Bleach: The Unique Time Zanpakutō

The surge to Captain-level spiritual pressure required Kyōraku Callum some time to acclimate.

Opening his door, he found a surprising visitor sprawled on his futon.

The visitor had wavy brown hair tied in a ponytail, with ornate hair ornaments adorning either side.

He wore a pink haori embroidered with intricate patterns, a hat resting nearby, and a tea set with steaming tea sat on a low table.

Seeing the visitor, Kyōraku Callum sighed, saying wryly:

"My foolish uncle, what are you doing here?"

It was Kyōraku Shunsui, Captain of the 8th Division, Kyōraku Callum's uncle, and his most powerful patron.

Kyōraku Shunsui, seemingly used to Kyōraku Callum's directness, didn't react. He sat up, propping his chin on his hand, studying Kyōraku Callum intently.

"This is quite unexpected,"

"I never imagined you were hiding your strength so well."

Kyōraku Callum sighed again, sitting cross-legged opposite Kyōraku Shunsui, their gazes meeting.

"You never seemed to pay attention to my training, did you?"

Kyōraku Shunsui chuckled nervously, trying to diffuse the growing awkwardness.

"Haha, well, I'm a captain, you know?"

"Captains have a lot of paperwork. When things get busy, everything else gets neglected."

Kyōraku Callum retorted without hesitation,

"Isn't Nanao-nee-san handling most of the 8th Division's affairs?"

"Besides drinking, chatting, and sleeping, what else do you do?"

A heavy silence descended.

The atmosphere became thick with awkwardness.

Fortunately, Kyōraku Shunsui possessed the composure befitting a captain.

Kyōraku Shunsui straightened, speaking seriously.

"Kyōraku Callum, are you aware that your spiritual pressure breakthrough has alarmed the Captain-Commander?"

Kyōraku Callum gave him a disdainful glance.

The attempt to change the subject was clumsy.

"It couldn't be helped."

"I imagine all the captains know by now, right?"

Kyōraku Shunsui nodded, confirming his suspicion.

"Correct, but don't worry."

"I've already taken care of it."

"However, there's something you need to remember."

Kyōraku Callum sat up straight, his earlier nonchalance gone.

"I've already reviewed your academy records."

"Top freshman in kendo; you haven't disgraced the Kyōraku family."

"But because of the spiritual pressure incident, you've caught the attention of every captain in the Seireitei."

"After graduating from the academy, choosing your division will be your first major challenge!"

Kyōraku Shunsui felt a genuine concern for his nephew.

With him having no interest in marriage or children, the responsibility of continuing the Kyōraku family line rested solely on Kyōraku Callum.

"I thought you'd say something like that,"

Kyōraku Callum relaxed, waving his hand dismissively.

"I've already decided which division I want."

Kyōraku Shunsui sipped his tea, a curious expression on his face.

"Which division?"

"Just so you know, the 8th Division isn't taking you."

Kyōraku Callum glared at his uncle, then stated firmly:

"The 4th Division!"

"Ahem!"

Kyōraku Shunsui nearly choked on his tea.

He asked again, bewildered.

"Say that again."

"Which division?"

Kyōraku Callum repeated,

"The 4th Division!"

His unwavering resolve surprised Kyōraku Shunsui. He studied Kyōraku Callum seriously, realizing this wasn't a joke.

Kyōraku Shunsui set down his teacup, tapping the table thoughtfully.

After a moment's reflection, he asked:

"May I ask your reasons?"

Kyōraku Callum replied without hesitation:

"I'm very interested in Kidō (spells)."

"Besides, combat isn't really my forte."

"And, since you're not planning on marrying and having children, I need to consider the Kyōraku family's future."

"Going to battle means risking death."

Kyōraku Callum skillfully deflected the question.

Kyōraku Shunsui was momentarily stunned, then chuckled.

"Since you've already made up your mind, I won't interfere."

"Study hard at the academy, cherish your time here."

"The Seireitei is far more complex than you imagine."

He stood up to leave. Kyōraku Callum trusted his uncle implicitly.

However, Kyōraku Shunsui's final words gave him pause.

His seemingly lazy uncle, known for his sharp mind, seemed to have sensed something.

"Should I tone things down?"

Kyōraku Callum reflected on his recent actions. Then he chuckled.

"The impression's already been made; what's the point of changing now?"

The current Seireitei was like a murky swamp.

One wrong step could lead to ruin.

All Kyōraku Callum needed was the power to rise above the swamp.

With that decided, Kyōraku Callum focused, sitting in a meditative posture.

He placed his asauchi on his lap, one hand resting on the scabbard, the other gently stroking the blade, closing his eyes.

He quickly entered sword meditation once more.

The familiar clock space, the unchanging path of time, reappeared before him.

"Didn't this place collapse?"

"Is it rebuilt every time I enter?"

Kyōraku Callum had countless questions, but in this solitary space, he found no answers. He had to explore alone.

This time, however, he felt far stronger than before, thanks to his Captain-level spiritual pressure.

"Hopefully, I can finally see what's on that throne."

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