going to another. Leading himself back to the previous history tab and then again down the list of previous searches. Easily finding more hidden mysteries that were no longer mysterious, they were all simply swept underneath the rug of dishonor and distrust while those in power tried to keep the status quo. Dating back to many months prior, he found a document signed by a long dead member of the Central Forty-Six enlisting a contract in which was never to be seen in the light of day. He nearly couldn’t believe his eyes, they had to have been deceiving him. Just this once. He wished that he never saw the contract in which the Central Forty-Six enlists the Mukuro Clan in an attempt on the life of the Captain-Commander. With none other than the walking Phantom, the one man who is said to be a “Non-Person”, and the only true Shinigami to wear Death. The Captain of Division Two, Kyomu Mukuro was charged with the murder of former Captain-Commander Shobatsu Murasaki. His arms faded towards the edges of the console, his tall frame and wide wingspan allowed him to easily grip the table as he leaned forward to digest the dossier.
“As discussed in our last hearing, we have hired the Mukuro Clan for they’re expertise in the way of dispatching those who have long since expired their due date. We have all come to the collective understanding that the entire element of Shobatsu Murasaki is a danger to the Soul Society and releasing him from the Muken should have never taken place from the start. In an ideal world, we were able to choose the Captain-Commander based on his or her merits and responsibilities as not just a Shinigami, but a protector of souls of both living and dead alike.
The task ahead requires a keen amount of finesse and planning, thus requiring their most skilled headsman who just so happens to be within the grounds of the Seireitei as this event unfolds, they have elected Kyomu Mukuro as the lead on this task. We have been assured that by any means necessary that he will be successful in his task.
If not...We will just have to find other means of removal.”
He re-read the dossier three times in succession. This was his superior looking to meddle with the affairs of the Seireitei as a whole by basically picking and choosing who they’d like to lead the entirety of the Gotei Thirteen. The pillar in which the Forty-Six stand upon is sacred at the most simple word, they set the tone for the entirety of the Seireitei and the governance of the Soul Society is theirs alone to shoulder. To learn that they acted like such...rich and simple men for the “betterment” of the entire army is rubbish in the Adjudicator’s eyes. Although his world view was jaded and shrouded by the negatives, he always knew where his true north lied and that was with the Law, his entire foundation broke down before that console. Hanging his head in near shame, acting on the whims and needs of the Central ages, being told they knew best when they simply acted on selfish traits exhibited by the lowlifes he disdains. He took his orders from these men, he sent a man from his clan to be one of these men. While he didn’t worry for him, or his personal constitution, he was worried about the vices and voices that would look to steer him from making a just choice.
”Nothing….is sacred. The law…..is not what I thought it was…”
His head still limp in between his shoulders. Eyes glued to the keys that led him to this catastrophic information. Dark hair surrounding him, it fell slightly longer than his regular length as of late. Along with his five o’clock shadow, it had grown unceremoniously long, covering his face if looked upon squarely. After collecting his thoughts, and gathering his mental strength from learning the previous information he slowly raised his head once more and fixed his posture, to resume his gathering of information on this computer. He figured that if they were hiding such a large secret from the rest of the population then this console was fair game to the Bengoshi. His head turned back to the unconscious Akarui, still limp in his disposition, he’d have to remember to not give her a hard time after this incident of her falling drunk while on the job. Then again, even so her senses seemed to be above keen while drinking it. A spell perhaps? Easy to sedate one who already travels the path. He turned back and kept reading.
Making his way to the other tabs he found information regarding the pot in which was rumored to have been a primary reason for the birth of the new Visored’s within the Thirteen. His old division mate, Shirogane Kuchiki, looked to gain powers of a Hollow and seek to wreak havoc on souls in both living and dead planes. A shameful day in Sixth division when one of their own turned to evil deeds rather than walk a path of righteousness and far less guilt. The continued thought that the Kuchiki’s remain a name to be seduced by those who know nothing of their greatest failures and follies. It was too long that the Kiyoshi’s had to take a backseat to the “Keepers of History”. He intended to change that, one way or another. Gathering all information on the pot and its potential he quickly gave everything else a keen scan before logging off for the time being. He removed his gloves and instantly reached for his Denreishinki X from an inner pocket near his chest.
He tapped some buttons on the touchscreen face but he has infamously paged the entire Sixth and First Divisions once more to inform them of the situation, as delicate as it was he felt he knew exactly what he needed to do.
”Shusuke Kiyoshi, Third of Sixth. All personnel pair up and fan the Seireitei for suspicious activity spanning Fifty yards from Central. I need four individuals from the First Division to stay back at the Central entrance upon the end of this message for assistance. All Sixth Division members are to report back to the barracks for a debriefing by the end of day. That is all.”
He clicked the phone off after sending the mass message. Then promptly walked over to Akarui’s limp body and carefully placed her on his back, thankfully her attitude didn’t weigh her down as much as he’d initially assumed. He looked back upon the console and all he could think was what he learned today. He’d have to sit with this further. He currently had too many pots on the stove and nearly all were boiling over. Further thought and assessment would surely be employed over the next few hours and maybe even days. He began to once again exit the compound and walk through the threshold and made his way to the main sanctum once more to only climb the tall dark staircase once more. He was sick of being here, he had already stayed far too long into his lunch break as he only found more work to do while he was supposed to be finding some Sake. Little time to be angry however as when he ascended those steps he was instantly met by the four First Division shinigami as two took Akarui from his shoulders and into their care. He instructed them to carefully take her to the Fourth’s barracks and to immediately notify him upon her becoming conscious once more, he intended to find out who had been snooping around where they had no business to do so. They nodded fervently and instantly took off with a swift Shunpo. The other two he instructed to clean the innards of the chambers for the new sages' arrival, without another word they hopped on the job. He was now alone in the yard, Central was deserted.
He looked around to the formerly busy space and couldn’t help but feel unaccomplished. There was still more to investigate, but the grounds needed to be clear upon the arrival of the new members of the Central Forty-Six. It wouldn’t do well to have the stench of death make them uncomfortable on their first day of service. He sighed and wiped his face downwards as if it was long. He wished for simplicity and even that couldn’t be given to him, but found that to be complacent in the eyes of the criminals, cretins and sycophants he wished behind bars would show weakness. Weakness in the eyes of the Law, seemingly, the only True law would display unworthiness to carry the name Bengoshi. He intended to live up to that name.
Without haste, as the wind picked, it would seemingly have carried the Kiyoshi as well. Quickly seeming to dematerialize into thick black heavy smoke, his arms, legs and torso would soon become formless as the wind carried the smoke towards his next destination. His eyes met it with vigilance, as the gusts would take over the rest as it blew away his head and facial features into black into the atmosphere.
Central Seireitei ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Southwest Seireitei
