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A sullen, grey light seeped through the high windows of the First Division meeting hall, painting elongated shadows over the polished wooden floorboards. The air hung dense with withheld words, each of the assembled Captains standing at their appointed places, expressions carefully schooled into neutrality. Jushiro Ukitake stood among them, his long white hair a stark banner against the gloom, his eyes lowered as he wrestled the tempest of betrayal and confusion swirling inside his chest. Why had he been excluded? The question smoldered behind his ribs, but he mastered it, forcing himself to observe protocol. He lifted his gaze as Yamamoto's formidable presence quieted the room, and with a serenity that masked the turmoil beneath, he asked, "Captain Commander... Where is you?" The silence…