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regiment Urahara could come up with.

He needed to get stronger. If he didn’t, he’d never be able to protect 𝙝𝙚𝙧. And, more importantly, get back what Aizen stole from her all those years ago…
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out the window, eyeing the moon once more before the both of them headed down the stairs to Kisuke’s training facility.

𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘯-𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯... 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘢' 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. He thought as he descended, readying himself for the grueling training ahead…
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Gin asked.

Kisuke turned to look at the tall, lanky snake. ❝Because, Gin-san…❞

He explained his reasoning.

❝… Has anyone ever told ya’ that you’re crazy?❞ Gin grinned that signature grin.

❝Many times.❞ Kisuke replied, returning a grin of his own.

Gin looked —
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door closed behind them.

❝I know this isn’t ideal. But, if anyone found out you’re alive, you’ll be captured and executed.❞ Kisuke said. ❝I didn’t go through all of that trouble so you could get yourself killed all over again.❞

❝Why’d ya’ save me in the first place?❞ —
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alive.

❝Sorry ‘bout that. Just need some fresh air y’know?❞ He said, responding to the other’s inquiry.

After a brief exchange, the two headed back to the man’s shop.

His savior, was in fact, the one and only Urahara Kisuke…

The two went inside, sliding the shop —
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the owner of aforementioned voice.

In front of him stood a man. The very same man whom found him and nursed him back to health. Why? He’ll likely never know. After all, who would want to save a traitor such as himself? Either way, thanks to that very same man, he was —
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torso’s healing scar tissue…

He was alive. How? No idea. Why? Even more obscure. All he knew was he was breathing, recuperating. As he was lost in thought, a voice called to him, pulling him back to reality.

He turned on his heel, slitted eyes now focused on —
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