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Yomi stood there speechless, unable to continue what he had began as if someone held his tongue and took away his ability to speak. The two looking at him like he was some sort of criminal about to give the gruesome details of a high end crime mystery. He never thought this day would come. He did a very good job at lying about his whole life but now a part of it must come to light if he is to overcome the circumstances they are about to be enveloped in. The Kurosaki orangehead and the tenth squad captain eyed him, impatiently waiting for the white haired shinigami. Yomi opened his mouth to speak, Ichigo gasped but nothing came out of his voice. It would be better to just show them than to explain what is happening. He smiled at them and formed a handseal. His normally black eyes emitted a strange aura. Yomi fondled them and reveal a pair of swirling blue,  three, white-colored tomoe sharingan. Toushiro's eyes strained on the shinigami's face, focusing on the pair of eyes. He knew that there was more to it than just a pair of weird looking eyes. Kurosaki grunted.

"What the hell is that?!!" he bellowed, turning the shinigami to face him, firmly gripping Yomi's face. Yomi smiled.

"This is a sharingan. A technique limited to a single Bloodline, the Uchiha. These eyes are coveted and hated by a lot of Shinobi. The kind of shinobi that knows how to do a lot more than just kidou and zanpakutous. It seems my powers when I was still alive are returning to me. Only one thing comes to my mind, people are preparing to summon me back to the world I was part of when I was still alive. A summoning technique.  And when I am summoned, I have an unbreakable obligation to follow my summoner’s wishes, whatever they may be. I am only…..”

Yomi did not get to finish his sentence when he was whiffed off in a smoke to someplace. Toushirou’s muscles tightened, Ichigo tensed. He had to find Yomi. The shinigami nodded at the captain before taking him by the hand and rushing off in the direction of the 13th division.

“Kurosaki! Hanase. Hanase yo!” the captain tried, but the shinigami substitute didn’t even hear him. The captain could feel anger, frustration and worry emanating from the strawberry’s powerful reiatsu. He just shunpo’d with Kurosaki but the nineth squad captain was just too fast. He just noticed right now that they already reached the 13th squad and the captain was talking to Rukia. After a few minutes, the Kuchiki heir called their red haired friend and told the vice captain the details. They did not know why the red head refused captainship since it was a way to surpass or at least get himself in par with Kuchiki-taichou but Renji seemed happy about it and that was all that matters. Ichigo spaced out, muting all speech directed at him.

‘What the hell am I a captain for? All this power but I still can not save him? How can I call myself a shi……’ The sharp pain of Toushirou’s fist connecting with the top of his head woke him from his thoughts, then he noticed something cold on his hair. ‘Oh shit! Toushirou’s reiatsu!’ Kurosaki Ichigo dispersed the ice by shaking his hair with his hand. He blinked as he understood what Toushirou’s calm yet irritated and frustrated reiatsu was let out. Ichigo smiled.

“Sorry. Let’s go.” He said, shunpoing out of there along with Toushirou and Rukia just when Renji had just arrived there. Renji sighed. He shunpo’d toward the general direction of their friends. When they arrived at Soukyoku Hill, Ichigo stopped, staring at the forest. He realized just now that he did not know how to make a dangai, nor did he know where Yomi had gone off to. He had just acted out of impulse yet again. Some things never change. He was just going to apologize when he heard Toushirou dialing a set of numbers.

“Kotetsu Takato,  come to Soukyoku Hill, I need to ask you something and prepare to create Dangai for 5 people. Bye.” Toushirou flipped his phone shut and shoved it down his pocket. He looked at Ichigo and said.

“Maybe he knows something we don’t. Yomi and him always spend time together most of the time.”

Rukia nodded as Renji just snorted. Ichigo flipped his phone open and called Ishida. He just had to go and check up on his ‘best friend.’