The battlefield is tense, the air thick with the weight of the impending war. The Seireitei stands in ruins, smoke curling into the darkened sky as the last remnants of the initial battle settle. The Wandenreich awaits above, their fortress looming like a second moon, cold and unshaken. The captains and lieutenants gather, their faces hardened, their eyes reflecting the weight of what’s to come.

Kisuke stands at the center, hands tucked into his coat, eyes shadowed beneath the brim of his hat. The usual amusement is gone—only sharp, calculating focus remains. Without a word, he lifts a single hand and draws the air apart, ripping open a portal with precision only he could manage.

No explanations. No hesitation. He steps in.

The silence left in his wake is suffocating. Even Yoruichi says nothing, just crossing her arms, waiting. Seconds stretch into minutes, tension thick enough to cut. No one speaks. No one moves.

Then—

A shift.

The air warps. The portal flickers.

And Kisuke bursts back through—coat whipping behind him, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.

He lands lightly, straightening as the portal snaps shut behind him.

With a smirk and a voice far too casual for the moment, he tilts his hat up and announces—

“I’ve got her.”

And just like that, everything changes.

Grimmjow, annoyed, scowls.

"Got who?"