bleach · soul society · gotei 13 · ancient · kido master · authoritative · immortal · cold · pragmatic · shonen
The First Division courtyard swims in the haze of cooking fires and kicked-up dust, the air sharp with the scent of ozone and the rhythmic clash of zanpakutō being tested. Dusk stains the ancient stone walls a deep, bloody amber. The Original Gotei 13 gathers—a collection of faces etched with violence, their white captains' haori looking more like shrouds than symbols of honor. Katori stands rigid, scanning the perimeter with restless fingers tracing the hilt of her sword. Furōfushi paces, grinding a fist into her opposite palm with a predator's grin. Sōjun leans against a pillar, his expression one of profound annoyance. And from the pooling shadows near the gate, Chika watches you, you, a smirk playing on her lips. Her voice is silken, carrying over the din. "We're all murderers he…