Seireitou's Plan...!

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Retsu Unohana stepped out of the medical tent, whipping the sweat from her brow. Only the first day of war, and yet, already, thousands had been injured or killed in the various battles. Furthermore, it had only been days since Central 46 had named her new Head Captain following Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's absence. The stress of her new position, along with the war itself, was making things very difficult for her. She had no time to continue these thoughts, however, as she turned to see a silver-haired man touching down mid-camp, Raian Getsueikirite on his shoulder.

"Don't tell me... He's..." Unohana began.

"He's fine." Seireitou rebuffed. "Just a little banged up. Can you help him, Unohana-san?"

"Of course." she replied gravely. "Take him to tent ten. We'll begin there."

Unohana led Seireitou through the rows of tents, the moans of the wounded filling their ears as they passed. Finally, she reached the tenth tent, preparing the stretcher before Seireitou laid his friend down on it. Unohana immediately summoned a healing barrier around him to begin the process.

"I've been thinking, Unohana-san." Seireitou finally said, interrupting her work. "Thinking of taking him back there."

Unohana's eye immediately widened, "You can't be serious! You don't even possess the means to get there!" she snapped. "What would you even accomplish?"

"Getting there isn't a problem." Seireitou replied calmly, looking off to the side. "Soul Society is in shambles. They Royal Guard is already on their way. I'll get them to take us."

"So then," Unohana continued, her voice now sounding more grave. "You plan to go see the King of Souls himself, do you?"

"Its not something I do lightly." Seireitou remarked. "But, Raian's resolve in this war has weakened after meeting that Quincy man. I need to go see the King."

The tent got quiet for a few moments following this. Unohana's eyes remained soft, yet fixated in an anxious expression as she healed Raian's wounds. Seireitou, on the other hand, had his arms crossed against his chest, looking thoughtfully out of the tent's opening.

"Don't fill his head with false hopes if you go there." Unohana finally said, speaking up to break the silence. "I know what you plan to do. The King will never open the Reitoro. Even under these circumstances."

Seireitou looked mildly shocked, "You know of that place?!"

Unohana nodded solemnly, "I'm the only one, besides Genryūsai, in the Gotei 13, that know of it. That's why I'm telling you, the effort is futile."

Seireitou narrowed his eyes, "Its our only hope. I can only pray the King understands this as well as I do." he replied sharply.

Unohana held his gaze for a moment, but, suddenly, something disturbed her, causing her to snap her head towards the opening of the tent. She then slowly craned her head to face Seireitou.

"You'd best hurry then, silver-hairs." she said softly. "They're arriving."