Bleach: From the moment I was invited by Squad Zero

Chapter 102 Aizen's Plan

"By then," the old sage's voice carried a hint of cruelty, "what will Liuchuan have to say? As the guarantor and the one who brought him back, he bears an inescapable responsibility!"

The Seireitei was damaged because of the Hollow he brought back, and the Shinigami were injured or killed because of his mistake. Such a crime, even with his status as a member of the Zero Division and his background in the Soul King's Palace, cannot be easily dismissed.

"Brilliant!" another sinister voice chimed in, tinged with admiration. "This kills two birds with one stone! If the Void gets out of control, firstly, we can legitimately intervene under the pretext of dealing with the Void's calamity and maintaining the safety of the court, and completely purify the Vastod!"

Yanagawa has no reason to obstruct! Secondly, Yanagawa's prestige has been tarnished, and he bears heavy responsibilities. His status in the Seireitei, especially in the hearts of those young Shinigami who blindly worship him, will plummet!

Third, and most importantly, the voice carried an undisguised expectation and malice: "The Spirit King Palace, especially Ichibei of the Hyosugu branch, no matter how much they value Yanagawa, will probably find it difficult to continue to cover up the irrefutable evidence brought back by his subordinates that the Hollows caused substantial damage and casualties in Soul Society."

At that time, even if Yanagawa isn't severely punished, he will most likely be recalled to the Soul King's Palace, or even—his permanent residency in Soul Society will be revoked! As long as Yanagawa leaves the Seireitei—”

He didn't finish speaking, but all the sages present understood that as long as Yanagawa, the biggest "variable" and "troublemaker," left, the Soul Society would still be under the control of the Central 46.

Down!

The stains on Gangami's life can be gradually washed away, and the worship of the young Grim Reaper can be gradually guided.

But the most fundamental threat to their authority is the existence of someone like Liuchuan, who is completely uncontrollable and repeatedly breaks the rules.

"This plan is excellent!" The previously agitated sage calmed down, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Use stillness to control movement, and strike after the enemy has made their move! Let Liuchuan and his Void reveal their true colors! We just need to set up spies and keep a close eye on the Ghost Path members, especially that Stark."

At the same time, some rumors about the dangers of the void should be appropriately spread within the court to sow the seeds in advance.

If anything happens, it can instantly ignite public opinion, allowing us to occupy the absolute moral and legal high ground!

"Remember, do not leave any evidence against you; everything must appear to happen naturally."

"Be patient, hunters are always the most patient."

The atmosphere in the council hall gradually shifted from initial anger and passion to a cold, calculating one.

Forty figures exchanged knowing glances in the shadow of their hoods.

Their goal was not only to use Vasto Lorde's Hollow Stark, but also to use him to drive Yanagawa into a corner and force him to leave the stage of Soul Society.

"What if that void remains docile?" a cautious observer raised a final concern.

The aged sage remained silent for a moment, then a cold voice, almost a whisper, came from beneath his hood: "Hollows will always get hungry. The Soul Society has no shortage of 'food'."

Even the best tamer can make a mistake when the beast is hungry.

Even without any "accidents," we—can help create some "just right" "accidents," can't we?

Seireitei, Fifth Division Barracks.

Unlike the cold and gloomy underground council hall of the Central 46th Chamber, the Fifth Division's barracks are always filled with a reassuring tranquility and gentleness.

The captain's room is furnished with elegant simplicity.

On the huge desk, documents and files were neatly arranged, without a trace of care.

Behind the desk, Aizen Sousuke, the captain of the Fifth Division, sat in the main seat.

She was wearing a simple light-colored kimono and ordinary black-rimmed glasses, her eyes behind the lenses gentle.

A gentle smile played at the corners of her lips, a smile that seemed to soothe all anxiety and was as comforting as a spring breeze.

He was intently reviewing a report that had just been delivered by Hinamori Momo.

Hinamori Momo stood quietly to one side, a little behind.

She stood ramrod straight, her hands clasped together in front of her, her posture respectful.

Her gaze, filled with undisguised reverence and admiration, fell upon Captain Aizen's focused and gentle profile.

In her eyes, Captain Aizen was so perfect—gentle, fair, and always able to guide his team members and bring them peace of mind.

Being able to become Captain Aizen's lieutenant is her greatest happiness.

Aizen's gaze slowly swept over the report, as if confirming something.

It's news about Yanagawa returning to Seireitei with Vastod Stark and joining the Kidoshu.

Yanagawa-kun—you really are—every time you appear, you bring surprises and variables that far exceed expectations.

Although Aizen's heart was churning, he did not show it in the slightest on his gentle and refined appearance.

He remained focused on the report, his expression calm, as if he were simply handling routine team duties.

Just then, he seemed to have finally "finished reading" the report, gently closed it, and placed it on the side of his desk.

He raised his head and turned to Hinamori Momo, who had been waiting quietly. The gentle smile on his face seemed to deepen.

"Hinamori," Aizen's voice was gentle and pleasant, carrying a reassuring and trustworthy power, "I've read the report. Everything has been handled in an orderly manner, and the team's training progress is satisfactory. Thank you for your hard work."

"No, it's not hard work! It's all what I should do, Captain Aizen!"

Hinamori Momo quickly waved her hand, her cheeks flushing slightly from Aizen's praise, her eyes shining even brighter, her heart filled with the joy of being recognized.

Aizen's gaze swept over Hinamori Momo's slightly tired figure, and his tone carried a hint of concern: "These past few days, the team affairs seem to be more complicated than usual."

You've worked so hard, helping me with paperwork and coordinating team affairs.

He paused, his voice becoming even gentler, as if an elder were giving advice: "You must take care of yourself, Hinamori. While squad duties are important, physical and mental well-being are equally invaluable assets for the Fifth Division."

If you find it difficult to make a decision or feel too tired, please let me know. Do not force yourself.

These words, like a warm current, instantly enveloped Hinamori Momo.

She felt a slight lump in her throat, her heart filled with indescribable emotion and warmth.

Captain Aizen is always like this: strong yet gentle, dignified yet considerate, always keeping the safety and feelings of his team members in mind.

"Thank you for your concern, Captain Aizen!" Hinamori Momo bowed deeply, her voice choked with emotion. "I... I'll be careful! I'll work even harder and never let you down!"

"Yes, I believe you." Aizen smiled, a smile that seemed to dispel all gloom. "Go, there are a few more training adjustment notices to be distributed to the officers later, go and make the arrangements."

"Yes, Captain Aizen!" Hinamori Momo replied spiritedly, bowed again, and turned to leave with light and firm steps.

He entered the captain's office and gently closed the door.

After the soft click of the door closing, the captain's room returned to silence. Warm sunlight still streamed in through the sliding door, and the scent of incense wafted gently.

Aizen slowly stood up from behind his desk, walked to the window, and calmly looked at the swaying shadows of the trees in the courtyard and the sky in the distance.

The gentle smile on his face slowly faded away like the tide.

It seems that—it's time to make a trip to Hueco Mundo after some time.

A thought that had been brewing in Aizen's mind for a long time slowly surfaced.

He raised his hand and gently pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose; the lenses reflected a dazzling white light in the sunlight.

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