Tomorrow's Soul Society Will Be Better

"Yoruichi Shihoin."

Byakuya Kuchiki spoke the name without the slightest emotion, as if he were reciting the name of a stranger who had died many years ago.

Faced with Yoruichi's accusations toward Kūkaku Shiba and Kūkaku Shiba's thunderous rebuttal, Byakuya Kuchiki's expression remained as indifferent as ever.

Yet deep down, he stood on Kūkaku Shiba's side.

From his perspective, the Shiba Clan had suffered far more tragically than the Shihoin Clan back then.

No matter what path Kūkaku Shiba had chosen, she had ultimately used her not-so-broad shoulders to bear the burden of reviving her clan and avenging it.

Rather than, like Yoruichi Shihoin, walking away under the banner of freedom, only to drag her entire clan down into the grave with her.

Looking at Yoruichi as she held Yushiro's corpse, her face filled with grief and fury, a trace of pity even surfaced in Byakuya Kuchiki's eyes—the pity one reserved for the weak.

"Do you, in this hysterical state, have any right to accuse others?"

He slightly raised his chin, his gaze passing over Yoruichi and sweeping across the coffins overturned by her rage. His tone was so light that it was nearly cruel.

"When you were blinded by anger just now and attacked without a care for anything, did you ever consider what that punch would do to Yushiro and your clansmen? What desecration it would bring them?"

He truly could not stand the ugly sight Yoruichi Shihoin was making of herself.

Since the two sides had already become mortal enemies, fighting to the death on the battlefield was only natural.

If one was weaker, then one died.

Had Kūkaku Shiba been the weaker one in that battle, she would have been the one lying on the ground.

And if that had happened, would the Shiba Clan have