Hachi watched as Baraggan's lifeless body fell to the ground. Not to say it had much life it him to start with. Hachi sighed and looked back at the injured Captain Soi Fon. She was clutching her arm in pain, or at least what remained of it.

"What are you looking at?" she scoffed. Hachi smiled. This was more like the captain he knew.

"I think you need to remove yourself from the battlefield immediately." Soi Fon's eyes widened.

"What do you mean," she cried. "We're barely going to win this war. Do you think I'm going to let a group of you…you things take over and fight for us?"

Hachi smiled again. Soi Fon's brow furrowed. As much as she hated to admit it, she really couldn't do the other Shinigami any good by sticking around. But the last thing she wanted was for the war that they had worked so hard to win could only be done with help from the Vizards.

"So what do you say? Will you go home and get some rest? I can only heal you to the best of my meager abilities," said Hachi humbly.

Soi Fon looked at Omaeda, her Lieutenant who she had trusted with her life for the first time. She claimed to hate the man but could she really after this fight? She nodded to Hachi.

"Alright then. I'll have Omaeda take you back to the Urahara Shoten."

Soi Fon froze. She had no idea that Urahara Kisuke was in the fake Karakura. And if he was here that meant she must be too. Soi Fon remembered the last time she saw her goddess. It was right before the war and she had been given the orders to leave. She remembered her goddess's mouth on hers as they said their goodbyes, not knowing if Soi would return.

She would stay out of the battle even if it meant not getting credit for her fight. Even if it meant losing her position as Captain and head of the Onmitsukido. Now that she had the opportunity to see her.

Yoruichi.