A Different Kind of Battle (Social; Closed)

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's eyes are closed as he steeled his resolve before the Senkaimon, the only gate that allowed travel between the Soul Society and the World of the Living. It was not his first time to travel through the gate, already visiting Karakura on two separate occasions. However, this time it was different. This time, he was going home, or at least as close to it as he could. His assignment was a patrol in Kyoto, as there have been readings of unusual amount of spiritual energy coming from the area. It wasn't too powerful, or else they would have sent a stronger Shinigami. It seemed like it was fate that he was coming home. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell if this was an omen of good or bad things to come.

Benjiro sighed as he said a prayer. "May the teachings of the Buddhas grant me protection, strength, and guidance on my journey." Afterward, he tugged gently on his Shihakusho, then straightened his posture, taking a moment as he prepared himself for the drastic changes that time had undoubtedly changed in his hometown. He was afraid. All of his assignments up until this point had him look towards the future, the goals he had set for himself, but this one was different. He was sent to look into his past, and come to terms with how much had changed. Still, he couldn't help but feel excited for what was to come, to sate the morbid curiosity that dreamt of returning home, to seeing the Kiyomizudera temple for himself one last time. That was only a dream, of course.

With a deep breath, he calmed his heart, allowing his doubts, fears, and enthusiasm to die down, leaving him with a clear sense of purpose to fill in the void. There was peace in clarity, one that Benjiro longed for. Upon completing his prayers and calming his heart, the Hell Butterfly had settled on his wrist, signaling him that it was time. The black butterfly was sent to guide him through the Senkaimon and bring him safely through to the World of the Living. Benjiro was an innately curious being, one that saw this butterfly and thought about its reason for guiding the Shinigami, and of what would happen should they stop. Yet another thing to learn about once this was over, because his travel time was almost up. 

The void of nothingness that stood between the worlds had suddenly opened into an overwhelming burst of sensations, the light striking his eyes, forcing them shut for a few seconds. Benjiro opened his eyes as he took in a deep breath, allowing the air of the World of the Living to fully envelop his lungs once more. There was a strangeness to the air of the World of the Living, as if it was much thinner than in the Soul Society. It was as if he was breathing the air at the peak of Mount Otowa, but the air was abundant down here. Not only that, it was fresh, as fresh as it had been in his life. In contrast, the air in the Soul Society felt rich, full, every breath was energizing more so than refreshing. Perhaps that was why it was so much easier to engage in mindful and soulful breathing there, as the air itself was rich with spiritual energy.

It was an interesting difference to be sure, but not as interesting as his changed surroundings, or rather, the lack thereof! In fact, as he looked around the modern Kyoto, he realized that things were more alike than he had expected, almost as if he stepped back in time to when he was alive. The only differences came from small touches of modern technology, renovating the old buildings but keeping their traditional style. Benjiro began to feel a wave of familiarity wash over him, accompanied by nostalgia that flooded his memories. He remembered racing into town at the behest of Kazuto, another silly challenge he made to get him to strengthen Benjiro's naturally athletic frame. He remembered helping old Hiruzen with his cabbage farm. He remembered running errands for Abbot Eshin, delivering letters to and from the people. It was an overwhelming feeling.

One that he could not allow, not for long. 

He had to remember why he was here. He was not here to visit, but to fulfill his duty as a Shinigami. The attachment he held to this place was a danger to himself and to the people, should he let it run unchecked. Fortunately, his time at the Kiyomizudera temple had taught him how to center himself, be mindful of his heart and his emotions, and allowing him to recenter himself. Those feelings weren't bad, especially as he channeled that care into a drive, a will to protect this place, this people. He quickly made his way to the rooftop of an inn, getting a better vantage point as he scouted for any threats.

He only wished that there were no Hollows rampaging here. If there were, he already knew where they could have been headed. The Kiyomizudera temple was one of the oldest in all of Japan, home to dozens of spiritually powerful monks, a feast for ambitious hollows, should they know where to look. Unfortunately, thanks to his recent excursion to Karakura town, Benjiro was unsure as to whether or not the unusual spiritual energy was a hollow at all. Not with what Furinji had shown him. Thinking about that girl and what she had done had still shaken Benjiro, the way the kind spirit had shifted, as if possessed into becoming a monster, one that toyed with the hollow and reveled in its suffering. There were too many unknowns for Benjiro to rush into for now, so he decided to be thorough, starting with the general vicinity.

[Lucien Dantes]

Japan was a battleground. On this it could not be denied. Perhaps the fiercest battleground in all the worlds. While it was true that skirmishes between the various forces of the world could happen absolutely anywhere, for whatever reason the most potent spiritual hot spot right now was Karakura Town in Japan. And while Karakura Town was the center of this madness, that didn't mean it did not spread out to the rest of the country. The capital city of Kyoto was no exception. Vandenreich patrols were not unknown in the city, their physical forms requiring them to adopt guises to blend with the locals-- a difficult task at times as many of them were of European descent. Well. If they wanted to blend in. Which, if you served under the command of Lucien Dantes, is what you were going to do.

Exposure to other cultures was valuable experience. To break down and assimilate the people of that culture, you had to learn about it. What made its people tick. What did they value. Where did your similarities lie, and how can you use that knowledge. Information was the most powerful weapon in warfare-- an argument Lucien did not expect that some Vandenreich, such as Miss Vollbrecht would appreciate, but one he would stand by nonetheless. Lucien was currently checking on his patrols today. He had no less than five Vandenreich Soldats positioned in Kyoto, undercover and was checking up on all of them. They had explicit instructions to observe and not to engage enemy combatants unless victory was assured, or battle was unavoidable.

And as Lucien traveled, he did take the time to take in the sights and sounds of the city. When in Rome, after-all. The Vandenreich Captain-Supervisor was not adorned in his usual Vandenreich uniform, but instead, a classy, purple suit-jacket and black, collared shirt. His own apparel when he did not want to scream his identity as one of the Emperor's chosen. And today he did not. But while traversing the city, the white haired man then detected the unmistakable aura of a Shinigami. It was faint-- definitely faint. But it was there, and it was relatively close. A low ranking officer then Lucien thought to himself. Either on leave, or for the same purpose that my Soldat's are stationed here. To scout and track Kyoto's value to Soul Society. Regardless of the reason his approach would not change. It had no reason to change. But he did think it prudent to investigate the matter. 

Lucien's course changed, weaving through Kyoto's densely packed streets. The Shinigami was near. Of that there was no-- ah there he was. Lucien's golden eyes fixated on the figure on the rooftop. Of course he would be on a rooftop. Standing out from the crowds and making Lucien's job much easier. Ah, but he lacked the ability to make near as much a scene, with his body of flesh and blood. Hm. In that case then..... Lucien's golden eyes fixated on the man and he allowed his reiatsu to leak out just a little bit. A brilliant, burning, white/blue aura around him, that almost seemed to make his unnatural gold colored irises glow as he looked up to Benjiro. 

Then he walked into the inn below him. His intent was clear-- to draw the Shinigami's attention and pull him inside the inn. The question was whether or not the Shinigami would take the bait. Lucien walked inside, and bowed politely to the innkeeper. Then he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and brought it up to his ear. He wasn't calling anyone, but he needed some excuse to be talking to thin air, as he hoped he would be in just a moment. "Ah yes. It's nice to finally get ahold of you. I don't believe we've spoken before, have we? Mr. Dantes, it's a pleasure sir." Lucien introduced himself, assuming Benjiro accepted his "invitation" into the inn, and out of the crowd's way.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As Benjiro watched the streets of Kyoto from his perch atop the roof of the inn, he couldn't help but feel a bittersweet sense of nostalgia. The city had changed so much in the 70 years since he had last seen it, and yet it still held the same charm that he remembered. The traditional Japanese architecture and the bustling crowds of people all felt so familiar, but there were new buildings and technologies that made the city feel almost like a stranger. Fitting then, as he stood above the crowds, a stranger to the people as well as the place. He watched the crowds with a sense of longing, wishing he could stay longer to explore and reconnect with the city he once called home, but he was just a phantom among the people, it could never be.

These were not his only concerns though. At the same time, the urgency of his mission weighed heavily on him. What could be threatening his beloved city? As a Shinigami, he knew it was his duty to protect the living world from hollows and other supernatural threats, but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the back of his mind. The thoughts of other threats, like what he experienced with Furinji, terrified him. He didn't know how to deal with her, with sentient souls with the power to terrorize others, souls that could not be purified with the power of the Zanpakuto. Would he have to resort to violence? His eyes wandered to the Otowa mountains, where he was born, and where he had been raised in the Kiyomizudera Temple. Would his past self be proud of what he had done? What he was doing?

His heart was filled with doubt, longing to reassess and reflect for his own peace of mind. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time for it, he was still on duty, and there were lives on the line. He needed to stay focused and find out what was going on before it was too late.

But the thought of leaving his home once again was almost too much to bear. He knew that as soon as his mission was complete, he would have to return to the Soul Society, leaving behind the city he loved so dearly. It was a bittersweet feeling, to be back in a place that held so many memories and yet to know that he couldn't stay. Benjiro took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead, but his heart still ached with the knowledge that his visit was ephemeral at best, and the moment was already fleeting. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, allowing his spirit to enrich itself with the soul of his homeland. 

Suddenly, in a single moment, a spike of pain struck his senses, like a bolt of lightning that cut through every thought and intention he had.  

Benjiro's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. This spiritual energy was unlike anything he had felt before, and he could feel his body starting to tremble with fear. He knew that he needed to act quickly, but his mind was clouded with uncertainty. Should he run away, or should he face whatever was causing this energy head-on? It was at this moment that Benjiro cursed his lack of Energy Sensing capabilities, as he was far too weak to distinguish the nature of souls, even struggling to pick apart individual signatures from the collective. To feel a pressure this strong meant he was about to meet someone of incomparable power.


As he descended down the roof of the building he was on, the energy grew stronger and more intense, causing him to stumble slightly, nearly falling as he touched the ground. He could hear his own heart pounding in his ears as he focused on controlling his breathing, trying to calm himself and regain control of his actions. He could feel the weight of his Zanpakuto at his side, and he gripped it tightly in his hand. "May the Buddha grant me strength." He prayed as he felt the prayer beads around his wrist constrict. Cautiously, he took another step towards the entrance of the inn. 


The closer he got to the source of the energy, the more his nerves seemed to fray. His thoughts raced, trying to make sense of what could be causing such a disturbance. Was it a hollow? A Shinigami? Or something else entirely? All he knew was that he had to be ready for whatever was waiting for him. Each step felt like an eternity, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He was not ready for this, he knew that, but he would never be able to face himself knowing that he ran away from a threat to his home and his people. With a surge of courage, he went through the doors to the inn, only to see a dapper young man, a gentleman that seemed utterly out of place.

This foreigner immediately spoke, a device of some kind pushed against his ear. From his studies, Benjiro knew that this was some sort of gadget for communication, so was he talking to someone else? No, the timing seemed too suspicious. This Mr. Dantes didn't seem to be a threat, not yet at least. Still, that amount of power was not something to be trifled with. He took in a breath, bowing deeply in response. As he did, the seven foot man nearly folded in half, his head falling almost between his legs as he paid his respects to the powerful stranger. "Greetings, Mr. Dantes. My name is Hiroto (Last name) Benjiro (First name), a Shinigami of the 13 Court Guard Squads. If I may ask, why have you come to Kyoto?"  

[Lucien Dantes]

Lucien was pleased to see the Shinigami enter the room, though also a hair disappointed. If this was some kind of trap, the Shinigami would be dead now. A conflicting source of emotions for Lucien. It did mean that the ancestral enemy of the Vandenreich was thus easily baited, but it clashed with Lucien's inherent disdain for violence and murder, and it saddened him that this trusting young-- or perhaps much older man could be snuffed out and punished for a nature that Lucien hoped one day could flourish in the world. But they weren't there yet.

Without breaking from his illusory phone conversation, Lucien replied quickly to confirm that he was indeed speaking to the Shinigami. "A pleasure, Hiroto Benjiro. You're quite direct. Unsurprising, but refreshing. You may call me Lucien. I am in Kyoto on professional business, but someone of your organization is something worthy of attention." He stated. As he spoke, he took a moment to brace his phone against his ear with his shoulder, and procured a notepad. Using a pen provided by the inn, he scribbled a quick note and handed it to the receptionist, alongside a... considerable stack of yen bank notes. He then turned his attention back to Benjiro, his hand back on his phone. "Don't mind that. I'm simply securing a room where we may speak a bit more openly. I know that you can speak freely at this point, but I'm afraid you enjoy certain advantages that I do not." He added, referring to the fact that normal humans could not perceive Benjiro in any way.

"I trust you know who I am, if you came in?" He asked. His eyes searched Benjiro's face for any sign of recognition. "If you do, then further elaboration on why I am here is unnecessary. Why, may I ask, are you here? I would think your organization's focus had more pressing matters elsewhere." He suggested. The inn receptionist returned with a room key and some change, which Lucien graciously accepted.

"Thank you miss." He then returned the change to her. "Please accept this as a tip for your prompt service." He looked at Benjiro. "Perhaps we can continue this conversation in a more private space where I can speak more openly?" He proposed, as he checked the room number on his key, and began to walk further into the inn. So far, Lucien couldn't tell much about Benjiro. His reiatsu was not especially potent-- the act of Lucien merely displaying his reiatsu had apparently visibly affected him. So he was probably rank and file among the Gotei 13. Probably not even a Seated Officer. But.... That was perfect. By the time Shinigami had ascended to the rank of lieutenant or Captain, their minds were usually set in their ways. Lucien had only encountered one "worthy" Captain, inclined towards change, and even then it had been out of hatred for Soul Society, rather than out of truly accepting the Vandenreich Utopia. Benjiro presented an opportunity, to see the mind of a fresh Shinigami. And Lucien had no intention to squander this opportunity if he could avoid it.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro's heart was pounding as he faced Mr. Dantes, unsure of what to expect. His body was tense, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, yet he held himself back, not wanting to show any signs of aggression. The man's spiritual pressure was overwhelming, and Benjiro couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He couldn't read the man's intentions, but he sensed a great power within him. Was he an ally or an enemy? It was even stranger to recognize that the man was still alive, which meant he was not a Shinigami, nor was he similar to Furinji, as she wasn't visible to other humans. He definitely didn't look like a hollow, didn't feel like one either. Benjiro knew he had to tread carefully.

His senses were on high alert, his eyes never leaving Mr. Dantes, ready to react to any sudden movements. He knew one wrong move could cost him dearly, especially with the gap of power. Fortunately, this man didn't seem to be fazed by Benjiro's presence, almost as if he already knew who or what Benjiro was, or he had been expecting him. He also didn't perceive him as a threat, which could have been the only reason he survived thus far. Based on that, Benjiro decided to introduce himself, lest he cause this man to retaliate for any reason. 

Benjiro listened intently as Mr. Dantes revealed his first name, Lucien. The name carried weight, significance, and an air of mystery that left Benjiro feeling uneasy. Despite Lucien's apparent friendliness, Benjiro couldn't shake off the feeling that he was in danger. He said it was a pleasure to meet him, even complimenting him on his refreshing directness, but drawing attention to it made him wonder if he had overstepped his bounds. His lack of understanding and the sheer difference in their abilities caused Benjiro to feel a bit paranoid, but he would continue to converse with the man. It was always better to approach conflict diplomatically, after all.

Still, Lucien's power was immense, beyond anything Benjiro had ever felt before, and it left him feeling small and vulnerable. Despite the lifetimes he spent learning and growing as a Shinigami and as a person, Lucien's spirit dwarfed his own in comparison. It was as if all his efforts amounted to a droplet within the ocean that was Lucien's spiritual pressure. That in and of itself was terrifying, as unchecked power, especially absolute power, ultimately led to corruption and abuse. That was exactly why he had to figure out where his allegiances lay, in case he hurt the people of Kyoto.

"What do you mean? Is it strange for a Shinigami to show up in Kyoto?" Benjiro was probing, trying to learn more information about him by picking apart every word he spoke. He attempted to decipher what all this meant as the man turned and gave a stack of bills to the receptionist, just nodding in response as Lucien paid the innkeeper for a room to stay in. He wanted privacy, which meant he cared for any prying eyes in the area, which meant that he, at the very least, did not want to involve the innocent people in the city. "Of course. I shall wait for you inside." He bowed lightly in response.

Before he could turn towards the room, Lucien asked him if he knew of him. Benjiro froze for a second, hesitating. Was he supposed to know him? Was he wanted by the Soul Society? Or perhaps, was he an ally? No, it didn't seem like it, as he had only referred to the Gotei 13 as that organization. This man seemed more and more mysterious as he spoke. Was there something he was missing here? He just shook his head, but Lucien continued and asked why he was there, as it seemed as if most Shinigami were not sent out here. 

"Unfortunately, Mr. Dantes, I do not recognize you or your reason for being here, but I do recognize your strength. I was sent here due to a strange spiritual pressure that was felt here, and I was supposed to investigate the source of it. For all intents and purposes, I had thought that there was a hollow that had decided to feast here, but it seems that I am mistaken. By any chance, are you the source of the strange spiritual pressure recognized here? If you are, I'm afraid that I must ask if you have hurt anyone."

Ever the bleeding heart, Benjiro's own fears were nothing compared to his concern for others. Before he got a response, Lucien turned to the innkeeper and paid her for the room and the privacy. Lucien then asked if they could move into the room, and he just nodded. "Lead the way, Mr. Dantes." He was scared, definitely, but the path was already laid before him. He knew he had to walk it, if only to confirm whether or not the man was a threat to the safety of the people. He just hoped that this wasn't a trap...

[Lucien Dantes]

Lucien located the room he'd been assigned and opened the door. He took the cellphone down and slipped it into his pocket, stepping into the brightly lit inn room. It was a very traditional sort of room, with a low table and cushions, an older television in the corner of the room, and a futon mattress with neatly folded bedsheets, and several sliding doors. A bathroom door was slightly ajar as Lucien entered and there was also a small closet. Not that Lucien cared for any of this-- his interest was merely in the privacy the room afforded him. "I would think Kyoto was low on your list of priorities. The Thirteen Court Guard Squads are beset by enemies on all sides. Can you afford to be spreading yourselves to any city that is not a priority?" A double feint, designed to draw out both Benjiro's purpose here, and to gain some inclination of how Soul Society viewed Kyoto.

Benjiro responded and Lucien pondered his reply. He doesn't know what I am. Lucien thought. Astonishing. I realize he must be inexperienced, but I would not think that the Court of Souls would send someone who does not even know the face of his enemy into the field. It is infuriating how little Soul Society must think of their subordinates." He thought. The least he could ensure of his own troops is that they knew their enemies.

"You're correct, I'm no Hollow." Lucien replied. He took a seat at the small table in the inn room, glancing around. Ah, there it was. A small tea pot, and an electric stove. Lucien began to boil water within the teapot. "Though I have only been here recently. I'm afraid I arrived only within the last four hours." He added. "So unless the Gotei 13 has gotten much faster at responses than I was led to believe, I do not believe I am the one you are seeking here." He determined. Hmm.... How to approach this.... How to approach this indeed. How far did Lucien need to tip his hand to get the information he wanted....?

"So. You are a new recruit in the Gotei 13. If I had to guess, this is your first assignment in the field, since you don't seem to recognize me." Lucien commented. "If that is the case, perhaps you could indulge me a curiosity." Lucien began.

"What are your thoughts on the Gotei 13? What do you think of their goal? And do you believe they are pursuing it in the best way?"

[Benjiro Hiroto]

As Benjiro followed Lucien through the inn, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, he was filled with a sense of nostalgia as he recognized the traditional Japanese architecture of the inn from his own time period. But on the other hand, he was amazed and somewhat overwhelmed by the modern amenities that were now present, like the electricity that powered the lights in the room. It was a strange and almost surreal feeling to see the old and the new coexisting in such close proximity.

As they entered the room, Benjiro took note of the traditional decor - the low table, cushions, and sliding doors. It was a peaceful and serene space, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him. He followed Lucien into the room, taking notice of the space provided to them, grateful for the privacy and security it provided. As they settled in to speak, Benjiro tried to keep his nerves in check, knowing that the conversation that was about to unfold could have significant consequences, both for him as an individual, and perhaps even for the Gotei 13 as a whole.

True enough, as soon as he entered the room, Lucien began with a question, or rather, a statement. Apparently, Kyoto was low on the list of priorities, and the entirety of the Gotei 13 were preoccupied by enemies on all sides. Two surprises, one after the other, but Benjiro tried to keep his face straight all throughout. He was never a liar though, and his face betrayed him more than he'd like. Finally, the man posed a question, asking if the Gotei 13 could afford to spread itself to a non-priority city. Benjiro just blinked, wondering how he was meant to respond to that. He didn't know how the Gotei 13 thought, nor could he speak for them. He wasn't even aware of the conflict between the Shinigami and the other races.

"I am certain that the Gotei 13 have their reasons. Besides, the Shinigami are meant to protect the balance of the realms, that extends to Kyoto just as it does anywhere else." A neutral answer, at least in Benjiro's eyes. He meant to deflect, show no signs of intent or will, but he had failed. He unknowingly revealed his ideals, or rather, his perception as to what the Shinigami truly were. His understanding was shallow, unquestioning, but the earlier surprise on his face hinted at a growing concern within his heart. What was the Gotei 13 hiding from them?

After Benjiro had asked Lucien what he was, the dapper man only affirmed that he truly was not a hollow. He spoke as he took a seat at a small table, prepping a kettle to make tea. Benjiro watched this in silence, preferring to remain on his feet in case a quick getaway was called for. Would he even be fast enough? Whatever the case may be, he focused his attention on Lucien once more as he revealed that he had only arrived in the last four hours, meaning it was highly unlikely that he was the cause of the disturbance in Kyoto.

That made sense to Benjiro, at least from a logical standpoint. If the Gotei 13 were to send a Shinigami after a man with this much spiritual energy, they would have sent at least a Lieutenant. An Unseated Officer like himself had no business dealing with this kind of a threat. It was at that point that Lucien had revealed what he had learned about Benjiro, starting with his recent assignment within Squad 10 of the Gotei 13. That much was true, as were the shocked eyes that he failed to obfuscate. He had made a mistake by saying that it was his first field assignment, however. This was his third, not that he planned on correcting him.

In any case, Lucien continued to claim control in this conversation, continuing to ask questions. He had asked on Benjiro's thoughts on the Gotei 13, their goal, and how they pursued it. In truth, Benjiro hadn't put too much thought into it, but he couldn't reveal that now. Too much was on the line. "The Gotei 13 are peacemakers. They keep the Soul Society in order and protect the souls within it, as well as protecting the Cycle of Reincarnation. I believe that it is a noble goal, as Samsara allows the lost souls another chance at seeking enlightenment." He spoke plainly, not a hint of deceit in his eyes, nor a quiver of his voice.

That, however, would not last. Benjiro's gaze faltered, thinking about all he had to learn, all he was taught at the Shino Academy. Was it the best way to pursue peace? To hold the most military power? It never sat quite right for Benjiro, not even during his stay in the Academy, but there was no other choice. None that he knew of, none that protected the sanctity of souls and offered them the chance of redemption. "The methods...are not ideal. They never truly are... but I believe that it is the best of the available options." He spoke with a grim tone.

[Lucien Dantes]

The Shinigami had given Lucien a very safe, guarded answer to his question about Kyoto. And believable. He was low ranking, so there was plenty of plausible deniability in him not knowing any greater purpose in being sent here, besides the usual Hollow hunting. Lucien decided not to press that line of questioning further, expecting similar walls, and rendering the discussion ultimately pointless. He didn't miss the flicker of unease in Benjiro's face, but again, did not pressure it. Seeds of doubt could be watered, or left to fester, and which was ultimately more effective often depended on the individual. Lucien did not know enough about Benjiro to know which would serve him better here.

The Shinigami was watching him closely. Lucien could tell. He was an enigma to the Shinigami. Lucien paused and looked at Benjiro. "Were you any other Shinigami I could understand your unease. There is no need for it. If I was here to execute you, I would have done so by now. The matter of my being seated, and you, standing closer to the door, would make no difference." The tone was kindly and gentle, and even his eyes were warm as he said it, despite the brutal nature of the words. "There is no cause for you to be so on guard. If someone interrupts our conversation, Mr. Hiroto, I will address it." He stated, and the tone was unusual again, an assuring tone, as of a parent attempting to comfort a young child.

Before Benjiro had too much time to dwell on that line, Lucien moved immediately along. "Hmm.... I agree. It is a noble goal." He stated, and he seemed to contemplate the matter, though in truth this was a topic Lucien had determined his thoughts on long ago. "But for mere peacemakers and keepers of order, they have attracted the eye of many enemies." He commented. "That seems unusual, don't you think?" There it was too-- his question as to whether Soul Society was pursuing things the best way possible.... There was the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

Lucien heard the teapot whistle and looked over. He stood back up for a moment taking the teapot off the electric stove, and switching it off. He then placed it in the center of the small table and placed out two cups, opening a hand to Benjiro as though to offer him a cup of tea. If accepted, Lucien would pour for the Shinigami first, before himself. It was more than apparent that Lucien was at complete ease in the situation, and entirely comfortable, despite appearing unarmed.

"I also agree that their methods are not ideal. I think--" Lucien began, but then broke off. He braced himself on the table and brought a gloved hand in front of his mouth, as he began a momentary severe coughing fit. He paused and checked the hand that he had covered his mouth with, and then grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth. "I apologize. I am of somewhat delicate health. As I was saying. I think that what was once a Noble goal, has become twisted by the highest powers in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. I think Soul Society has lost its way. They were protectors at one point, I am sure, but all I see now is that they only serve to protect their own self-interests. Acts of peacekeeping or maintaining the balance are empty platitudes intended merely to deflect and enforce their position." Lucien stated. "And I also believe there is a better way. There must be." He added.

Now it was Lucien's turn to study Benjiro's reaction. This man seemed introspective. He questioned things. That was good. Lucien was glad to see it. He was not bought in by dogma-- he accepted what his eyes told him, and when he was given reason to doubt, he questioned it. Excellent to see. Lucien had hopes for this one. But while other Vandenreich would have pressed the matter, it wasn't quite time for that yet. No.... Lucien wanted to allow the questions to continue now, and let Benjiro question the Seireitei in his own time. Lucien doubted he would make a recruit of him in a single meeting, but perhaps he would remember this conversation in the future. That was Lucien's hope.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him as he listened to Lucien's threatening reassurances. Though he knew he was still in a precarious position, the fact that Lucien hadn't executed him yet gave him a glimmer of hope. The man seemed much more experienced than he was, knowing innately just how powerful he was compared to the inexperienced Shinigami. He didn't doubt that Lucien could kill him immediately, and the fact that he didn't was unsettlingly relieving. He allowed himself to take a seat, the tension in his body easing slightly as he tried to make sense of the situation

As he sat across from Lucien, he couldn't help but notice how poised and confident the man was. It was clear that Lucien was in control of the situation and the conversation, but Benjiro couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on than he could understand. It was as if they were at war with their words, each question a stroke of the blade, each response skirting around the truth. It was like a dance in and of itself, with either side trying to outdo the other. He tried to keep his focus on Lucien's words, but his mind kept wandering, wondering what the dapper man was really after.

Despite his reservations, however, Benjiro knew that he had to trust in Lucien for the time being. There was nothing about him that seemed to threaten the people of Kyoto, only that he seemed to be aware and adamantly opposed to the Soul Society, proclaiming himself as an enemy of sorts. Too much was left unknown for him to know for sure. He needed to take his time to fully analyze and prepare a reply, but he couldn't wait too long, else the balance of power would be lopsided in Lucien's favor.

Interestingly enough, the conversation reminded him of his philosophical discussions with Master Eshin, back when he was a child in the World of the Living. Matters of philosophy and morality were always his forte, even against the greatest of Buddhist monks in the Kiyomizudera temple. He could not lie though, that much he knew to be true. He had to play to his strengths to be believable, and nothing fit Benjiro quite like the truth, even if he had to dodge the question in order to explain his truth and his understanding of it.

Yet, as he tried to affirm the goals of the Soul Society, he was taken aback by Lucien's reply. He...agreed with his sentiment? He agreed that the original goal of the Shinigami and the Gotei 13 was noble, but his contemplative expression showed that there was more to this statement than Benjiro had anticipated. Once again, Lucien had sown doubt and discord by mentioning an undeniable truth, if they truly were guardians and peacemakers, then why did they have so many enemies? 

"I'm not sure, why don't you tell me? I am still in the dark on these enemies, so it would help if you could enlighten me. Especially since you count yourself among them." Benjiro was cautious and guarded, but he was also curious. He couldn't outrightly demand information, but if Lucien really wanted him to share his thoughts, then he would need more. Following this, Lucien had offered to pour the Shinigami a drink, some fresh, hot tea that reminded him of much simpler days. With a bow, Lucien poured out some tea and Benjiro drank it in earnest, allowing the heat to spread evenly throughout his body.

When it came to the methods that the Gotei 13 employed, Benjiro had always had qualms with the militaristic nature of everything, but he thought, or rather was taught, that it was a necessity to protect the helpless. Without any evidence to the contrary, he had joined and dedicated himself to being better as a Shinigami, to affect change in small doses. As he spoke up about these thoughts, Lucien responded in kind, agreeing with him once more before stopping suddenly, coughing into his glove for a few moments.

Benjiro couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as he watched Lucien coughing heavily, his frame shuddering with each rasping breath. It was clear that the man was unwell, and Benjiro couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for him. Despite their opposing allegiances, he couldn't ignore the fact that they were both souls, both deserving of compassion and kindness. He could see the effort that Lucien was putting into holding himself together, bracing himself against the table to steady his shaking form. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the man's willpower and resilience. Benjiro knew that he couldn't trust Lucien completely, but he couldn't deny the fact that he felt a twinge of protectiveness towards him, a desire to help ease his suffering in whatever way he could.

Before he could speak though, the man had already apologized for his frail constitution, to which Benjiro shook his head. Still, he continued by sharing that he believed that the Gotei 13's original goal was good, long ago, but time and power had corrupted it. He said that there had to be a better way, and Benjiro just shook his head. He took a sip of his tea before looking up at Lucien with sympathetic eyes. "And I suppose that is your method?" He questioned before continuing his thoughts.

"If you believe that the Gotei 13 once had a good goal, one that had been corrupted over time, then wouldn't it be even more dangerous to place it in the hands of one man or one organization again? Forgive me if I come off as harsh, but oftentimes those with the purest intentions and the strongest of wills become the most oppressive rulers. Power itself is corrupting, after all."

[Lucien Dantes]

Well, he was going to hit upon that note eventually, Lucien supposed. He'd tried to be evasive, and had never explicitly clarified himself as an enemy, but Benjiro was calling, and it was time to show his hand. "As you will. As I understand it, Soul Society is at war with the Arrancar fortress of Las Noches. It was at war with the arrancar organization of Escudo until the forces of Las Noches exterminated them to the last. It is at war with His Majesty the Emperor's Holy Vandenreich. The only reason it is not at war with the Human World organization of XCution, is because XCution lacks the numbers and means to take the battle to your fortress beyond the veil." Lucien stated. "Of the major groups in the spiritual world, the only one that the Seireitei does not have an antagonistic relationship with, appears to be Uzaki Enterprises-- a company of spiritual humans that has existed for less than a decade, and whom even that has been judged enough of a threat that your Captain Commander and Central 46 have barred any sort of communications with." He noted. "If the Seireitei is indeed merely peacekeepers and keepers of the cycle, why have they attracted such ire?" He inquired.

Lucien took another sip of his tea and paused, finding it still a bit too hot for his tastes. He let Benjiro attempt his riposte against his line of questioning. Another apt question. If the Soul Society's methods are wrong, then are Lucien's correct? A fair question. Lucien set down his tea cup, and answered immediately-- this was not a question that he had any doubts or hesitation. "I believe so. Your fears are valid, but that is why for the sake of the world, the one who keeps balance the world must have two things. The first is a benevolent vision, of course. The second, is power enough to be immune to corruption." Lucien sought out Benjiro's eyes with his own. "I believe corruption only comes through when one is insecure in their own power. When one fears their power may be taken from them. A being of absolute power has no possibility of being corrupted, for its power is secure, and it wants for nothing, therefore it has no motivation to take anything, save for the pursuit of seeing its vision fulfilled."


Lucien finally allowed the veil to slip a touch. "As you surmised, I am a servant of one of the factions. I serve His Majesty the Emperor. I have done so all my life. It is through Him, that I have my power, and one day, I will return it to Him." Lucien revealed. "I understand it may be difficult to accept from one on the other side, but if you would see the Sillbern, it is a beautiful, tranquil and harmonious place. Every soul within it devoted in cause. There are squabbles, there is bickering and disagreements, as is natural, but we are united, and none of us want for any creature comforts. Can you say the same of your Soul Society? Can you look upon your Rukongai and say with confidence: "This is right. This is how it should be?" Another test of his tea, and this time it had cooled enough for Lucien to drink deeply while he let Benjiro consider his answer.

"I may have my own disagreements with my fellow Vandenreich. There are some who I am sure your Soul Society will argue as counterexamples to my rhetoric, whom take their loyalty, devotion and duty to his Majesty to extremes. I don't deny this. But I would refute any argument that says that such individuals do not exist within the Gotei 13 as well-- and that such individuals would commit atrocities not for a greater purpose, but for their own vanity, or selfish reasons." He replied.

Now Lucien took a moment to consider his words staring at the table contemplatively, and spoke softly. "I do not believe that power corrupts. I believe that power reveals. When you give someone the power to do whatever they wish, you will see what it is they always wished to do." His eyes rose again to seek Benjiro's face. "His majesty has such power, and he has used it to create a near-utopia for those who follow him. What has your Central 46, your Captain Commander, your Soul King, used their power for?"

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro listened intently as Lucien revealed his knowledge of the ongoing conflicts in the spiritual world. He tried to make sense of the information and formulate a response. Lucien's confident tone and sharp words made Benjiro feel uneasy, but he didn't want to show weakness in front of him. As Lucien spoke about the importance of having power and a benevolent vision, Benjiro couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt about his own abilities and the Soul Society's methods.

Enemies were never a sign of true peace, nor were they a good omen. There had to be a reason that so many would be antagonized by the Soul Society as a whole, especially so many different factions. Benjiro was, as of now, still completely unaware of what exactly Arrancar were, but he made note to memorize the names of Las Noches and the fallen Escudo. Similarly, he made sure to make a note of His Majesty the Emperor's Holy Vandenreich, a mixture of words he had yet to understand, but he surmised that Lucien held it in high regard considering the reverence he showed it.

In truth, there were only two factions not currently at war with the Seireitei, that being the XCution and the Uzaki Enterprises, for varied reasons. But of course, Benjiro had his doubts. These factions found common hatred in the Soul Society, but did they find camaraderie in each other? Based on how the Las Noches and Escudo factions fought it out, he presumed that they didn't. If the Soul Society were to fall, then the fragile peace between the other factions would only lead to further war.

As Lucien revealed his allegiance to the Emperor and his description of the Sillbern, Benjiro couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. If it truly was a beautiful and harmonious place where every soul was devoted to a cause, then it could have been the Nirvana he had been searching for - it sounded almost too good to be true. He couldn't deny the flaws in the Soul Society, particularly in the Rukongai, as he had lived there for over seven decades, and he found himself questioning his choices.

Lucien's final words about power revealing rather than corrupting resonated with Benjiro, who became enamored with that idea. He considered the actions of the Seireitei's leaders, the mysterious Captain Commander and the Central 46, and wondered if they had used their power for the greater good or for their own selfish reasons. He could not say for sure, considering how much was hidden from them. He didn't even understand why so much was hidden from them. Still, he realized that he needed to think carefully before responding to Lucien's questions, as his own ideas were still forming.

Benjiro took a sip from his tea, allowing the heat to travel throughout his entire body. He took a few seconds to gather his thoughts, offering them up to the Buddha with a small utterance. "Namu Amida Butsu." He had taken these moments to calm his mind and rest his spirit, no longer fearing the power that Lucien had. In fact, the pressure almost seemed comforting, as if he could blanket his own spirit with the shade of Lucien's. It was in this relative peace that he felt he had a breakthrough.

"It is not intention that causes one to have enemies, Mr. Dantes. Intentions alone hold no sway in the hatred and spite of others. It is power, in and of itself. The price of power is the oppression of those who dissent, who disobey, such as all of the Soul Society's enemies. I understand that, and I find it repulsive. Oppression is, in and of itself, contrary to what I believe in and who I wish to be. I have seen the ugliness within the system of the Soul Society firsthand, the shadows that engulf us." He spoke poorly of the Soul Society, making his thoughts known to the Vandenreich.

"However, I do not believe in your Vandenreich, nor do I believe in your Emperor's cause as well. You speak of His power, His ability to create a near-utopia, yet you also mention that your peers take their devotion to the extremes, committing atrocities in their own right? Atrocities are committed on both sides, yet yours are better because they are done in the name of your Emperor as opposed to the self-serving nature of the Soul Society? That is a horrible notion, as if you justify your actions without taking responsibility for them." It was rare for Benjiro to ever raise his voice, but this was one of the few times that the Gentle Giant had a presence almost equivalent to his frame.

"The Soul Society is riddled with corruption and obfuscation, that much I can see, but we are the only ones that yearn to take the souls of the dead and guide them through reincarnation. The Rukongai was not supported well, yes, but we were free. The people could live and let live, and the opportunity to make something more of yourself, to grow beyond your means was well within reach. If your Emperor had truly made a utopia, then why is it limited only to those who follow him?" He posed a question, creating a hard stance for the dapper man to respond to.

"I implore you to look past your devotion, as I have done mine. These faction wars are pointless and will only hurt those who truly matter here, the innocents that are caught in between. None of the options on the table are good choices, therefore reform must be made. Either within the Soul Society itself, or through the creation of something new, something all-encompassing. I do not want to settle for a near-utopia. I want to create a true Utopia, an ideal place where conflict is out of the question. I want to find Nirvana, for everyone."

[Lucien Dantes]

Lucien saw the Shinigami offer a quick Buddhist prayer before he continued. Curious. Lucien took a sip of his tea as he let Benjiro offer his retorts and questions, offering the Shinigami his full attention. He spoke of the nature of power and enemies. He spoke of oppression and his inability to believe in the Vandenreich. Even his line about Soul Society guiding the spirits of the dead. Nothing unexpected so far. Perhaps a step or two off the beaten path, but this was nothing like the Captain of the Third, who had quite surprised Lucien with his willingness to turn on Soul Society at the Vandenreich's request. The talk of wishing to create a true Utopia brought a smile to Lucien's lips.

But before he could continue, Lucien felt another attack coming on, and quickly placed his teacup on the table, so that he could brace himself, closing his eyes in concentration, visibly holding back a coughing fit. His throat felt raw, but after a moment the urge passed, and Lucien regained his composure. "You're right about intentions. Intentions alone do not cause enemies. Actions do. Or, perhaps, if we are discussing semantics, the potential for actions. Regardless, I agree with you on this point, and can respect the idea that power breeds resentment and envy. Or at least it can." He noted. "It is a difficult situation, regardless of the root cause, and there is a root cause." Lucien added.

As far as the commentary of atrocities. "I suppose I must concede your point. Atrocities are atrocities, regardless of motive. My colleagues' minds are something I seek to change, and hope to fill the ranks of the Vandenreich with individuals who are less inclined towards death as their primary response to heresy against his Majesty. I recognize that oftentimes, such heresy is bred of ignorance, not malice." He took a deep breath now, and seemed about to say something, but stopped himself, and moved to address Benjiro's next point.

"You pose an interesting question. One I have indeed pondered myself." He answered Benjiro's query regarding the Emperor's utopia, the ideal of a utopia. "And I fear it derives from the root cause I mentioned earlier." Lucien stood a moment, turning his back to Benjiro to look out the window. "I have traveled far across this world. I have seen your Rukongai, and even, on one occasion, fought amidst the halls of your Seireitei. I have journeyed the sands of Hueco Mundo. But everywhere I go, I see strife and conflict." Lucien sighed, and his voice was sad and melancholy. "Some part of me would like to see things as you do. But it's a naiive view. You ask me why our Emperor's utopia is limited to only those who follow him. I answer you, because a utopia can only exist when the people within it are united in purpose. A social construct that everyone within abides by willingly. Not because they are forced to. One who does not follow the Emperor, who does not heed his word, who rebels against his creed, cannot exist in such a Utopia. One who was browbeaten into following His will, will always resent Him, and cannot find peace in such a Utopia." He looked back over his shoulder at Benjiro.

"I look at your Soul Society, and tell you that you will never know peace. You will always have men and women who resent and buck the status quo. You will have "traitors" that you must hunt down and kill. Sometimes those traitors will escape your justice, they will congregate and war with your Soul Society. Each Shinigami follows his own path, pursues justice and the world they think is best, in the manner they think is best. The unity of your Seireitei is as flimsy as paper. Under the guidance of such individuals I do not believe Utopia is possible. If you seek a true Utopia, then the only means to do that is to unite every being within this world behind a common goal. We Vandenreich have achieved that-- the only squabbles we have is in the manner of carrying out that goal-- were it to be achieved, then there would be no further cause for conflict among us. If that were to be the case, then the only threat to that world would be those who do not share the vision."

Lucien returned to the table and took another sip of tea. "I do not expect you to turn your back on your Soul Society, your home. I am sure you have friends there. Perhaps family. You wish to protect them from the enemies of Soul Society, and that includes the Vandenreich. I understand your hesitation. Perhaps you can prove me wrong, and show me that Soul Society is better than I think it is. But as I see it.... Your Soul Society has ruled the world for over a thousand years. Look at the world, and tell me if you think that they have ruled it well." At last Lucien drained his cup.

"For my part, I believe that Soul Society has failed this world, and it is time for someone else to take on their task. If they will not step aside willingly, then they must be made to stand down."

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Lucien continued their debate, this time showcasing just how much their ideals had coincided, but also refuting where their ideals had divided. He had agreed that intentions alone held no sway over the resentment of others, but power and actions did. Lucien clarified that the potential for action was enough, and Benjiro began to understand the sensitive dynamics of the powers at play. The Soul Society and the Soul King had reigned for a long enough time, growing in power and establishing itself, that the other races of the three worlds felt threatened, breeding conflict.

However, was the potential of action enough? If that was the case, then wouldn't any race in power lead to conflict? Was war and conflict completely inevitable? Was there no way to keep the innocents safe and free from harm? It couldn't be... Benjiro didn't want to believe it, but as Lucien spoke, it seemed more and more likely. Benjiro was inexperienced and detached from a majority of the conflicts of the three worlds, but Lucien spoke from experience. Was Lucien where his ideals were headed after facing the reality of the world..?

As Benjiro thought more about Lucien's words, he realized that the three worlds were in a constant state of turmoil, and it seemed as though peace was nothing more than a fleeting dream. It was at this point that he remembered what Wolf had told him, that no matter how much power one attained, it was impossible to protect everyone. He pondered the idea of a world where peace could reign, where everyone could live their lives without the fear of conflict and war. It was a beautiful dream, but Benjiro couldn't help but feel that it was an unattainable one.

Despite this, he knew that he couldn't simply give up on the idea of peace. The Wolf said as much, the true power of self-determination lied within recognizing the impossibility of ideals yet striving to achieve it regardless of the outcome. He would do whatever he could to make it a reality, no matter how small his contributions may be. He felt a sense of responsibility as an individual, not just a Shinigami, to help bring about a peaceful world, one where future generations could live without the horrors and atrocities of open war.

It was then that Lucien spoke of Benjiro's naivete, saying that his ideals were borne of a lack of experience. He believed that a utopia could only exist when every individual within it was united in purpose. He believed that every follower of the Emperor did so willingly, as rebellion grew and festered in subjugation and forced subservience. Rebellion contradicted the peace that a Utopia was meant to be, but Benjiro couldn't accept that. It was not a Utopia if seclusion was actively a part of it.

Lucien countered by saying that the Soul Society will never know peace, as there would always be people within it that sought to change the status quo through resentment, rebellion, and betrayal. Then, the Soul Society would have to hunt down these traitors. But not only that, internally, each Shinigami held their own beliefs and justices that they pursued, ultimately being contrarian to the united front that the Vandenreich apparently had. Finally, he concluded by recognizing Benjiro's hesitation, but then he brought to question whether the Soul Society ruled the world well over the past thousand years. If they did not wish to step down, then they must be made to.

How ridiculous. "So your solution is revolution? Bring war and conflict to the Three Worlds in the name of your Unity, your Peace, and all those who refuse to follow you willingly will be killed? Forgive me if I misunderstand, but your ideals seem hypocritical. If my only choices are to be naive and strive towards an unattainable peace, or to accept your vision of Utopia born from seclusion and bloodshed, then I shall remain naive. I do not understand at what point your ideals or goals had shifted, but I heavily recommend reassessing your beliefs." He spoke with a gravitas in his voice, feeling an anger he did not know he had.

"The Soul Society has failed to create a true Utopia, but that is no reason to go to war and put in place another ruler that creates NEAR-Utopias. If we truly wish to create peaceful change for the betterment of everyone, then the answer lies within REFORM. I believe in the Soul Society, or at least the idea of one, but I wish for change with the Soul King and the Central 46. I don't believe in the point of ruling or rulers at all, or at least individual ones. If we strive for peace for the people, then the people should be directly involved. If representatives of each race came together and brokered true peace, for the sakes of their peoples, and all were treated fairly, then wouldn't that be closer to a Utopia?" Benjiro was exasperated, trying to make his heart and his mind known.

"I mean no disrespect, Mr. Dantes. It is rare to meet someone with similar goals, and I am grateful to have met someone who prizes peace as I do, but I do not think peace is something we settle for. I do not want to side with the lesser of two evils, nor do I wish to settle for the best of the available choices. Peace is a long and arduous path, but it is a path we must forge through our own will and our own actions. I hope that you can see that, at the very least." Benjiro let out a sigh, the passion and resolve he had resolute in his eyes.

[Lucien Dantes]

Lucien looked at Benjiro, his golden eyes seeming to pierce through him. "I suppose in a sense. You are Shinigami, but your knowledge suggests you were not born in the Soul Society. So you grew up a human, yes? Then you would know that throughout your human history, revolutions have ever been the only means of deposing tyrants." Lucien spoke firmly. "I despise bloodshed. I despise suffering. The existence of it, and the infliction of it. On myself, or on others. If your Soul Society would bend the knee and acknowledge His Majesty for who he is, then I would welcome them into the fold. I do not wish to wage war, but in this matter there is no alternative. The Seireitei is corrupt. Diseased, and rotten to its core. There are many good people among its ranks, but they are only tools of the corruption, and those who can make a difference are either corrupted in turn, or silenced."

Benjiro spoke of his idea of a Utopia, and Lucien nodded. "It would be-- if all the people of the world could stomach it. But all it takes to destroy that Utopia, is a single soul within it that wants more. That wants to dominate another. In that moment, it is no longer a Utopia. Mortals like ourselves are selfish creatures, in the end. So long as it is a world built by mortal hands it will never be a Utopia." Lucien walked back to the window and slid it open. He'd sensed something in the city of Kyoto. A Hollow. Perhaps his presence had attracted it.

"If we are to live in a Utopia, Mr. Hiroto, we must place our faith in a greater power than ourselves. That which is wrought by mortal hands is mortal itself. If we wish for our perfect world, a world of peace. Without suffering. A perfect world, eternal, then it must in turn be built by one who is eternal. One unchained by the shackles of mortality. Perhaps you believe your Soul King qualifies for that. But if he does, then why has he not done so, when he has had so long to do it?" Lucien's senses expanded beyond the room, reaching out toward the Hollow. Benjiro might even be able to see the creature if he truly strained his eyes, some four miles away, flying through Kyoto's skies, hunting for food.

In a moment, an elegant black longbow was in Lucien's hand. The Vandenreich raised the bow, the very image of an archer, and drew back the bow string. An arrow of pure, brilliant, white-blue reiatsu formed on the string, and he let it loose. The arrow streaked through the air with blinding speed and then was gone. And so was the Hollow. Lucien had slain the creature from nearly four miles away in an instant. The bow disappeared in his hand, and he turned back to Benjiro. "In our mortal world, there are times when we must do unpleasant things to make things better. In our world... sometimes we must choose between two evils. In my eyes, allowing this world to continue to fester, unchecked, is by far the lesser evil. Just as you encouraged me to reassess my ideals, I ask you to question yours. Look with your eyes open at Soul Society. One day, when you realize how deep the rot runs, how impossible that stain is to remove.... When you realize at last that there is no fixing your Soul Society, I hope you will seek us out." Lucien moved to walk past Benjiro to the door, but paused a moment. He turned back and gave him a short bow.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hiroto." And then the door clicked shut behind him.

[Benjiro Hiroto]

Benjiro listened to Lucien's words carefully, his mind racing to process the weight of what was being said. The Seireitei, corrupt? The Soul Society, beyond saving? It was a possibility that he had never truly considered before, but there was credence to what he had said. Benjiro's eyes shifted uneasily as he tried to reconcile his own idealism with the harsh reality that Lucien presented. He wanted to believe that his Soul Society was a beacon of hope and prosperity, but he couldn't deny the nagging doubts that now lingered in his mind.

As Lucien walked to the window, Benjiro couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The Vandenreich leader was not only powerful but also seemed to possess a wisdom that came from having lived a long and eventful life, experience that Benjiro tried to pay no mind to. Benjiro realized that his knowledge and insights might be valuable, even if they challenged his own beliefs, especially so. Yet, the image of Lucien drawing his bow and slaying the Hollow with a single shot left a deep impression on Benjiro, and he felt a sense of trepidation for the man's abilities. He had so easily and willingly condemned a soul to hell with naught a word.

Benjiro knew that he could not dismiss Lucien's words outright, but he also couldn't let go of his own vision of a better world. He believed that the world could be made better, even if it was built by mortal hands. He realized that there might be no easy solutions, and that sometimes unpleasant choices had to be made, but he refused to give up on the possibility of a utopia. He would continue to question and challenge his own beliefs, and seek out new knowledge and perspectives. He needed to. If everyone were as jaded as Lucien was, then there truly was no hope for the worlds.

"Thank you for the tea, Mr. Dantes. I hope you may find solace in the peace that you seek. If you don't, then you may seek me out as well." One last lingering offer, both sides reaching out for the other to join them. The difference was laced in the meaning behind their words, with Benjiro's implying no allegiance. He was not giving up on the Soul Society, but he was not binding himself to them to walk this path to peace. It was a lonely path, but one he had to take.

As Lucien left the room, Benjiro was left alone with his thoughts. He pondered the conversation that had just transpired, grappling with the complexities and contradictions of his own worldview. He realized that there were no easy answers, and that the truth was often elusive and multifaceted. But he also felt a sense of determination and purpose, knowing that he could use the insights gained from this encounter to strive towards a better future. He would continue to seek out new perspectives, even if they challenged his own, for he knew that only through such exploration could true growth and progress be achieved.