Prepared for All Contingencies

"So, how much do you know about Aizen's plan?" Kyoraku's left hand still had not left his Zanpakuto.

Beneath the straw hat, those deep eyes had locked onto the figure seated before him. Threads of killing intent had already fixed themselves on Fengjin Chehu:

"And one more thing—did you take part in Aizen's betrayal in a personal capacity, or... as a representative of your family?"

Fengjin lowered his gaze, seemingly utterly unconcerned by Kyoraku's killing intent. "What made you think I was involved in Aizen's plan? Because of that note?"

Throughout the entire Gotei 13, over a span of several centuries, no one had detected any sign of Aizen's rebellion. Yet you...