my test bok for fanfiction so i can use the tts

The Central 46 have come to a decision.

Unanimously, they have voted for extermination. 

Shunsui breathes deeply and tries to quell the fear in his gut. He's never been a fan of war--of battle and combat and the knowledge that if you don't kill you will be killed. For all that he's good at it, he doesn't like it, and he knows Juushiro is the same way. 

Against this particular set of opponents, however, he doesn't even know if they have a chance. For one, they're comprised mostly of comrades , and for two, they've got the entire Assassin Corps (no matter that it's Division Two, their loyalty is to their mistress, and always has been), most of the Kido Corps, and the unknown variable that is the orange-haired Shiba. That's one hell of a lineup, and unlike the Quincies of old, they have intimate knowledge of the structure and capabilities of the Gotei 13. 

It's a terrifying picture, frankly. A single Captain-class opponent can neutralize every Shinigami under third seat in the entire Gotei, singlehandedly. It takes a Captain to fight a Captain, but even then, not all Captains are equal. Unohana and Yamamoto-sensei are monsters , but from what he's seen, not even they have anything on the newcomer. Not to mention that the assassins are trained to fight in such a way that strength doesn't matter . 

And that's not counting his former comrades. Shinji alone is a terrifying prospect, because he's one of the few Shinigami older than the Academy, and every single one of them had the tendency to hide their true strength as a matter of survival, and it's impossible to guess what tricks they might have up their sleeves. Without the standardized education, there's simply no way to gauge what they could know. 

Assuming his old friend isn't a mindless, ravening beast by now, anyway. 

If he is, why the hell have they seen neither hide nor hair of him? That speaks to someone who could control a captain-class hollow--eight captain-class hollows, if Ichimaru's testimony was to be believed--and that's even less reassuring. 

Every instinct in him screams to take Juushiro and run. They didn't survive the Rukongai as long as they had by being stupid, that's for certain. 

But still, this is the organization their sensei poured his life into. They can't just abandon that for the sake of the enemy, even if that enemy wears the face of a friend. They certainly can't abandon that just because of fear, not after they've seen how much it's helped. 

Now if only they could convince Yama-jii to take himself back out from under the stupid, spoiled nobles, now that would be something.

Retsu is torn. On one hand, she's quite invested in the survival of the group of outcasts. It would be a shame for them to fall now, at such a critical moment. For them to do so for lack of crucial information would be a travesty. 

On the other hand, however, is the sheer power of the Shiba interloper, and the nearly irresistible instinct that demands she test herself against it. 

Luckily, this is not a decision that she's being forced to make, not yet. The others may not notice, not Genryuusai in his arrogance nor the others in their inexperience, but Retsu knows that the Shihouin head is there at the "sentencing." This neatly sidesteps the question of whether or not she should send a message to the Shiba. It's only the delay of an inevitable decision-- she will have to choose, ultimately, where her loyalties lie-- but for now, it is enough. 

Gods, but she wants to fight. Not that glorified sparring the baby Arrancar are doing (she hasn't missed that, either; there is no better sensor in the Gotei than she, regardless of what science the Twelfth might want to tout), but a real fight, one where her life is in real danger and she is forced to pull every trick she knows, one where even that might not be enough. 

She wants to cast the dice and see if she still has what it takes to survive. 

Yoruichi doesn't even bother to be surprised. The others held hope of peaceful revolution, but Yoruichi is a Shihouin, and her Onmitsukido has worked with the Gotei for centuries, now, to the point of being nearly synonymous with Division Two. 

She knows better than any of the others, how little Seireitei tolerated outside of their grasping claws. Even her Kisuke-- not hers anymore, not really, but always in her mind hers to protect, her little brother in all but blood-- was more hopeful than she. 

She likes what changes Ichigo has wrought in him. She likes that he's safe enough to be softer, for all his new jagged edges. She likes that he has hope at all. She loves the way his eyes crinkle just slightly at the edges when he's watching Ichigo, the way his shoulders relax with Ichigo at his back. The way he steps forward to face the unknown with confidence that he'll be caught if he falls. The way he trusts. He doesn't second guess himself or his morals, either, just believes that Ichigo will stop him if he goes too far. 

For an assassin, an anchor that steady is hard to find. 

If only she didn't have to bring another war to lay at their feet. 

She takes two deep breaths and drops her emotions from her mind, sliding sideways into the cold, calculated rationality of the assassin at her truest core. 

She contemplates, for a moment, a preemptive strike. If she chose the right moment, picked them off as they exited the building, she could destroy half the captains here. All the new ones, definitely. 8 and 13 would prove a problem, as would 1 and 4, but should she strike swift and careful, she might be able to get all the rest. Alternatively, she could bypass them entirely, get to the inner chambers and cut the head from the snake.

Were she operating solo, or even with only Tessai and Kisuke at stake, she might even have done it. But Yoruichi is an assassin, not a general. She can eliminate threats and remove opponents before they ever face her, but she is not given to the sort of long-term planning that could win a war. 

Kisuke is. Ichigo is. Yoruichi will put her faith in them, and trust that they will guide her hand accordingly. 

She leaves without hesitation. They will need this information to plan what is to come.