SWNOVELXO Chapter 51: CHAPTER 51:The Secret
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"Haha, that joke's not funny at all, Mr. Moyu," Urahara Kisuke said with a chuckle, removing his bucket hat and setting it beside the teacup, a faint smirk playing at his lips. "Besides… capturing us isn't something easily done."
Moyu tapped the table with steady rhythm, each soft thud echoing in the quiet room like the heartbeat of tension. "You hold yourself in high regard, Mr. Urahara, but at the same time, you've underestimated me. Being deployed to the World of the Living is already a recognition of my strength."
Urahara slammed the table with a loud bang, laughing heartily without masking the sharp glint in his eyes. "Ahh, still so confident, Mr. Moyu. I was the former Captain of the Twelfth Division, you know. And sitting beside you is Shihouin Yoruichi—the former Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukidō, former Captain of the Second Division, the Flash Goddess herself."
He leaned forward, mock amusement lining his voice as he narrowed his gaze. "Exactly what kind of power makes you think you could arrest both of us?"
Moyu's eyes shifted briefly to Yoruichi, then returned to Urahara's with composed clarity. "But who ever said… Yoruichi is on your side?"
The atmosphere froze. Urahara stiffened like rusted steel, his head turning toward Yoruichi with an almost mechanical creak as disbelief contorted his expression. "Yoruichi, don't tell me…"
Before he could finish, Yoruichi waved a hand dismissively, her expression unreadable. "No need for boring questions. As a friend, I naturally…"
His face softened with relief, but the illusion shattered before it could settle.
"…stand with Moyu, of course."
Whatever words remained died in Urahara's throat. He sat frozen, eyes locked wide as silence returned with cruel finality. The faint crack of mood lightened the tension in the room, but the silence that followed carried a weight no laughter could lift.
Eventually, Urahara's stiff expression broke. He exhaled, slow and long, before lifting his gaze toward Moyu once more, this time without jest. "…Then, can you at least explain your purpose?"
Moyu's voice held no warmth, only clarity. "You were the one who committed the crime. Not Yoruichi. The sentence of exile belongs to you alone."
Yoruichi blinked, caught off guard by the brutal precision in his words. She hadn't expected such a clean division from someone like him.
"Ahh… I see," Urahara murmured, fanning himself with that ever-present paper fan, a forced grin creeping across his face to mask the shift in air. "So it's because of Yoruichi, then."
He leaned back, eyes narrowed with a foxlike grin. "So what now? Planning to haul me away, or should we pick a quiet alley and fight it out like old friends?"
Moyu's fingers ceased tapping. They lay flat on the table, silent and still. His gaze sharpened.
Urahara's laughter cut off instantly. The air thickened, and for a long breath, neither moved.
Then, Urahara sighed as if conceding some hidden weight. "Seems I'll have to share a few secrets, then."
His voice dropped, the mischief gone, replaced by something quieter, heavier. He set the fan down and folded his hands. "Maybe it'll be enough to change your mind."
Moyu's eyes lowered slightly. "Secrets?" The word lingered with disdain. "You mean you committed a crime… and you're still hiding more?"
But even as he asked, he already knew the path this conversation would take. He had pieced together the Hollowfication Incident long ago—perhaps more completely than Urahara himself. Still, he let the man speak, let him walk through it, let him try to justify what Moyu had already confirmed.
After all, when dealing with someone as cunning as Urahara Kisuke, it was always more revealing to let them flip their own cards face-up.
"You're familiar with the Hollowfication Incident from a hundred years ago, aren't you?" Urahara's voice had dropped another octave. "Because of that experiment, I was sentenced to lose all spiritual power and exiled permanently to the World of the Living."
He glanced toward Yoruichi. "It was only thanks to her that I escaped the Soul Society at all. But even then, there was another—someone orchestrating the entire experiment behind the scenes."
Yoruichi's tone, when it came, matched the gravity of his. "After years of tracking him, I can confirm what Urahara says. But the one truly responsible… is far too dangerous. For your safety, we can't say more."
Her gaze locked on Moyu. "If he even suspects that you know… you'll be dead before you realize it."
They both looked at him, their expressions no longer concealing the truth behind their concern. But Moyu didn't flinch. Instead, he shook his head slowly, letting out a soft sigh that cut through the thick air.
"It seems neither of you trusts me very much."
His voice, when it came again, was low and even. "Truthfully, you don't need to worry about me. When I was still a student at the Spiritual Arts Academy… he already tried to recruit me."
The silence cracked again.
Moyu's voice dropped to a near-whisper, each word dragging a chill through the room.
"That dangerous man you're so afraid of… is Aizen Sōsuke."
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