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Yoruichi grinned as she pushed back her oak chair. Two years of calm after the imprisonment of Aizen & an approval to move back into her clan's empty house proved a task for Yoruichi, especially being alone. But her plan had connected itself from her sinister thoughts. If she wanted to continue her legacy, it needed to be repopulated. Yet souls could not reproduce.
"I had tries through gigai...but it seems Kumabachi is the only option..." The ebony skinned soul thought to herself as she progressed downstairs. It was once a training room for the Shihoin household before her clan decided to use the vast space for their last forbidden project. Kumabachi. In the center of the room was six foot rectangular oak box, painted with red kanji and golden hoops from either side where the binds would come and go from.
"I see Gotei 13 really are careless...This isn't a crime, really. It's about for once getting what I want. My clan back!" She said out loud as Yoruichi stepped towards the object in the middle of the room. With her left index finger, the shinigami wiped a line of dust from the forbidden device. It seems it had not been touched since the Shihoin house was closed.
"Father, you always were a curious man. Always looking to do the greater good for Soul Society, even if it meant turning convicted shinigami into harmless females or recycle their uses, as long as they avoided Yamamotos execution hill..." Yoruichi gave a toothy grin as she grabbed the device and flash-stepped away with it, within the blink of an eye. Leaving nothing but a rectangular area on the mahogany floor where dust would later gather. Until the Shihoin was repopulated, that was...
Yoruichi blinked slowly as the gates closed behind her. The human world, her first time in two years of being here once more. Yet she was so used to living in exile that Karakura Town was known like the back of her hand.
"But who can I choose that Soul Society can't possibly punish me for?..." The busty beauty grinned as her purple eyes flashed around the streets. Just then she noticed the Kurosaki clinic...perfect. A shinigami that wasn't officially registered. Just what Shihoin house needed
"Father, you always were a curious man. Always looking to do the greater good for Soul Society, even if it meant turning convicted shinigami into harmless females or recycle their uses, as long as they avoided Yamamotos execution hill..." Yoruichi gave a toothy grin as she grabbed the device and flash-stepped away with it, within the blink of an eye. Leaving nothing but a rectangular area on the mahogany floor where dust would later gather. Until the Shihoin was repopulated, that was...
Yoruichi blinked slowly as the gates closed behind her. The human world, her first time in two years of being here once more. Yet she was so used to living in exile that Karakura Town was known like the back of her hand.
"But who can I choose that Soul Society can't possibly punish me for?..." The busty beauty grinned as her purple eyes flashed around the streets. Just then she noticed the Kurosaki clinic...perfect. A shinigami that wasn't officially registered. Just what Shihoin house needed.
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