Uchiha Hikaru looked at Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni with some helplessness. The reason he had kept refusing was that he would definitely go to war with the Soul Society in the future. If he became the leader of the Soul Society then, how was he supposed to face everyone?
Emotionally, Uchiha Hikaru could not get past that hurdle, nor did he need to. Being loyal and sentimental was simply part of his nature.
If the people of the Soul Society could trust and understand him, then perhaps it would be possible.
But the chances of that were far, far too low.
"I already told you, Captain Commander Yamamoto. I have no problem joining, but forget about making me some kind of captain commander. Besides, isn't the Soul Society's strength growing as well? You certainly aren't lacking talented people under your command."
Uchiha Hikaru spread his hands and spoke helplessly.
"Alas. There is something you do not know. The reason I have always wanted you to inherit my position is because I feel that my time is running out. I have lived for thousands of years, and in recent years, I have felt the scent of death drawing ever closer. If the Soul Society could have someone as talented as you to protect it, then I could finally rest easy."
Uchiha Hikaru's brows furrowed slightly. Since when had this old man learned to reason with him and appeal to his emotions?
In the original story, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni had indeed been brutally killed by Yhwach, and his death had been an ugly one. In the end, not even his corpse remained.
But now, the world of Shinigami had changed so greatly because of his appearance. Even the Espada, Hueco Mundo's primary fighting force, had lost one member and suffered two severely injured