SWNOVELXO Chapter 7: CHAPTER 7:Rukia Kuchiki
"Alright then, Captain Ichimaru Gin, I'll keep it in mind," Shiraha replied with a composed smile, sheathing his blade as the aura of battle finally dissipated from the courtyard.
Ichimaru Gin turned with his usual enigmatic grin, addressing Kuchiki Yinling with a respectful nod. "Since the cause of the spiritual disturbance has been clarified, I'll return and report to Head Captain Yamamoto."
Kuchiki Yinling acknowledged with a brief nod, and the moment passed. With a flicker of Shunpo, Ichimaru Gin's figure vanished into the ether, his Reiatsu leaving a lingering trail behind.
"I'll be heading back to Seireitei as well," Byakuya Kuchiki said, his tone as crisp and composed as ever. The moment his suspicions had been confirmed—that the captain-level Reiatsu originated from Shiraha—his duty as Sixth Division Captain compelled him to return and formally report to the Gotei 13.
"Go on," Yinling replied, his voice laced with something between pride and relief.
Byakuya's sharp eyes glanced down at the Sixth Division members still struggling under the lingering effects of Shiraha's gravity. "Still can't stand?"
The downed soldiers of Squad Six, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, forced themselves up with effort and discipline. "Yes, Captain Kuchiki!" they responded in unison, voices firm despite fatigue. Supporting one another, they began to file out in formation, following their captain's lead.
When the dust settled and silence returned, only two remained standing within the shattered courtyard: the old patriarch and the rising star.
"Shiraha," Kuchiki Yinling said, stepping forward with measured pride, his hand resting heavily on the young man's shoulder, "your strength today far exceeded anything I expected."
Shiraha chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head, his humility genuine despite the power he had just displayed. "Honestly, I didn't expect it either. If not for the sign-in task pushing my limits, there's no way I could've beaten Captain Ichimaru Gin. That boost came at the perfect time."
His voice trailed off at the end, careful not to reveal anything more than necessary. Kuchiki Yinling, still marveling at the surge of Reiatsu he had sensed earlier, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "That spike in spiritual pressure—did you, perhaps, learn the name of your Zanpakutō in the middle of battle?"
It was the only logical explanation in his mind, the only precedent he could connect to such sudden growth.
Feigning confusion, Shiraha gave a slow shake of his head. "I honestly don't know what happened. It all felt... instinctual."
Of course, Shiraha couldn't tell him the truth—that his sudden leap in strength came from his system-enhanced template. Some things were better left unsaid, especially when trust in Soul Society's institutions still had limits.
Yinling stared for a moment longer, but sensing Shiraha's unwillingness to explain further, he chose not to press. "Even so, don't get complacent. Yes, you defeated a captain, but Ichimaru Gin never released his Bankai. Right now, your strength hovers around the vice-captain level at best."
The insight stung with honesty but carried no malice, only wisdom from a veteran who had once worn the haori of the Sixth Division himself. Yinling could see the raw talent, the potent Reiatsu, and the terrifying Zanpakutō ability—but he also recognized the gaps: battle experience, composure under pressure, and mastery of advanced Shinigami techniques.
"I understand," Shiraha replied, grateful that his grandfather hadn't pursued the topic of his mysterious growth.
"In a few days," Yinling continued, "Spiritual Arts Academy will begin a new term. You'll enter with Rukia."
At the mention of her name, his tone shifted slightly, the weight of history pressing into his words. Rukia Kuchiki—originally from Rukongai, a commoner by birth, and adopted into nobility under controversial circumstances. After Byakuya lost his wife Hisana, he'd found Rukia at the academy, and despite fierce opposition from clan elders, chose to bring her into the Kuchiki family as his adopted sister. It had been a scandal at the time, but Byakuya's will prevailed.
Shiraha's thoughts drifted at the mention of her name. "Rukia, huh… it's been a while."
His eyes softened as he touched his chin, a quiet smile crossing his lips. When Rukia first arrived, she'd been ostracized by the noble household, a silent stranger among bloodlines bred for power. Shiraha, younger brother to Byakuya and free of the suffocating arrogance many nobles displayed, was the first to treat her like a person. They had grown close during those early days, bound by quiet understanding.
But after Rukia entered the academy, her visits became rare. It had been over six months since they last spoke.
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Inside the First Division barracks, Head Captain Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni stood in silence, leaning on his staff, eyes closed as he listened.
To his left stood Ichimaru Gin, his face unreadable despite the faint scratch on his cheek. On his right, Byakuya Kuchiki stood tall, stoic as ever. Their presence alone carried the weight of a captain's authority, but today, they were summoned for an anomaly far greater than routine patrol or Hollow sightings.
"Kuchiki," the ancient voice rumbled, opening eyes that had seen the rise and fall of countless warriors, "you're saying the captain-level Reiatsu that erupted in Minami Rukongai came from your younger brother, Kuchiki Shiraha? And that this was his first time wielding his Zanpakutō's true power?"
"Yes, Captain-Commander," Byakuya replied evenly. "It was a spontaneous awakening of his Zanpakutō's ability."
Yamamoto nodded slightly, absorbing the report. The records showed Shiraha possessed mediocre spiritual aptitude in previous years—nothing that warranted Seireitei's attention. For someone like that to suddenly emit such force was not only suspicious, but historically unprecedented.
"I see," Yamamoto murmured, tapping his staff once against the polished floor. His gaze shifted to Ichimaru Gin. "You crossed blades with him?"
Ichimaru's smile widened as he bowed theatrically. "Ah yes, Captain. Shiraha-kun was... unexpectedly ferocious. Even I had to yield."
His robe was freshly laundered, the shredded remnants from their battle discarded, but Yamamoto could still sense the truth beneath the playfulness.
"No Bankai?"
"No, sir. I withheld it," Gin admitted without shame. "And yet, I was pushed hard enough that continuing the fight seemed... unwise."
The ancient commander said nothing for a moment, letting the silence speak volumes. Finally, his voice returned, low and firm. "A first awakening capable of suppressing a captain without Bankai. That is no small feat. What are your plans for him, Captain Kuchiki?"
Byakuya bowed slightly. "Grandfather intends for him to enroll in Spiritual Arts Academy. After graduation, we'll determine a suitable division placement."
Yamamoto gave a slight nod, his thoughts unreadable. For nobles of the Four Great Houses, joining Seireitei directly without academy training was customary, a courtesy extended only to those with recognized heritage and proven strength. That Shiraha would enter the Academy first spoke to the clan's caution—or perhaps its strategy.
"Very well. The matter is settled."
With a firm strike of his staff against the floor, Yamamoto turned and began walking toward the sliding doors, signaling the end of the meeting.
Byakuya and Gin exchanged a glance before following. Whatever came next, it was now clear: Kuchiki Shiraha had stepped out of obscurity, and the Gotei 13 had taken notice.