my test bok for fanfiction so i can use the tts

It has been a week since the extermination order was passed down. A week since Yoruichi appeared before them, face hard and blank. 

A week during which they've fallen into their old mindsets, two war generals trying to minimize casualties and ensure their people's survival. 

The first few moves were easy. Messages went out, with the discretion only ninja were capable of. 

The Shihouin Head called. The Onmitsukido answered. 

Considering they'd been part of Division Two for centuries, it should not have been as easy as it was to mobilize a small army of assassins, and take out every supply and information line on their way out. Sealed "missions" were all that was needed; no one would question an operative on assignment, and no one would think anything of the mobilization of most of Division 2, in light of the recent order. 

That was precisely what was going on, after all. It was a shame that Yamamoto had never considered that anyone in the Gotei or adjacent branches could have loyalties that differed from his own.

Somewhere in the heart of the Division Two stronghold, Soi Fon stares at a simple black envelope with a dark, velvety purple butterfly stamped on it. She has a choice to make, and until the end of the week to do so. 

She already knows where her ultimate loyalties lie.

She breaks the seal without hesitation. 

With the Onmitsukido handled and the Second Division defanged, they turn to the Kido Corps. Tessai and Hacchi escort themselves to the headquarters they ran only last month, on the evening of the second day, only to find their subordinates waiting for them with anticipation.

The Kido Corps stands in readiness. They were not pleased with Central's treatment of their leaders, and as an independent, mostly research-based organization, they were free to follow whomever they pleased without being accused of treason. They had merely been waiting for the word to be given.

With the assassins and the spellcasters more or less exclusively on their side, Ichigo and Kisuke turn to the next order of business--getting their noncombatants out . Some of the Corps goes, as does a protesting Gin, and anyone who isn't overly interested in risking their lives against the best Seireitei has to offer. Families and children, as well, with Hacchi, Mashiro, and a very grumpy Hiyori reluctantly accompanying them to ensure their safety. 

Ichigo sincerely hopes that no one manages to track them down. He doesn't think Hiyori will leave much of whoever dares get in her way.

He almost pities the poor Arrancar who are going to be handling that group. Maybe Grimmjow will be up to letting the Visored get some aggression out? 

Actually, that was a terrible idea. They'd destroy Las Noches between the two of them. 

He sends a hasty note to Starrk and tries to pretend he's not afraid of coming back to find smouldering ruins. 

Meeting their enemies face-to-face on a battlefield is a dumb tactic, more suited to medieval armies than to a small horde of individuals with the strength of an army to each of them. Ichigo doesn't particularly care for the concept, but if he doesn't do that , he's basically just going to end up storming Seireitei, like he did for Rukia, a century in the future. He could also have the assassins just go murder everyone who could stand against him, but that sort of victory leaves a bad taste in his mouth for all that he wouldn't have hesitated to use it against Aizen. 

They have a chance for victory in mostly nonlethal combat. He'd be a fool not to take it. 

It's gonna suck, though. Yamamoto alone is a gigantic pain in his ass, and one he's going to have to handle personally. 

Shinji has volunteered, in a fit of absolute suicidality, to waylay Unohana. Ichigo salutes his bravery and tells him that he'll remember him fondly in the days to come, laughing as he ducks away from the swat Shinji aims at his head. 

The other two major threats are Shunsui and Juushiro, but they fight as a single unit with devastating effectiveness, and they don't play fair by any stretch of the imagination. 

Kisuke steps up, with a lazy little smirk, and declares that he'll take care of them. Chaos immediately ensues; none of them save Ichigo know his true capabilities, and it's a bit concerning for the Visored to see the youngest captain going up against two of the eldest. 

Ichigo just laughs and tells him to have fun.

None of the rest of the captains or lieutenants with the Gotei should prove too much of a threat, not to the much stronger hollowfied Shinigami, and Ichigo allows the Visored to mix and match themselves as they will. 

He's a little amused to note that Shiba Kaien and Shiba Isshin will both be on the battlefield, though. 

The Onmitsukido will be handling things with the Division 2 assassins, and ensuring that no one tries anything like a prison break while the vast majority of the Gotei is occupied. Similarly, the remaining Kido Corps will be securing Seireitei and sealing off attempts at breaking through to Hueco Mundo.

Yoruichi herself will be playing a key role-- while the two factions clash, she'll be visiting the Central 46 in an attempt to convince them to revoke the extermination order, and if possible to hammer out a ceasefire in preparation for a true peace treaty. 

They're not particularly hopeful that she'll succeed, but maybe after the initial battles, C46 will see that it's pointless to try to exterminate them with force. And also that they're not mindless monsters, or a major threat to their lives. 

…. Yeah, Ichigo doesn't believe it either, but he has to try. 

The mood in Seireitei the night before they officially mobilize is solemn. Everyone is well aware that they're going to be hunting their own comrades, some of whom could even be considered family. The only exceptions seem to be Mayuri, whose last-minute calculations will be crucial to actually tracking their targets, and Kiganjo, who appears to be having a wild party with the rest of the Eleventh, all of them drunk on anticipation and battle lust. 

Shunsui and Juushiro sit next to each other in silent contemplation, sharing a single cup of sake between themselves-- their own unspoken pledge to each other to come back alive. 

They hate extermination orders. Even if it's not likely to kill them, there's something about hunting down survivors, those noncombatants trying to flee, just to keep living, not oppose the Gotei, that leaves a bad taste in their mouths. 

Juushiro is still a bleeding heart, even after all these years, and Shunsui isn't that much better, for all that he still remembers how to shut down his emotions. 

Times like these, he can't help but hate those spoiled nobles who think they're entitled to anything , even the lives of others. And maybe he hates Yama-jii for it, a little, for listening to them, when he knows how it was . They'd made it better, they had, given everyone a little hope and stability and protection, but it doesn't feel like it, not now-- they feel like bullies . 

Shunsui hopes the orange Shiba had the sense and power to get all the rest of them out. He doesn't care where they go, just that they're somewhere beyond the long arm of the Gotei. Because if their hunt succeeds, if they find their former comrades…

He is still loyal to his sensei's ideal. As little as he likes it, he will follow his orders.

They will be his enemies, and they will die.