Shunsui Kyoraku had a point. With the Soul Reapers now deprived of their Zanpakuto, they had enough to do fighting their own blades. Searching for Old Man Yama and Muramasa as well would stretch their manpower too thin.
Dealing with the damage caused by the Zanpakuto alone had left them exhausted, with little attention to spare.
Yuko turned to Nanao Ise. "Write this down. That old man wants to usurp the throne. Remember to report him when we rescue Old Man Yama."
"Yes."
Nanao Ise answered softly and picked up pen and paper.
"Pfft!" Kyoraku nearly choked on his water. He reached out to stop her. "Nanao, don't listen to that wicked woman! This has nothing to do with anything!"
A vein throbbed at Toshiro's temple. "Is now really the time to argue about something so trivial?"
Why was even Kyoraku getting dragged into this...? No, that old man had never been particularly reliable!
Yuko gave a cold laugh. "That's why a kid is still a kid. This is the kind of political struggle grown-ups tear each other apart over. You wouldn't understand."
Toshiro couldn't help snapping, "Tear each other apart? Do you mean that literally?!"
"Just be a good boy and stay in your captain's seat. The Captain-General's position is still far beyond your reach." Yuko propped up her cheek. "Don't worry. As long as you stay neutral, I won't purge you when I take power. You can carry on as a prince in peace."
Toshiro lost it. "You just said something outrageous! And what do you mean, 'prince'?! Have you been watching too many TV dramas?"
Kyoraku had no idea why her attention had shifted to someone else, but he breathed a long sigh of relief.
*That woman was terrifying. I can't let my guard down for a