Bleach: The Two Gods of One Family

"If you want to deal with the Aiyan brothers, you must first recognize that they are the enemy."

"But unfortunately, no one in the great Seireitei has this awareness except me, including you, Urahara Kisuke."

"In this case, then I will help Gotei 13 and let them see the true face of Aiyan."

Hirako Shinji looked into Urahara Kisuke's eyes.

"It starts with you."

He said with a smile, his tone revealing a bit of a death wish.

"You want to risk your life?"

Urahara Kisuke's pupils narrowed when he heard this, and he saw Hirako Shinji's determination.

"It should be said that I can only gamble with my life."

"Urahara Kisuke, you can calmly talk to me about Aiyan. In other words, you are indeed as I expected, a person who can see through the truth and the essence, but it is not enough.

"You and Aiyan had a friendship as classmates. This relationship blinded your eyes and interfered with your judgment. Unless there is conclusive evidence, you will not choose to accept the knowledge that Aiyan is the mastermind behind this."

When Hirako Shinji said this, he spread his hands:

"I'll give you this evidence."

"Just wait patiently. If one day you receive news of my death and news of an accident in the Kuchiki family, and then all the blame is attributed to me, Hirako Shinji, then you don't have to doubt that it was Brother Aiyan who did it."

"This shouldn't be difficult for you, Urahara Kisuke."

When talking about life and death, Hirako Shinji smiled calmly, as if he was not the one who would die.

"What if the result is not what you said?"

Urahara Kisuke's face turned pale.

Little did he know that Hirako Shinji was planning to gamble his life against Aiyan.

"Definitely it is."

"I can't mistake Aiyan and Aizen, just like I can't mistake you, Urahara Kisuke."

"If I have to say who in the Seireitei can compete with Aiyan, not Captain Yamamoto, not other Gotei captains, this Shinigami must be you, Urahara Kisuke.

"There is no doubt about it."

Hirako Shinji grinned, revealing a bit of determination to entrust everything to Urahara Kisuke.

"I think this should be the last time we see each other."

"Remember, don't tell anyone about us."

"If you don't want to die by Aiyan or Aizen's knife."

Finished.

He turned around and walked out of the dormitory.

"Is it worth it? Hirako Shinji."

"Use yourself as a chess piece and play chess with Aiyan. Even if you win, at the cost of your life, you will only win one piece of Aiyan. No, at best, you will win half of Aiyan's piece.

And it's not painful at all for him.

"But what about you! No matter whether you win or lose, you have to give everything, even if you have to bear all the charges and die."

Urahara Kisuke stared at Hirako Shinji's back and murmured.

"Then help me win back the remaining half."

"The rest is up to you."

"Urahara Kisuke."

Hearing the whisper from behind, Hirako Shinji stopped suddenly, left a word, and disappeared from Urahara Kisuke's sight without looking back.

Ta-ta

Urahara Kisuke opened a bottle of wine and poured it in front of Hirako Shinji's grave.

Although the tomb was filled with sacrifices brought by Muguruma Kensei and Ōtoribashi Rōjūrō, including meat, wine, and fruits, he knew it.

If Hirako Shinji was alive in hell, he would only want to drink the wine he brought.

"I see, I am the piece you won back from Aiyan and the others!"

"Hirako, you walked away in style, but you made me miserable. Now I'm the only one left."

"Is this how you felt at that time? Seireitei is full of Shinigami, but they are still alone and helpless."

Urahara Kisuke poured half of the wine, then stopped and drank it himself.

"In just a short period of time, Aiyan and the others have gone from Rukongai civilians to beings who manipulate Gotei 13 at will."

"It's really scary!"

"I have always faced an opponent like this alone, and yet I still managed to defeat Aiyan's half-piece. It's hard for you, Hirako."

He sat alone in front of Hirako Shinji's grave, drinking and talking to himself.

It was as if what was in front of him was not Hirako Shinji's grave, but Hirako Shinji who had returned from hell and was communicating with him.

This sitting lasted half a day.

"Let's go. I'll see you next time."

"By the way, the remaining fat man, I will try to help you win against Aiyan, if I can."

"So be it!"

Urahara Kisuke stood up and patted the dust on his clothes. After erasing all the traces he left on Hirako Shinji's grave, he put on his black cloak again and completely hid his Reiatsu before Shunpo disappeared like a ghost.

Woo woo

The cold wind that had just stopped blew again, and pieces of fallen leaves drifted down.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but it happened to fall on the spot where Urahara Kisuke was sitting before leaving.

Rukongai 80th District....

"It's still the same as before."

"Nothing has changed at all."

"Huh... even the air is filled with the smell of blood and killing."

Aiyan stood on a desolate plain and took a gentle breath. The air that filled the tip of his nose was mixed with weak spirit particles and a strong smell of blood.

After an absence of many months, he returned from Seireitei, which symbolizes order and numerous palaces, to the 80th District, which symbolizes chaos and killing, where he landed at the beginning of his journey.

Not only did he not feel any discomfort when he returned to his old place, he actually had a pleasant smile on his face.

"There's a guy there."

"Looking at the outfit, it looks like a Shinigami!"

"Whatever he is, look at his knife and his clothes, don't you want them?"

"Why are there so many of us going together?"

Just when Aiyan was recalling the bloody air of the 80th District and the turbulent years at the beginning of his time travel, dozens of ragged figures in the dark, but without exception with ferocious faces, were already staring at him.

These people held bamboo knives, some held wooden guns, some held bows and arrows, and some even owned a sealed state.

Apparently.

Wearing captain Haori's uniform, Aiyan, whose appearance and temperament fit in perfectly with the refugees in the 80th District, was targeted by them.

As for Shinigami's identity, it cannot have much of a deterrent effect in this area.

After all, this is Rukongai District 80 where a glass of water is worth more than a human life.

However,

Just as they were preparing to rush out in twos and threes with knives, everyone suddenly stopped in place, and then their whole bodies tensed up, and the ferocious smiles on their faces turned into fear and pain at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Click

Bursts of crunching sounds like roasted chestnuts came from their bodies, and then their bodies went from standing up straight, to bending, to kneeling, and finally to crawling on the ground.

"Ah!"

The painful roar mixed with intense fear stopped abruptly the moment it spread.

Just because they were lying on the ground, it was like they were run over by a mountain falling from the sky, their muscles and skin were shattered, and their internal organs and bones were exploded.

As bright red as blood and as white as bones, they formed a feast of red and white blood.

The smell of blood that filled the air was a bit stronger than before.

Aiyan seemed to have noticed it, and the pleasant smile on his lips became even bigger.

"Roar!"

With a roar like a beast, a powerful yet extremely chaotic Reiatsu rose into the sky.

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