Yamamoto swept his gaze around. Moments later, Guiganjo Kenpachi, with vacant eyes and an indescribably strange expression, was shoved into the conference room.
Everyone's gazes were like needles, piercing his flesh and making Guiganjo tremble uncontrollably.
Nervousness.
The tension and dread that naturally arose under the gaze of those above him had completely wrapped around his heart.
If I angered Yamamoto, could I still remain in the Gotei 13? More importantly, why had I suddenly released my Zanpakuto? What the hell was I doing? Did I really use Bankai against my own subordinates and beat someone into a pulp? Something felt strange from the inside out.
Yet he could find nothing wrong.
"Guiganjo's matter cannot be overlooked. He must be held accountable."
"After discussion and deliberation, two possible arrangements have been decided upon."
"First, imprisonment for five years of reflection."
"Second, exile to Rukongai, where he will spend ten years suppressing rebellions and standing guard."
Facing Guiganjo's half-raised head, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni looked at him coldly.
Even weeds and rotten scraps had their uses. The Gotei 13 had never been bound by convention or formality.
Its spiritual core had been born from an assassin organization, and from beginning to end, it had pursued only one goal—if you could fight, that was enough! Thus, Yamamoto gave him a choice.
"Make your choice, Guiganjo."
On one side was miserable imprisonment; on the other was heading out and continuing to enjoy himself.
The answer was obvious.
Guiganjo's heart surged with emotion, and he was just about to shout in ecstasy.
"Are you awake, Shizuya-kun?"
He opened his eyes.
What greeted him was a familiar starry sky.
His gaze shifted to the side... and he saw Aizen smiling at him.
They were still within the Seireitei. However, since Arima Shizuya had never been