“Aizen knows us all too well. Yamamoto-Genryuusai is old, and… very traditional. It wouldn’t surprise me if Aizen’s plans mean to take full advantage of that.” The captain focused on the young men again. “That’s why I want you in my division. All of you, if you’re willing. You can continue to protect Karakura – and it’s well known my health prevents me from keeping as tight a rein on my people as would be expected of other captains. So if you needed to do something… unorthodox….”
Ichigo’s eyes narrowed. “You know Urahara, don’t you.”
Jyuushirou had to laugh. “Before he escaped? Oh yes. I knew him very well.” He glanced at the silent former Quincy. “I take it that amulet is his work? I’d wondered how any of you managed to steal Twelfth Division uniforms-”
“We’re getting it off tomorrow,” Ishida said flatly.
“I see.” Sogyo no Kotowari?
The young ones are still too new to wish to draw my attention, the double-echo of Jyuushirou’s zanpakutou murmured back. Zangetsu is sheltering them. He says they are still in shock; that they were only whispers of possibility, until the children left our portal into this dimension.
A protective older brother. Like his wielder. Urahara’s work, then.
Benihime is entirely too pleased with herself, Sogyo no Kotowari agreed.
Which meant Ishida was likely to find his goal far more difficult to reach than he imagined. “It would still be wise for me to register you as Ichigo’s nakama, even as a Quincy,” Jyuushirou stated. “We don’t know if Aizen took all his sympathizers with him. If another legal challenge were raised, while Soul Society is already in such disarray – well.” The captain shook his head. “At the least, Ishida-kun, it would cost us time. And I fear time may be all too precious, soon enough.”