Once, I looked at that sheet of paper that would judge my fate, my heart filled with unwillingness. But when I tried my hardest to open my mouth and explain myself, I realized that the people falsely accusing you knew better than you did just how wronged you were.
They knew every reason I had to defend myself, and they knew every detail of the injustice done to me. Yet despite knowing all that, they did not care whether we were innocent. All they cared about was whether they could keep their positions and whether this matter could be quickly suppressed.
And so, we, the ready-made scapegoats, became their best choice.
Because they knew every point of our grievance and every way we might explain ourselves, they used every method imaginable to glue shut our mouths before they could open, blindfold our eyes with sacks, and point at the blood on our bodies, saying, "Look, this is the victim's blood!"
The ridiculous part was that this organization, which so brazenly disregarded human lives, was precisely what I had once devoted all my effort to protecting.
From that day onward, I no longer had even the slightest favorable impression of the institution known as the Central 46 Chambers. All that remained was hatred buried deep within my heart.
As for overturning this system?
Heh, impossible. As someone who understood how this world operated, I knew better than anyone that the Central 46 Chambers could never be overthrown.
As long as Soul Society existed, as long as that old man and those above remained, the Central 46 Chambers would not fall!
He did not understand those above, but Kisuke Urahara understood that old man.
To that old man, the stability of Soul Society outweighed everything else.
Therefore, that old man would never