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Independent Bleach roleplay blog featuring:
Urahara Kisuke 🟢 Tsukabishi Tessai 🟢 Tsumugiya Ururu 🟢 Hanakari Jinta
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Focusing on series end (Bleach 686) through present year (2025) Affiliated with @hirak0s, @midnightactual, @crashingheavens, @sphaeraa
Written by Silk
Reincarnation in Bleach: Buddhism lens.
The Soul Society is not Heaven in a western sense. It is a place where souls await reincarnation - somethings similar to Bardo. It is not the final destination for a soul, nor the reward for good deeds.
The karmic system is never stated in Bleach but is is implied for example: by existence of Hell (very bad karma), or beast clans like Komamura's (also bad karma). This karmic system controls and defines reincarnation. This is no luck that you are born poor or rich, weak or powerful - this is karma - determined by your deeds in your past lives. So when you're reborn a noble, rich clan member - perhaps you had a multiple cycles doing good deeds - and also, while you are reborn lucky, powerful, and rich and then you're not doing anything good with it - you are burning out your karma to actually get to Hell next (or any lower state of beings). Like, why powerful beings all go to Hell? Because they wasted their karmic privilege already.
And suffering that exists even after death - in Soul Society for example, has its purpose in karmic system. It is supposed to trigger you to look for getting free of it - breaking the cycle of samsara and reaching nirvana - end of suffering. Without suffering there is no purpose, motivation, to look for nirvana. That is why there has to be suffering in the 'afterlife'. Because Soul Society isn't the end goal of the cycle. Being outside the cycle is the goal.
In other words, suffering is a tool - it brings you closer to enlightenment. You won't better yourself if you never suffered.
That is why the Yhwache's vision of the world without death is faulty.
I believe there should be something beyond the Three Realms in Bleach cosmology that would equal the nirvana state, as we already encounter characters who broke themselves out from the cycle of reincarnation: Ichibei and Squad 0, and Aizen (all being immortal).
In that reading, they represent a version of Bodhisattwa state of being - beings who does not have to reincarnate anymore but still stays inside the cycle to lead other beings to their enlightenment.
"They're references," she confirmed, and with a vague wave added, "instruments of memory if ya wanna get all campfire folk about it."
Dismissive as she was, the spiritual imprint left on bones was of interest to her.
"Books have limited references. Wild specimens are varied. Tactile, too, but if all you have're books, I can make do." until she inevitably turned to museum excursions for her treasures.
"Well, let's seeeeee..."
With a nod, he bade her to follow, as he meandered toward the back of the shop and began moving boxes off an old chest. Instruments of memory...
"Sadly, the sediment that forms our foundation here is a bit young, geographically speaking, mostly courtesy of local rivers and Mt. Fuji, so despite the extensive excavation work done for this establishment, we haven't turned up any here. However, I've been known to be something of a bone collector when on various excursions..." The top of a venerable old trunk had at last been cleared, and with an impressive explosion of dust, he opened it for her inspection.
"I'm willing to part with whatever contents you might find useable, for a fair price, of course. Seeing as this is an art project, would you be interested in a set of charcoal pencils? —for the authentic campfire folk touch, of course."
Kukaku took his invitation to take a seat at his dining table, careful to place the suitcase on the table in front of her. "This is a gift I made for you. I know your birthday isn't for a while but I figured..since you deal with more weird shit on the daily than I do, you could use these." She would slowly slide the suitcase across the table towards Kisuke, "Do be careful with it. I wouldn't want the whole case to blow up in your face..literally."
Inside the suitcase was a set of grenades with rainbow fuses and a pack of matches. "I was experimenting with my fireworks earlier this week while doing my usual test runs in the morning and somehow managed to make explosives that make a flash bang that can blind anyone within a ten mile radius. Could come in handy if you find yourself surrounded or need to create a diversion somewhere down the line. Each of them do the same thing, the smoke that comes out after they explode is randomized though. Once you light them, you have one minute before they go off. Hopefully that will give you enough time to get out of range."
Kisuke seated himself at the dining table and watched with interest as Kuukaku set down the case upon it and slid it across to him. His long fingers wriggled in anticipation, then found the clasps and opened it— slowly and carefully at first, wherepon he peered into the darkness as if trying to ascertain the nature of a wrapped gift, then suddenly spreading it open before him, like a forbidden and foreboding buffet. His brows lifted at the array of incendiaries as she launched into her spiel.
"It's all fun and games until someone loses a retina—" His murmured comment following the introduction was overlapped by her continued explanation. "A smokescreen as well?" His face registered appreciation for her craft. "That does indeed sound useful. Distraction and subversion are good allies..."
He was leaning in, giving closer inspection to the contents, and had lifted one of the papier-mâchéd orbs out of the case, holding it aloft on the tips of three fingers, the other hand stretching the fuse. "Is there a significance to the color striations here...?"
❝ hoho, you did your homework, huh? ❞ it is hardly unusual for someone to recognize him and know some of the surface level information about him. his notoriety is a double-edged sword that way. the difference here is that he is actually interested in the other person -- actually cares about having the same kind of information on the other that the other has on him.
❝ the way your energy moves is unnatural. if you know who i am, you know that my eyes can see it. what that tells me is that it is being manipulated somehow, through unusual means. this implies one of two things -- either you're a prodigy with clinical, constant control over it, or you've modified it manually. in either case, it is highly unusual. you'll tell me how you did it, won't you? ❞
"Now now, who's to say what's unnatural? That sort of comment feels a bit pejorative, to be candid," chuckled the shopkeeper. "But it seems you've got a canny knack for analysis, as well." The mirth in his tone was mixed with approval, not derisive so much as pleasantly surprised. His hand delved into the improbably deep pocket of his haori and produced an apple, which he polished on the edge of the fabric.
"You do flatter me. I haven't been called a 'prodigy' in many years, if ever. And yet, if the geta fits, as they say—" he shrugged with false humility. "In any case, it's fascinating to know how you apprehend it. Now, what makes you think a magician like me would give away his secrets?~" So saying, he took a lusty bite of the fruit.
"Oh—and it might be good to keep in mind: more than two things can be true, you know."
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Kisuke couldn't resist his wife and the cake's ruined.
Happy Birthday Ayame!
@uraharashouten asked:
"You really thought i wouldn't notice?" Yes, it seems Kisuke has been here... the whole time.
investigative prompts. // accepting.
it had not been satoru's intention to spy on the man. it simply . . . happened. the curiosity that arises when his six eyes see something interesting cannot be helped. after all, when most of what he sees with those eyes is more of the same, why would he not investigate something different?
❝ well . . . you caught me! ❞ he raises his hands somewhat, trying to convey without words that he is not a threat. not to this man, anyway. there is a smile on his face, but there is nothing nefarious behind it -- no intent, no motive, just his regular, genial demeanor.
❝ you seem like you're the type of guy who'd rather cut to the chase, so here goes -- you're not a normal person, are you? ❞
At the disarming reaction, Kisuke's shadowed visage registers delighted surprise, hazel eyes flashing wide for a moment with a certain glint of recognition.
But then he's confronted with a rather direct question, one that leaves little wiggle room for wriggling off the hook...
"I suppose it takes not to know not," he grins slyly in return. "You seem like a keen observer. But now you've got me curious: What do your eyes tell you about me?"
@burdenedreverence asked:
you don't fight fair, you fight to win.
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“A keen observation! It’s a matter of survival.” Beneath his brim, Kisuke fixed Hayden with a grim, even gaze of dark mirth.
The air of the underground training area was thick with dust settling slowly back to earth. Benihime’s tip scratched the grit beside his geta as Kisuke shifted his stance. “Hayden-san… you may view your battle ethics as commendable, but holding too tightly to fighting with honor against an enemy who doesn’t... can be a way to get oneself killed.”
“For example, although we’ve paused to chat, there's no need to assume—” Without warning, the tip of his zanpakutō flicked upward, the blade held level before him.
"Hado 32: Ōkasen!"
Karin sighs. "I was hoping a world of possibilities would open up when I got my shikai. But, no, Nashien was pretty adamant the only thing this can burn is human flesh, so a delicious barbecue is out of the question, which is, like, a huge bummer." She scowls. "That should bother me, right? I mean, there's a difference between beating the shit out of someone and killing someone. Maybe their face or back or whatever stays fucked up, but they go home on their own to feet and not piled up in an urn.
"A core part of my being doesn't let that happen, though. I mean, maybe they'll go home after months in a burn unit and dozens of skin grafts and surgeries and months on a breathing tube and pureed food and antibiotics. And that doesn't bother me. It doesn't feel like I've attained some personal enlightenment. It feels like I knew all along and am only now coming to terms with it."
She stares into the middle distance and licks her teeth as she nods. "Y'know, my host told me the incumbent captain of juuniibantai had thousands of people killed before the Wandenreich invasion. She told me the balance was out of whack and he just. He just took the initiative to enough people to balance the shit out. Thousands. Apparently, the issue the old soutaichou took from it was Kurotsuchi-taichou didn't do the paperwork for it. The very foundations of this institution is murder. I fit right in. That should be horrible, right? I should feel horrible about it, but I don't feel any way about it, and this... this dissonance is dizzying, y'know."
"I've heard of sick burns." Ururu gives a rare smirk, one that's unfazed by the scene Karin has painted of patients in the burn ward.
"You should have been there for the war," she goes on. "Quincies are human. It's like your zanpakutō was made for fighting them specifically." Which was weird if you thought about it. It raises a question that Ururu doesn't want to ask right now. "You'd have been able to help out." There's a wistfulness in her tone. "But we were kids then. So I guess we were both left tending the store." Her tone is dry, ironic at the allusion to youth being a disqualifier, and the unspoken acknowledgement that they were simply sidelined. "I guess someone had to, just in case."
She's quiet for a bit as Karin goes on about the liquidation of souls as just a bit of celestial accounting. Karin's got a very human perspective. That's bound to come from upbringing. And there's something ironic about her father deliberately choosing a profession that just prolongs the inevitable, and there's another question that flits through her mind about how Isshin would feel if Karin sent him patients. But Ururu feels the resonance of discord in Karin's soul that has yet to settle. She's halfway there, if she's attained shikai, but she's clearly still working it out.
"Humans are strange about death." Her tone has turned philosophical. "Most of them don't want to die, and most of them don't really want to kill, when it comes down to it. They have to be persuaded. Maybe it's their own emotion that does it, their sense of self-preservation. Or maybe someone in authority. But they all have the capacity to do it, even the most timid. Even if they won't kill another human, it takes a lot of restraint not to kill anything." She pauses for a moment, regarding a sudden thought.
"What do you think would push Yuzu to kill someone?"
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Ayame would look around and grab a few more rags and a water bottle. "Well, yer more prepared 'an I am but it woul'n' hurt t' bring water an' more rags t' clean ya up wit'. An' if ya get hurt I got Kaido t' help ya 'long!" There was a swift nod of her head reassuring that she could do this and was a bit prepared to go along.
"I woul' like t' come 'long wit'cha… But hmm? Jus' what're ya doin?" There was a tilt of her head curious as to what was going on! "Maybe I coul' make sum'in' t' help, fresh pair'a eyes an' all. Y'know how it is with art right? Coul' it be th' same fer wha'cher makin?"
"Coul' put my hands t' good use."
"You always do," he couldn't help quipping at that last remark.
But as for what he'd been doing... "It would be easier to show than to tell," he asserted mysteriously, as he led her around the courtyard's engawa toward the entrance to the freight elevator. He was aware as he walked of the trail of gritty ash and charred bits he was leaving with every dry, crackling step, but there was no help for it; he'd have to see to it that was swept up later.... He paused to enter the code at the keypad, then ushered her inside. The door slid shut behind them, and then with a jolt, the car began its measured, diagonal descent into the underground space.
He said nothing for a long moment, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the next, until at last he broke his silence. "Now..." His tongue darted out to moisten his lips during a brief hesitation. "...Before we step out, I just want to assure you that the moths are fine; steps were taken to ensure that their area would be out of danger."
Another minor jolt announced their arrival, and the elevator doors slid open. Beneath the cold light of artificial day, the landscape of the training ground appeared as a charred, pockmarked wasteland.
"It's... not as bad as it looks," he claimed as he stepped out, in a tone brighter than his expression. It was somewhat unclear which of them he was attempting to reassure.
She seemed pleased with him looking like new, or at least refreshed from that mess. "There ya go, look much better." There was a nod of her head.
This man could always count on her to be in his corner, she loved him and cared very deeply about him. She looked up at him and nuzzled into his forehead with hers in return. "ya can always coun' on me fer 'at." There was a soft blush on her cheeks as he let go of her.
"Ya know, I coul' come 'long an' be yer encouragement t' keep movin' forward..." She'd look at the ground at the mess, "Ya better, Tessai's gonna be mad if he sees this."
"...come along?"
It's not as though she hasn't before; they've collaborated on many creative projects. In fact, her penchant for making things is a great part of her appeal, and her pleasant company makes for a great part of the rest. But this time...
"Ah... considering how my last attempt quite literally blew up in my face... I wonder if that's wise? —Besides, if this effort features a repeat of those results... who'll be here to wipe off the soot?"
He wavers... as she's noted, she is his muse, after all. Yet the desire within him to protect that... his brows furrow, and he draws in a breath. There must be limits, he has been learning, to the control he has, when it conflicts with the agency of others. Funny, how that began to matter particularly in regard to her... He exhales slowly.
"But if I can't dissuade you..."
Ah. Now he must truly grapple with what it means to be brave. And bravely, he smiles.
"...then you're welcome to join me."
@katsu-at-the-bottom asked:
"you don't see people, you see leverage." (Katsu to Kisuke)
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"I haven't seen it, but I believe I've heard of that show—"
"Incidentally, there's something I'll need you to do for me..."
