He had to admit that he'd been outplayed on this one. He hadn't expected Soul Society's actions so soon, and all his schemes had been pushed into overdrive in an attempt to keep the plan moving.
The light glinted on Ichigo's sword as they vanished down the tunnel, and glittered on Orihime's hairpins, Ishida's glasses, Chad's belt buckle. It haloed them as they vanished into the shadowy distance, souls going to war.
Soldiers? Urahara thought. No. But perhaps heroes.
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