Chapter 94: Refusal
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi hadn’t expected things to go smoothly with Kaien. Then again, she hadn’t taken Kazuya’s voice into consideration. She couldn’t give enough praise to his mesmerizing voice that went against all the logic.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘How did he get that?”</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Even Kisuke, a man known for his relentless pursuit of knowledge, found the enchanting quality of Kazuya''s voice a mystery, ultimatelybeling it as Kazuya’s "natural gift." While some people faltered in the cycle of reincarnation, bing memory-less "nks," Kazuya had somehow reaped immense rewards from an ''imperfect'' reincarnation.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘It can’t all be coincidences. There has to be a reason for it.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Her curiosity ignited like a wildfire. His ability to switch between Quincy and Hollow had shattered the barriers of established lore and history. Furthermore, he was on the brink of attaining a Zanpakutō and bing a full-fledged Shinigami.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘He is nowhere close to his ceiling.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">If he survived, he’d undoubtedly reach a level beyond Captain Commander Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, perhaps reaching near the level of Soul King, the god reigning over the Soul Society. Then again, he never looked like the type to reign over people. A whimsical, carefree nature that was simr to her own. She could somehow trust him and his group to never walk the path of evil.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lying under a tree, she nced at the silver-haired man leaning against the tree.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m excited to see his future.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t everyday she’d stumble into a man of his potential. To increase the odds of his journey to hispletion, she had a couple of ns. One of them was imparting him with the knowledge of Shunkō, the highest form of Hakudo techniques.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya noticed her nce and raised a brow. “What’s up?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi shook her head. “No ce can match the Soul Society’s air.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s because you grew up here,” he said with a smile. “Nostalgia is one hell of a drug.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Silently nodding in agreement, Yoruichi studied him. “You don’t look so cheerful now. Regretting your decision toe here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya widened his eyes before he burst intoughter — a contagiousughter that could make even the sternest person crack a smile. Had Yoruichi been a little weak-willed, she would have startedughing alongside him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yoruichi, you’re a dumbass. Wanna know why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The ck cat narrowed her eyes at his cynical remark. “Why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You keep thinking I’m here to finish your stupid mission.” He leaned back against the tree, hand resting on his forehead, a smirk of disdain on his face. “I didn’t volunteer to sacrifice my peaceful life for your cause. I have no love for the Soul Society or anyone here. In fact, I wouldn’t mind watching it disappear into mes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi’s Reiatsu red. Despite being exiled and treated like a criminal, she very much loved the Soul Society.
<span style="font-weight:400">He continued, “I’m here on my volition because I''ve got something to gain. What is it? Figure it out yourself.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Apart from meeting Unohana and awakening his own Zanpakutō as a Shinigami, he had his own ulterior motive behind helping them. Making Yoruichi and Kisuke, two of the best teachers in the Bleach world, owe him a huge favor. His strength would reach another level with their help. They were a necessary piece in bringing his fusion ns to reality.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi rolled her eyes. “Knowing you, it’s probably some chick.”
<span style="font-weight:400">{Distracting her mind from worrying… Partner, you’re too soft.}
<span style="font-weight:400">Nami saw through his cynical disy with ease. They weren’t soulmates for nothing.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I hate to see her acting all concerned. She looks the best when cracking shitty jokes and being a tease.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Making a woman fret needlessly was not his style.
<span style="font-weight:400">He scooped up the ck cat, settling her on hisp. “What if I say it’s you, Lady Yoruichi?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll say, you’re a hundred years too young to chase me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Eh, I’m not gonna wait a hundred years. What do you want in your lover?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not a single thing.” Yoruichi wriggled out of his grip and sprang away. Looking over her shoulder, golden eyes glinting, she tilted her head. “There is no man in this world who can tie down sh Goddess Yoruichi.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Instead of disappointment, she was met with his bubblyughter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then I have a chance,” he said with a mysterious smile. “Don’t go yet. I need your help with something.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi walked back to him and hit him with her soft paws. “What is it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mind teaching me some Kidō?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh, why? You’ll eventually learn them in the academy anyways.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kidō was extensively covered in the academy since the students hardly awakened the Shikai form of their Zanpakutō. Kidō spells continued to serve as the main source of offense/defense of the students even after they became Shinigami.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya patted her head. “I’d prefer to learn from you. Teach me everything—from the basics to the most advanced. Make these seventeen days count.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The Shinigami’s admission was still seventeen days away. Kaien had proposed to get him admission right now with his influence. He, of course, declined. He didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb by being associated with the Shiba n.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi rolled on her back, cutely swinging her paw in the air. “You mistake me for someone else. ‘Coz I’m just azy cat, riding the waves to the sunset~.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stop that. Teach me!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“‘Coz I’m just azy cat~.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know what, I’m going back to the living world.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With that, Kazuya rose and headed towards Kūkaku’s house. Yoruichi yawned, her golden eyes following his retreating figure. Like most cats, Yoruichi was prone to afternoon drowsiness, particrly in a cozy andfortable environment.
<span style="font-weight:400">She hopped onto a branch, allowing her body to rx. However, a surge of energy abruptly disrupted her drowsiness, snapping her back into alertness. She recognized this energy — a byproduct of the spatial distortions caused by Senkaimon, the dimensional gate. The gate had barely opened before it snapped shut, and every hint of Kazuya’s Reiatsu went absent.
<span style="font-weight:400">He had left the Soul Society.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He... He wasn’t joking...”
<span style="font-weight:400">A sudden restlessness gripped her as she dashed to hisst known location with her Shunpo. She couldn’t help but feel that herziness and negligence had jeopardized the sess of her crucial mission.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Dammit. When did he be such a snowke?’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Arriving at the location where the Senkaimon had opened, she found Kaien’s wife, Miyako, standing there with a somewhat solemn expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where did Kazuya go?” Yoruichi asked with urgency.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Karakura Town,” Miyako answered. “He missed his wives. I can empathize with that sentiment, so I requested Kaien to apany him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was against Shinigami’s rules to open a Senkaimon for personal reasons but the Shiba couple had no qualms against breaking a few rules for him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yoruichi’s breath left her in a weighty sigh. “What…?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kisuke and her had extended Kazuya the freedom to visit his family at any time. However, an undercurrent of unease stirred within Yoruichi — a nagging dread that he might not return after she ignored his request to teach him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Miyako, take me to Karakura Town.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t ask.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">Elsewhere, nestled in the far reaches of the First District, a duo of youngsters satnguidly outside their modest home, indulging in the sweet delight of a ripe watermelon. Suddenly, they felt a shockwave that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of their beings, drawing their attention towards the northern reaches of the district.
<span style="font-weight:400">The young girl with short twintails knitted her brow in confusion. "What was that?"
<span style="font-weight:400">The young boy with short silver hair mirrored her frown. “It was the second one, wasn’t it? I’m going to check it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shiro-chan, let’s go!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t call me that!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Thus, the naive pair of Momo Hinamori and Toshiro Hitsugaya set off on an adventure to uncover the mysterious fluctuations of spiritual energies within their district. At their current age, they were mostly oblivious to the concepts of Reiryoku and Reiatsu. However, their world was about to expand in ways they could never have anticipated.