MISPLACEDFAITH01: BIRTH OF THE REBELLION

I had spent the last fifty years of my life under the tutelage of Taichō Koshitsu, and within the years I had learned a lot about him. I learned what kind of man he was and what his plans were for the future— one of them dealt with the Goteijūsantai, more specifically the Sōtaichō. I didn’t get one of the letters that the Taichō had sent to the others for I was the deliverer, and my current job would be paying attention to all those that had decided to come and to make sure that they weren’t just here to expose us and get away. I supported my Taichō wholeheartedly, and if he wanted me to assist him in anything he wanted, it was my job to do so, despite not wielding the Fukutaichō position.

Though, personally, I didn’t care about how the Sōtaichō ran the Goteijūsantai, or how he made us look, I knew that was the only one for showing to the world and others how I wanted them to view me. People with power should do just that, and perhaps my Taichō already knew that and was many steps ahead of me, as per usual. He truly was a man worth following; I might care a little more about the Goteijūsantai if he was in control, who knows? As someone who was born and raised in the Rukongai, and ventured all over them in my youth for various reasons, I was especially known in the slums for the work I had done with Madake.

But of course, they had all known to keep their mouths shut about me, or their tongues might go missing in their sleep. Within the shadows I hid, keeping my presence hiding from all who might be moving toward the direction where the Taichō was. It was there that I had spotted the Fukutaichō of the Gobantai, “Kosuke-san . . .” I said lowly and to myself, before pursuing him from behind, shrouded in the blackest of Shinigami garbs, and my hair fashioned in a high ponytail. My Zanpakutō, worn and damaged in appearance, rested upon my right hip as I quietly followed behind him.

He would stand in the presence of Koshitsu Sojiro, the Taichō of the Rokubantai— a God. I wondered what thoughts ran through his mind, and at the same time, I kept conscious of the entire area around us. “Oi, Fukutaichō Ryuugamine-san.” I gave myself away, carrying a stoic expression upon my face.

So this was what the meeting was about? A rebellion? The idea of getting back at the Captain Commander entertained him quite a bit. Rouen had also been meaning to try out his arm in combat ever since it's been reconstructed. However he doubted he'd have any thing to do with the destruction of the Captain Commander, that was something the leader of the group would accomplish. The dark haired captain couldn't help but be enticed by the idea of being part of the new Soul Society, something he had envisioned quite a bit.

To be honest he never enjoyed the idea of forming a treaty with Hollows or Quincys for that matter. If you give a disgusting species such as the Hollow time to relax they'd without a doubt think of a way to rise up against the Shinigami and give them more problems to deal with. "You can count me in, Sojiro." He assumed everyone else that had attended this meeting had the same idea in their minds, and if not, they wouldn't leave this place alive. Sojiro wouldn't allow that.