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Every moment up until the second he'd been called upon to save the Seireitei was spent in constant duress, never knowing just when the scum Captain-Commander would provoke the destruction of Kosuke's beloved home. Each day was spent biding time, gathering power in the shadows while the Ryuugamine observed Hinaai. 

He witnessed every moment of the God's defeat with wide-eyed awe along with the entirety of the squads. Sojiro had come out the victor of the battle that would be remembered for centuries to come; the battle that returned power to the Shinigami. Under Sojiro's rule there would be no weakness, no frailty of spirit. There'd only be power and this was an idea Kosuke was quite fond of.

A hell butterfly had come to the Fukutaicho earlier in the day, a summons from the new Captain-Commander. After going through the proper channels, Kosuke entered the massive room of the Captain's chambers, stone gray eyes first noticing an unfamiliar face in the room. Kosuke casually removed his fedora, giving a bow out of complete respect for the man who managed to save the Soul Society. "You sent for me Soutaicho-Sama?"

“I don’t think this is a situation that calls for tea,” Kazuya said, ignoring Sojiro’s first question. “Though Juken-dono did carry a bottle of scotch in her desk. That may be better for you, Koshitsu-Soutaichou.”

Nodding his head in a mock bow, Kazuya closed the door behind him with a thud. The other two shinigami were both speechless, but their levels of spiritual power and the nature of their roles in the future meant little. To Kazuya, everyone in the Seireitei was just an ant claiming to be something that it was not.

“You do not know me, Soutaichou-sama. You may know stories of me, but I assure you we have never met in an instance that you remember. My name is Kazuya Soramachi, former Juusanbantai-Taichou and current member of Zerobantai and the Royal Guard.”

Only Sojiro, and perhaps his brother, were like to understand the weight of what Kazuya just said. Not only was this man a captain from a time before the War of Nights one thousand years ago, he was a member of the highest branch of the military. He was a protector of the Reiou, the Spirit King, himself.

If they were perceptive, they may have noticed that his smile grew ever so slightly.

“Normally who becomes the new Soutaichou doesn’t matter, but you’ve picked a bad time Koshitsu-kun. Reiou-sama does believe that you went about this whole business in a manner that doesn’t quite befit your station. It’s my understanding that the nobles of this city feel the same way.”

“Ah, I think I understand the situation now, Soutaichou-sama.” Kazuya’s eyes opened and he nodded towards the desk Sojiro was standing by. “I’d like to see something then. I am going to walk towards that desk. I want to see if your two captains can stop me. They both get one attack.”

Kazuya started walking, his aura primed and his senses open. At first glance it seemed that the Royal Guard had so many gaps in his guard that it seemed there was no way for him to guard himself. Still, he approached the desk slowly, and with graceful steps. Even with the gaps in his guard it was obvious that there was something different about him. Something predatory and almost sinister.

Sojiro hadn't even gotten the chance to greet Kosuke when a completely unfamiliar face stormed into the room. Without hesitation the soon to be Captain clawed at his side for his zanpaktou, opting to keep the weapon sheathed as to not rouse any unneeded tensions.

When all had settled down Kosuke never removed his grip from the unsealed blade, keeping his thumb in position to easily remove Sabishihime if need be. Whoever this being was had clearly seen Sojiro once before from his statement, but his visage was far too alien for the jet haired soldier to recognize. Judging from his haori he was a captain, but with an insignia Kosuke couldn't quite make out. Oh how peculiar.

Thoughts racked the Shinigami's mind of just who this man could be - barging into the room of the great Soutaicho without so much as an invitation. He required no formal greeting, but apparently the man had already known who Kosuke was. The kin of Kariya didn't allow the surprise that washed over his brain to show as he'd merely stare on upon the bizarre man. "Hello" were the lieutenants only words, the young warrior giving a bow with his greeting so as to not disrespect the newcomer. The entire time he bowed Kosuke kept his eyes and senses perked for any signs of hostility, but simply from the man's presence there was no telling what he was capable of.

It wasn't until the enigma of a man revealed that he was a member of the Zerobantai that Kosuke slacked the grip of his blade - if only for a moment. Silver optics scanned every inch of the true royal, searching intently for clear openings and aggression toward Sojiro in his disposition. He mentioned of a coming attack on the Seireitei from the Arrancar, but the time in which was given was far sooner than Kosuke had expected.

Kosuke kept his composure completely retained and his face totally tranquil all the way through the moment the mysterious Shinigami wished for the two fresh Captains to attack. Really? Attack a member of the esteemed Royal Guard, who's powers were thought to rival that of the entire squads put together? He'd commit no such deed, but Kosuke stood tall on the right of Sora, drawing his blade to retort to any such attack the Zerobantai member would attempt. "I can find no reason to attack one such as yourself unless your motives were to harm our king. I as well refuse." The Ryuugamine's reference of Sojiro as king alluded his loyalty to the Godslayer, the man he stood ready to defend if it meant losing his life to the likes of a real royal.