As Kyōraku Shunsui approached, Hirako Shinji waved with a grin and called out:
"Hey, Captain Kyōraku! Finally. Hurry up and take me inside, will you? And maybe give me a few tips on how to talk to these noble geezers without offending anyone. I'd rather not get on someone's bad side and have their mustache curled in rage."
"Captain Hirako, always so modest," Kyōraku replied, gently lowering his straw hat with a warm smile as his gaze swept over Kensei and Shiki.
"Captain Muguruma. You're here early too."
"Captain Kyōraku." Kensei offered a polite nod.
After a few customary greetings, the three captains naturally formed a group and headed toward the grand entrance of the Kuchiki estate.
That's when it clicked for Shiki: Hirako hadn't been loitering at the gates for no reason—he'd been waiting for Kyōraku.
Kyōraku came from a mid-tier noble family and was a captain himself. His presence would ward off the more arrogant nobles who liked to judge others strictly by rank.
With him around, most would think twice before attempting any probing conversations.
Shiki and Aizen kept a respectful distance, walking a few steps behind the trio as they entered the Kuchiki estate.
The entrance hall was vast and impressive, carved entirely from polished green jade.
Stone lanterns lined either side, burning Reishi flames that glowed warmly without being harsh. The glossy black floor reflected the intricate ceiling mural above, painted with scenes of the four seasons. A faint, elegant scent lingered in the air.
Carefully arranged moss-covered stones added a quiet solemnity, displaying the noble obsession with "refinement" and "stillness."
Servants in plain robes stood silently in the corridors, heads bowed.
But despite the calm atmosphere, the moment they stepped in, Shiki could feel the gazes.
Dozens of them, from every direction—subtle, measured, yet unmistakably fixed on him and Aizen, not the three captains in front.
Aizen tilted his head slightly and offered Shiki a gentle smile.
"Shiki-san draws attention no matter where he goes."
Shiki kept his gaze forward and replied evenly, "They're probably looking at you, Aizen-san."
A cold face, a warm one. Both young. Both 5th Seats. Both walking in behind captains, calm and unhurried.
They were a walking statement—and the nobles were watching.
The Kuchiki Clan had publicly opened the door to recruiting talent from the commoners. That was already enough to spark curiosity among the old houses.
If others could follow suit and recruit promising Shinigami into their families, it could bolster their own strength considerably.
And anyone brought to such an occasion by their captain? Their potential was clear.
Aizen acted as though he didn't notice the scrutiny. Still smiling, he asked in a friendly tone:
"Why the sudden shift in how you address me, Shiki-san? Did I do something to upset you recently?"
Shiki rolled his eyes inwardly but kept his tone flat.
"Aizen-san is no longer a student of Shin'o Academy, nor a fresh recruit. As a seated officer of the 5th Division, formal address is appropriate."
He wasn't just talking to Aizen. He was talking to Hirako Shinji up ahead.
'We're not close. We're just colleagues. Don't get it twisted.'
"Such strict titles and protocol… sometimes feel a bit cold," Aizen replied, sighing lightly. "Still, I'd prefer to call you a friend."
Shiki gave the textbook answer without flinching.
"The balance of Soul Society—and the three realms—rests on such structure. That's how we've maintained order for a thousand years."
Here he goes again—Aizen never missed a chance to dig a subtle philosophical trap.
That earlier line about "rigid systems" was clearly designed to sound like a casual lament. But to the captains ahead, it would read as criticism of the current noble and rank hierarchy.
"Is that so? I thought someone like you would yearn more for freedom," Aizen added with a smile that felt like a warm breeze.
"Freedom," Shiki said smoothly, "only has value when it is recognized and protected within a structured system."
By the time they finished this harmless chat, they'd arrived at the core of the estate: the Kuchiki Clan's main banquet hall.
It was massive, with towering ceilings and elegant palace lanterns made of spirit jade and crystal glass hanging above. Their soft light bathed the room in a tranquil glow.
Long tables lined with white cloths and beautifully arranged dishes filled the space.
But it was the seating arrangement that spoke volumes.
To the left: members of the Gotei 13 in their black uniforms—captains, vice-captains, seated officers.
To the right: nobles in ornate robes and ceremonial wear.
A clear line drawn between the military and the aristocracy.
Shiki followed the captains to a front table on the left.
As soon as they sat down, Hirako leaned back lazily and tilted his head toward Shiki and Aizen, voice teasing.
"Well, here's your chance. See those guys on the right? They've been eyeing you two since the gates. Looks like opportunity's knocking—ready for a shortcut to the top?"
Sure enough, barely moments after Hirako spoke, three well-dressed middle-aged nobles stood from the right and approached.
Their eyes swept over the captains briefly, then locked onto Shiki and Aizen with intent.
They gave the proper bows and greetings to Kyōraku, Hirako, and Kensei—offering the usual compliments about the Gotei 13's sacrifices.
Then, without delay, they shifted the topic.
"So this must be 9th Division's 5th Seat, Shiki. We've long heard of the 'Noble Prince'—his reputation is well-earned."
The noble with the short beard smiled, though his eyes clearly appraised him like a commodity.
"And Aizen—so young, and already held in such high regard by Captain Hirako. Truly, a man of promise," added the pale-faced one, with more warmth.
Their intentions became clearer as they spoke.
First came flattery: young talent, the future of Soul Society.
Then, veiled commentary: noble houses must constantly seek new strength and bloodlines.
Finally, the obvious pitch—mentioning suitable daughters at home, intelligent and beautiful, who would surely benefit from meeting such remarkable young men.
They never said "marry in," but the implication was unmistakable.
And between the two, the nobles clearly favored Aizen.
His smile was warm, his responses flawless. He thanked them for their praise, praised their daughters' reputations (which he obviously didn't know), and emphasized his current focus on his squad and his captain's trust.
He declined—without ever actually saying "no."
Then came Shiki's turn.
He cut straight to the point.
"Thank you for the offer. But I come from a common background. I'm used to more informal habits—hardly suited to noble life. And I have no such aspirations. I must decline."
Polite enough. But cold. And final.
The nobles' smiles froze.
The bearded one frowned, tone sharpening.
"That's rather shortsighted, 5th Seat Shiki. Lord Kuchiki has already taken the lead in welcoming commoner talent—it shows our sincerity in recognizing potential. Refusing such a chance out of stubbornness… could be seen as lacking perspective."
There it was—barely concealed condescension.
Kensei's face darkened, mouth parting to speak—
But Hirako casually laid a hand on his arm, holding him back.
He still wore the same lazy grin.
Shiki's gaze cooled, just as he prepared to craft a very proper rebuttal—
"Well, this looks lively!"
A bright, amused female voice cut in from the hall entrance.
Everyone turned.
A woman had appeared at the door—no one had seen her arrive. She walked toward them with unhurried confidence.
Long violet hair tied into a high ponytail, dusky skin glowing under the palace lights. Her squad haori was draped carelessly over one shoulder.
It was none other than the 2nd Division Captain—
Shihōin Yoruichi.
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