Transcendent Flame

Viktor allowed the faintest curl of dry humor to touch his lips, Yamamoto's gravelly tone tinged with uncharacteristic lightness. "Indeed not," he replied. "Which is why we are formalizing this arrangement now, rather than leaving such matters to chance and circumstance."

'The flames of revolution have been lit,' Viktor thought to himself, his expression calm and unreadable. 'Now, we must ensure they burn with purpose.'

Turning his attention toward the shadows in the corner of the room, Viktor's eyes narrowed. "Yoruichi," he called, his voice cutting through the air like steel. "You will take them to the Shin'ō Academy. Ensure they are trained in the foundations of their respective fields. They are to remain there for the next week. Let Rukia recover fully, and when she is ready, she will report back to her captain and resume her duties."

From the shadows, Yoruichi's voice carried a playful lilt. "Understood, Sōtaichō." Her silhouette moved gracefully into the light, and with a shimmer, her feline form transformed into her human one. She straightened with a smirk, her sharp golden eyes gleaming.

"Leave it to me," she said with confidence, her tone light but her posture radiating readiness.

Viktor gave her a curt nod before turning on his heel. Sasakibe followed silently, his presence as steady and formal as ever. As they left the room, Viktor's mind remained focused on the tasks ahead—until he stepped into the hallway and came face to face with Unohana.

Her serene gaze met his, her posture calm but unmistakably deliberate. "Sōtaichō," she said softly, her tone unreadable yet laden with purpose. "If I might have a moment of your time?"

Viktor stopped, his piercing eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded her. The room behind them faded into the background as the weight of Unohana's presence filled the space. There was a subtle shift in the air, a lingering echo of the past that spoke to Viktor on an instinctive level. He felt, more than saw, the slight flick of her hand toward Sasakibe—a silent signal for privacy. Viktor understood the significance of the gesture. Unohana rarely sought private conversations unless the matter was of considerable importance.

Sasakibe inclined his head in quiet acknowledgement and stepped away without a word, granting them the solitude Unohana had requested.

Unohana waited for the lieutenant's presence to recede before stepping closer. Her expression, though placid as ever, carried a glint of something sharper, something ancient. Viktor felt a flicker of something buried deep in Yamamoto's memories—an echo of the original Gotei 13, the bloodstained era of its founding, when warriors were forged in carnage, and survival demanded ruthless pragmatism.

"Sōtaichō," she began, her voice soft but incisive, her tone carrying a sharpness that belied her serene demeanor. "You've changed."

The statement lingered in the air, weighted with deliberate intent. Her spiritual pressure brushed against his—not aggressively, but with the precise touch of a master surgeon. It was probing, deliberate, calculated test. Viktor felt the pressure and recognized it for what it was: an assessment, not of power, but of intent.

"Change was necessary," Viktor replied evenly, his tone measured and steeped in Yamamoto's gravelly authority. "Tradition has preserved us for millennia, but it has also made us predictable. That predictability has become a liability."

Unohana's faint, eternal smile remained in place, but Viktor saw the subtle narrowing of her eyes. "Those words sound more like the Gotei 13 of its inception," she remarked, her voice deceptively light. "Forged in chaos, wielding strength without restraint. Tell me, Sōtaichō, is that your intent? To return us to what we were?"

Viktor allowed a faint ripple of his immense spiritual pressure to roll outward—not overwhelming, but firm, commanding attention. He studied her closely, sensing the undertone of her words. 'She's testing me,' he realized. 'She wants to see whether this 'new' Yamamoto has the same resolve as the old one or something entirely different.'

"No," he said finally, his voice deliberate. "The old ways were born from necessity. We were warlords imposing order on chaos. But times have changed. Our principles remain vital, but our methods must evolve. If they don't, we will crumble under the weight of our own stagnation."

Unohana's expression shifted subtly, her eyes sharpening as she regarded him. "And yet," she said slowly, "your resolve feels the same. The Gotei 13 of old may have faded, but its echoes linger in you—something I haven't felt in centuries. You speak of evolution, but I wonder, Sōtaichō, if the core of that old ruthlessness has truly gone."

Viktor turned slightly, his gaze drifting toward the large window overlooking the Seireitei. The city sprawled below, bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. Its towering structures seemed to reflect both the weight of history and the potential for change. Yamamoto's memories surged to the forefront of Viktor's mind, tethering him to the city's legacy and the unrelenting burden of protecting it.

"The core remains," Viktor admitted, his voice low and resonant. "Because it must. We face enemies now who shatter our patterns, who exploit our traditions as weaknesses. If we are not prepared to adapt while holding fast to our core principles, Soul Society will fall."

Unohana's spiritual pressure shifted, brushing against his in subtle acknowledgment. Her sharp eyes gleamed, a flicker of approval hidden beneath the calm surface. "Adaptation," she mused. "A lesson even warriors as old as us can still learn. But I suspect your thoughts go beyond adaptation, Sōtaichō."

At this, Unohana held his gaze for a long moment, the light from the window catching the edges of her serene expression. Behind her calm demeanor, Viktor could feel the calculating presence of Yachiru Unohana—the warrior who had carved her name into the annals of history with blood and steel.

"And these changes," she said at last, her tone deceptively light, "they extend beyond healing, don't they? You are considering more than just Jushiro's recovery."

Viktor exhaled quietly, the sound more akin to gravel shifting. "This form," he admitted, flexing Yamamoto's scarred hand meaningfully, "it carries limitations. Age... it clouds boldness with caution, action with hesitation."

Unohana's gaze sharpened, her eyes narrowing slightly in understanding.

"Inoue's power," he continued, "made me wonder. Illness, time, decay… are they immutable? Or can they, too, be rejected?"

Her eyes widened—just a fraction, but Viktor noticed. For Unohana, that was as blatant as a gasp. "You tested her abilities during Jushiro's treatment," she said, more a statement than a question.

Viktor inclined his head in a slow, deliberate nod. "This body influences thought. Encourages rest when we require movement. Prudence when the situation demands aggression. We cannot face a transcendent threat weighed down by our own limitations."

Unohana's eternal smile deepened faintly, though there was no mistaking the respect in her tone. "An old warrior, seeking not just to endure, but to evolve."

Silence stretched again, more comfortable this time. At last, Unohana's voice broke it, carrying newfound resolve. "Leave the preparations to me, Genryūsai-dono. I will ensure the girl's powers are explored systematically and discreetly. Jushiro's case will serve as our foundation."

With a final, graceful bow—perfectly measured yet subtly admonishing—Unohana turned to leave, her white haori trailing behind her like a ripple of calm certainty. Her spiritual pressure, no longer concealed, hummed with purpose.

Viktor watched her departure in silence, his gaze lingering as her form disappeared into the distance. Beneath the stoic mask of Yamamoto's features, he allowed himself a faint, private smile.

'Sometimes,' he mused internally, 'the best strategy is knowing when to let others take the lead.'

And Cut!

That's it for this chapter folks.

AN:

Phew, quite a chapter. I had to think about every small detail while writing this as I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. I gave quite many clues on what is gonna happen in next chapter and will give you a cookie if you are right ;).

I know it is quite a big divergence and maybe quite a bold move by Viktor, but I don't think it is right for Soul Society to stick rigidly to tradition when they are clearly stagnated and well aware that Aizen knows all their weaknesses and how to deal with Gotei13. And, we were NOT given any clear info on Ukitake's illness till season 3 of TYBW (which is airing right now). So I assumed that no one knew about Mimihagi (maybe Shunsui knows). But yeah the treatment is successful and Ukitake is cured now. Yeah for that. Let's see how a strong Jushiro can influence the chapter.

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