Bleach: In Soul Society, I just want to retire

Yamabuki Ditang leaned in closer to Yamamoto and whispered his plan, his voice low but filled with unmistakable mischief.

It wasn't just an ordinary plan—it was the kind of plan that would make even the most audacious schemer think twice. If this had been the Yamamoto of a thousand years later—calm, disciplined, and morally steadfast—he would've likely scoffed at such a proposal. But the Yamamoto of this era was a far different man. Ruthless and unyielding, he would go to any lengths to achieve his goals.

Yamamoto's brows furrowed as he listened, his sharp eyes narrowing. "Are you certain this will work?"

Yamabuki grinned. "How can we know if we don't try? Besides, it's a win-win situation. Even if it doesn't succeed, it won't hurt us in any way."

After a brief pause, Yamamoto gave a single nod. "Alright. We'll do as you suggest."

If Yamabuki Ditang's plan worked, it would mark a turning point for the fledgling Gotei 13, elevating it to unparalleled prominence.

Without delay, Yamamoto summoned the current members of the Gotei 13 to his room.

The lineup of the Gotei 13 at this time was still a far cry from the organized squads that would exist a millennium later. The group consisted of Yamamoto himself, Shihōin Chihiro, Saitō Furoubushi, Kirinji Tenjirō, and Yamabuki Ditang.

Quebo Chōjirō, the young recruit, wasn't considered a full member yet. His inexperience made him unfit for sensitive matters like this.

Once everyone was gathered, Yamamoto laid out the details of the plan. As he spoke, his subordinates listened carefully.

Yamabuki, however, was unbothered by their opinions. After all, he knew exactly who these people were: the first generation of the Gotei 13, a group of lunatics whose reputations would go down in history as nothing short of infamous.

A thousand years from now, Yhwach himself would describe Yamamoto Shigekuni as a leader so ruthless that he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice his own men for the sake of victory. And while Unohana Retsu wasn't present in this meeting, her legacy as one of the greatest villains in Soul Society history loomed large.

"I have no objections," Shihōin Chihiro said, leaning back with a lazy grin. "We're here to have some fun, right? Let's get on with it."

Saitō Furoubushi, ever the thrill-seeker, practically vibrated with excitement. "Let's go already! I don't care what the plan is, as long as I get to fight someone!"

Yamamoto turned to Kirinji Tenjirō, his gaze steady. "As for you, you'll leave Soul Society temporarily. Take the two children with you and ensure their safety. Return when it's over."

Kirinji nodded without hesitation. He understood the times they lived in. In an era this chaotic, being kind-hearted was a surefire way to get yourself killed.

With unanimous agreement from the group, the plan was set in motion.

At dawn the next day, Kirinji Tenjirō left Seireitei with Hanako and Chōjirō. To the public, they announced that they were heading into the mountains to gather medicinal herbs. Neither of the children suspected anything, following Kirinji without question.

Meanwhile, back in Seireitei, life seemed to continue as usual. Nobles lounged in their estates, sipping tea, arranging flowers, and gossiping about their latest conquests. The air was filled with the kind of peace that only privilege could afford.

Shihōin Chihiro, standing atop the tallest structure in Seireitei, gazed down at the nobles with a smirk. "These arrogant fools," he muttered. "I wonder how long their smug little smiles will last."

Reaching into his robes, he retrieved a small, egg-shaped object. Without hesitation, he tossed it into the air.

The object detonated with a soft pop, releasing an invisible energy that spread across the skies of Soul Society. It was a Hollow Attractor, a device designed to lure Hollows en masse. In later centuries, Ishida Uryū would use a similar device to summon Hollows during his battle with Kurosaki Ichigo. But the attractor Shihōin Chihiro had unleashed was far more potent.

For several minutes, nothing happened. The streets of Seireitei remained calm, the nobles blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon them.

Yamamoto, meanwhile, sat in his room, practicing calligraphy with a serene expression. He didn't so much as glance out the window.

Then it began.

The first Hollow appeared—a feral, wolf-like beast that prowled the streets. Its sudden appearance sent shockwaves through the surrounding district.

Screams echoed through the air as chaos erupted.

In one corner of Seireitei, a pompous nobleman was showing off his young, beautiful concubine to a group of sycophantic admirers. Before he could finish his boast, the wolf-like Hollow leapt forward and tore into him, ripping off half his body in a single bite.

Blood sprayed across the ground as his guards froze in horror.

"Run!" one of them finally shouted, and the entire group scattered like frightened rabbits.

And that was only the beginning.

One Hollow became two. Two became three. And soon, Hollows began appearing in droves.

Panic spread like wildfire as the nobles realized the extent of the invasion. These self-proclaimed elites, who prided themselves on their high spiritual pressure, quickly discovered that raw spiritual energy was meaningless without training. Unable to fight back, most of them became little more than easy prey for the Hollow horde.

Shihōin Chihiro, observing the chaos from above, laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face. "These so-called nobles!" he choked out between laughs. "Look at them! Running around like headless chickens!"

Nearby, Yamabuki Ditang frowned. "Hey, Chihiro," he said, his tone sharp. "Exactly how strong was the attractor you used?"

Chihiro shrugged. "Oh, I used all the ones in the Shihōin family vault. Thought it'd make things more… lively."

"Lively?!" Yamabuki repeated, horrified. He turned his gaze to the streets below, where countless Hollows now rampaged unchecked. The sight was overwhelming.

Saitō Furoubushi, however, was thrilled. With a crazed laugh, she charged headlong into the swarm, her blade cutting through the Hollows like a hot knife through butter. Blood sprayed in all directions as she tore through the enemy ranks, her manic laughter echoing above the din of battle.

Yamabuki drew his own Zanpakutō and joined the fray. His spiritual pressure, now stronger than that of an average vice-captain, allowed him to cut down Hollows with ease. But even with his strength, the sheer number of enemies was staggering.

There were thousands of them—perhaps tens of thousands.

"This is insane," Yamabuki muttered under his breath, slashing through another wave of Hollows. "At this rate, we could be fighting until sunrise."

Amid the chaos, Yamamoto remained seated in his room, his brush gliding across the parchment. The screams outside didn't faze him.

These nobles, he thought coldly, are part of the problem. If we are to bring order to these troubled times, they must learn what it means to be powerless.

A Hollow burst into his room, snarling as it lunged toward him. Without even looking up, Yamamoto released a fraction of his spiritual pressure, instantly crushing the creature into oblivion.

Finally, Yamabuki's voice called out from outside. "Captain! It's time!"

Yamamoto set down his brush, finished the final stroke of his calligraphy, and stood. With deliberate movements, he drew his Zanpakutō and stepped into the chaos.

"Bankai," he intoned, his voice low and commanding.

The air around him grew heavy with oppressive heat. Flames erupted from his blade, engulfing the area in a fiery inferno.

"Zanka no Tachi," Yamamoto growled, his eyes blazing with unmatched intensity.

The Blazing Sword had been unleashed.

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