No Cheat in Bleach ? Watch me help Aizen then.-Chapter 67: Kisaragi Shūsuke’s White Moonlight
Chapter 67 - Kisaragi Shūsuke’s White Moonlight
The streets of Seireitei lay in ruin — crumbled walls, broken eaves, the stench of blood soaking every stone.
Through the eyes of his Reishi constructs, Higashi Shuuichi saw clearly: the captains who'd been temporarily trapped in the Central 46 were finally breaking free.
It had been less than an hour since he'd destroyed the first Bakuyō Blade wielded by a Hollowfied Shinigami.
And already... half the noble houses lay in bloodied tatters.
Even among the Gotei 13, nearly 20% had fallen.
But to Aizen Sōsuke, none of this mattered.
The one thing he truly longed to witness... hadn't yet appeared.
"So they're still looking down from above... indifferent to the soul world's suffering?"
Standing outside the 12th Division barracks, Aizen looked up at the empty sky above Seireitei.
On the other side of Seireitei, Shuuichi too knew — the chaos he had orchestrated, the so-called "Kamoji Uprising," had reached its crescendo.
Under his control, the Reishi constructs worked methodically with the surviving seated officers, eliminating the remaining Hollowfied Shinigami and retrieving each of their corrupted Bakuyō Blades.
All of it... done with barely a flicker of thought.
"I may not be able to save your father," Shuuichi said, gaze heavy with regret, "and truthfully, I don't think anyone in the current Soul Society can."
Kisaragi Shūsuke's spark of hope snuffed out in an instant.
But Shuuichi wasn't lying.
In truth, there were people who could save Kisaragi Kinue — the likes of Aizen or Urahara Kisuke. Each held a fragment of the Hōgyoku; saving a lower-level Hollowfied Shinigami like Kinue would've been trivial.
Even the Zero Division might've intervened — Ichibē with his reincarnation rituals, or Tenjirō Kirinji, the Hot Spring Demon, with his miraculous healing.
But none of them would lift a finger... for a nameless casualty like Kisaragi.
So in a way, Shuuichi's words held no falsehood.
Seeing the vacant, broken look in Shūsuke's eyes, Shuuichi slowly knelt down and placed a hand on the boy's trembling shoulder, voice steeped in sorrow.
"I'm sorry, child. This is my fault too... Ten years ago, I witnessed your father's cover being blown. I saw him taken by the Kamoji and used in their twisted experiments.
But I couldn't stop them. I could only watch... as they marched step by step toward this day."
"Why?" Shūsuke sobbed. "Why couldn't you stop them? With your power, you could've—! You should've saved him!"
Shuuichi looked into the boy's tear-filled eyes and sighed, the weight of his answer making his voice crack.
"Because they were nobles.
And nobles... can't be touched.
Even the Captain-Commander, for all his strength, could only tell me to stay my hand.
I didn't want this. But this is Soul Society's truth — absurd, and cruel."
Shuuichi turned to gaze at the still-bound Kisaragi Kinue, held fast by Hyapporankan, a man now more Hollow than Shinigami.
His voice lowered.
"Go. See your father... one last time.
It's the least I can offer."
"Shinigami-sama..."
In that moment, to Shūsuke, Higashi Shuuichi seemed a giant.
No — more than that.
A man of impossible kindness in a world gone mad.
He wasn't the one to blame.
It was the nobles who treated Shinigami like disposable tools.
It was the Captain-Commander who sat on his throne, blind and deaf to the agony of his people.
Shūsuke's heart ignited with a fury he'd never known.
He stepped forward.
His father was still there — snarling, growling, eyes hollow, body cracking apart.
But Shūsuke didn't flinch.
He raised a trembling hand... and gently wiped the two tear-tracks carved into Kisaragi's Hollow mask.
For just a moment... Kisaragi stilled.
"I will avenge you, Father.
I swear it."
Rising slowly, he took one final breath.
Then turned to Shuuichi and bowed deeply.
"Please, Shinigami-sama... end his pain."
Shuuichi gave no reply.
He simply nodded and walked past Shūsuke.
As they passed each other, Shuuichi whispered — barely loud enough for Shūsuke to hear:
"As you wish."
Shūsuke froze.
Eyes closed.
A tear escaped down his cheek.
"Fushi-zan."
No grand theatrics.
No blazing Kido or resounding incantation.
Just one clean cut — the end of a tormented soul.
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As the body fell, Shuuichi turned, now joined by Ichimaru Gin, who had quietly approached.
"Child," Shuuichi said softly, "I am sorry for what happened to your father.
If you ever need anything... I am Vice-Captain of the 4th Division, Higashi Shuuichi.
I may be able to help you in many ways."
Shūsuke didn't hesitate.
He dropped to his knees.
His voice — unwavering.
"Shuuichi-sama... I want strength. I want to become a Captain."
But deep inside, his ambition ran hotter than fire.
He would one day drag every corrupt noble into the light.
He would rip the Captain-Commander off his throne.
Because in his eyes, that seat — the soul of Soul Society —
Should only belong to this man before him.
To Shuuichi-sama, who had shown true kindness.
He would never speak that thought aloud.
Shuuichi was too kind, too noble — he might try to talk him out of it.
So instead, Shūsuke silently swore:
From now on, I'll be the one who stains my hands.
So that yours... can stay clean.
