Squad 12 – Underground Experimental Core
The air was thick with reiatsu, panic, and something darker — something unspoken.
Screams echoed through the corridor. Metallic arms buzzed overhead. The decontamination seals screeched as Tessai locked down the gates. This wasn't just an emergency — this was war behind the curtains.
Laid across the regeneration beds were Shinji, Hiyori, Love, Rose, Lisa, Kensei, Mashiro… Arthur… and Tōshirō.
All hollowfied. All burning with rage and madness.
Some still unconscious. Some screaming into void.
Mohit stood quietly, watching behind the glass.
Urahara's coat was stained with blood and oil. His usual smile was gone. His eyes were wild, hollow, desperate. He hadn't slept — not since that night.
"Tessai! We don't have time. We're losing them!"
Tessai slammed down a forbidden seal scroll, his voice grim. "This kido won't hold for long. Even with dimensional stabilization—"
"I know."
Urahara turned toward a sealed containment capsule. It pulsed with blue-purple light.
"Then we use this."
He held it up.
A perfect sphere. Almost delicate. Almost beautiful.
The Hōgyoku.
Mohit's eyes sharpened behind the glass.
So… this is it. The source of the spiral. The heart of all consequences.
"Captain…" Tessai stepped back. "You would risk it?"
Urahara nodded. "We either stabilize their souls now… or we lose them forever."
He didn't wait for approval.
The Hōgyoku was embedded into the soul-modulation device. Light exploded. The entire room began to shake. Spiritual barriers flickered — alarms screamed.
One by one, the captains and lieutenants stopped shaking.
The masks slowed.
Reiryoku stabilized.
Screams turned into breath.
They were still hollowfied — but alive. Balanced.
Mohit exhaled — a slow, bitter breath. "So… you did it."
But there was no time for relief.
Inside the giant dome-like court, Kisuke Urahara stood chained.
His captain's haori had already been stripped from him — but not his pride.
Tessai Tsukabishi stood behind him, calm and silent, like a wall willing to fall for its people.
The head judge stepped forward, voice dry and emotionless:
"Kisuke Urahara, Captain of Squad 12 — you are hereby accused of the use of unregulated, illegal hollowfication experiments on fellow captains and seated officers, including members of Squad 5, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11."
The crowd behind the thick barriers gasped. But Kisuke didn't even blink.
"You are also accused of concealing the existence of a potentially destructive object — and using forbidden Kido within Seireitei walls."
Kisuke finally spoke — calmly, firmly:
"I didn't use anything forbidden until I had no other choice. I was saving lives. What I did — I did because of an ambush by someone hiding in plain sight."
Another judge slammed their gavel down.
"Silence! No evidence supports this 'ambush' you claim. Two Captains witnessed Lieutenant Aizen of Squad 5 stationed at his post the entire time."
Urahara's fists tightened inside the shackles.
They'd fallen for the illusion — like everyone else.
He turned slightly toward the rows of watchers, where Ukitake, Shunsui, Isshin, and Mohit stood in silence.
But his eyes lingered on Mohit — just for a moment — as if silently saying "You were right about fearing evolution."
Then the hammer fell.
"You are hereby banished from Soul Society. Stripped of rank, title, and rights. You are no longer part of the Gotei 13."
Tessai's sentence followed swiftly:
"Tessai Tsukabishi — for the use of time-warping Kido, the crime of distorting dimension and halting flow of events — you are sentenced to imprisonment in Muken."
That Night – The Escape Beneath Sokyoku Hill
Yoruichi moved like a shadow laced with fury.
She infiltrated the Central prison, releasing Tessai and Urahara without hesitation.
Urahara looked up as the chains hit the floor.
"Didn't think you'd come."
Yoruichi grinned. "Yeah well, I figured you'd get lonely waiting to rot."
The three of them rushed through the old catacombs beneath Seireitei — unknown to most, but not to Mohit.
Forest Edge – Near the Hidden Path
A dozen Central 46 enforcers closed in on them — fast, armored, prepared for a battle.
But death got there first.
One by one, they dropped.
No scream. Just the shink! of silk-thin threads slicing necks, joints, knees.
From a branch above, a lone figure leapt down — wearing a worn cloak, face half-covered.
Mohit. In disguise.
His voice was cold, emotionless:
"They were never your enemies. You're just too blind to see who the real one is."
One guard remained, shaking.
Mohit walked up to him — close — until only a breath separated them.
"Run. And forget you ever saw them. Or stay… and I'll show you what happens to those who follow blind orders."
The guard fell to his knees and ran without looking back.
Inside the Hidden Training Ground
Yoruichi, Tessai, and Urahara made it through.
The gates sealed.
They were safe — for now.
Urahara sat down, exhausted, but grateful.
"Thanks for getting us out…"
Yoruichi smiled faintly. "Thank Mohit. He was already there before I arrived."
Urahara nodded slowly… then looked down at his hand, the very one that had once held the Hōgyoku.
Now empty.
Now hunted.
"This place will be our shadow. Until the truth burns bright again."
And from the darkness, a new force would be born —
One that Soul Society tried to silence.
But legends never die quietly.
The cave beneath Sokyoku Hill was still and dim, echoing with the soft hum of healing Kido.
Yoruichi stood silently, arms crossed as she watched the unconscious bodies laid carefully across the stone floor.
Urahara, Tessai, and the hollofied:
Shinji, Rose, Love, Lisa, Hiyori, Kensei, Mashiro, Arthur, and even young Tōshirō —
All of them laid broken, barely breathing, spirits flickering like dying embers.
"We'll take them to the World of the Living," Urahara whispered, eyes heavy with guilt and resolve. "The Soul Society doesn't want the truth — so we'll build one ourselves."
And so they vanished.
Karakura Town — the new refuge for exiles and ghosts burdened by knowledge.
Back in Soul Society – A Heavy Stillness
Time passed. But the echoes of what happened didn't fade.
Gotei 13 looked strong again — but the cracks were still there.
Captain Shunsui Kyoraku sat in his office more than usual now.
His eyes would often wander to the second desk — the one that used to belong to Lieutenant Lisa Yadōmaru.
He never said it, but the silence in Squad 8 was louder than any war drum.
"I told her to stay sharp…" he muttered once, the words lost in sake and regret.
—
Rangiku Matsumoto, bold and wild as ever, still carried her charm.
But if anyone watched closely — they'd see the way she paused when someone mentioned Tōshirō Hitsugaya.
She teased him, annoyed him, acted like the big sister he never asked for —
But he was hers, and she knew he should've never been sent on that mission.
She once stood on Squad 10's rooftop for hours, staring toward the west, where the World of the Living lay hidden.
"You better come back, brat… You promised me a rematch."
Rebuilding the Ranks – Quiet Ambitions Rise
The years ticked by.
The Central 46, desperate to restore order and save face, appointed new captains:
Sōsuke Aizen, a soft-spoken genius with a saint's smile, was promoted to Captain of Squad 5.
No one knew he already wore masks in silence.
Ichimaru Gin, sly and silver-eyed, now led Squad 3 — though most felt a chill when he smiled.
Only one man in Soul Society truly remembered what Gin once feared.
Kaname Tōsen, righteous and blind, was given command of Squad 9, filling the hole Kensei left behind.
He said nothing of the threads that once left his body bleeding.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Urahara's chosen monster, was elevated as Captain of Squad 12.
He inherited the lab — but not the secrets buried beneath it.
Sajin Komamura, the armored warrior with the heart of loyalty, took Squad 7 — replacing Love.
He never asked questions about what really happened.