As he watched Ginrei Kuchiki's figure disappear, Kōga Kuchiki sat on the floor, his head hanging low in defeat. He couldn't stop himself from sinking into deep thought.
After a long silence, he stared blankly at the ground and murmured, "Did I go too far?"
"But... is this really my fault? Why won't Ginrei-sama acknowledge me? If he did... I wouldn't have—"
"You wouldn't have ended up like this, is that what you're trying to say?"
A sudden, unfamiliar voice made Kōga freeze.
Just then, the prison door creaked open as a Shinigami guard stepped aside, allowing a young man draped in a haori to enter, accompanied by another Shinigami.
Sitting in the corner, Kōga kept his hands over his face, seemingly oblivious to their arrival.
The young man spoke in a deep, steady tone, a faint smile on his lips. "I know about you, and I know the truth. Do you need help?"
Slowly, Kōga rose to his feet, turning his gaze toward the young man. There was something familiar about him, and that white haori made his identity clear.
"How do you know? Are you... from the Tsunayashiro Clan?"
His chest burned with fury. As his anger swelled, a white figure gradually took shape beside him.
The young man paused in mild surprise before letting out a chuckle. "What a unique Zanpakutō... but no, we're not from the Tsunayashiro Clan."
"In fact... to be precise, we're just like you—enemies of the Tsunayashiro."
"Enemies?" Kōga narrowed his eyes. "How can you prove it?"
His gaze flicked toward Muramasa, who had now materialized beside him. With a wave of his hand, he scoffed, "Forget it. I'll see for myself."
A moment later, his expression shifted in shock.
"Muramasa... how is this possible...?"
"You were hoping to use your Zanpakutō to read my memories?" The young man's voice remained calm and assured. "I'm afraid that won't work."
He crossed his arms, his confidence unwavering.
"If I've come to you, don't you think I would've already studied your abilities? Now... are you ready to sit down and have a proper conversation?"
Kōga let out a long sigh. With a flick of his hand, Muramasa faded from sight.
"What do you want to say?" he muttered, resigned.
...
Masatsuki Aozaki strolled leisurely down the street, dressed in his captain's uniform, his hands resting behind his head in a relaxed manner.
Ahead of him, Sōjun Kuchiki walked with a furrowed brow, his face clouded with concern.
"Sōjun, isn't Kōga getting released soon? What's with all the worrying?" Masatsuki asked casually.
Sōjun shot him an irritated glance. "Released? He may have left the 2nd Division, but he's still under house arrest!"
Masatsuki cast him a sidelong look.
"Why are you Kuchiki types always so uptight? It's just house arrest. If the Kuchiki Clan wants him out, they can just let him out whenever they want, right?"
Sōjun rolled his eyes.
The Kuchiki Clan upholds strict traditions. Did you really think everyone was as shameless as you?
Masatsuki chuckled, unconcerned. "You Kuchiki really love pretending to be all proper. If I didn't know that you and your wife are so close that every day you—"
Sōjun's body stiffened. In a flash, he clamped a hand over Masatsuki's mouth, glancing around in alarm. Only after confirming that no one had overheard did he exhale in relief.
"You brat! Stop running your mouth!"
...
2nd Division Prison.
"You can get Central 46 to overturn my sentence... declare me innocent?"
Kōga Kuchiki repeated the young man's words slowly, his expression dazed.
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