The wind is still. Dust floats lazily as Ichigo approaches the gates of the White Tower. Hanatarō watches quietly behind him. But then—
BOOM!
A massive spiritual pressure slams down like a hammer. Ichigo freezes. A towering man with jagged, spiked hair and an eye patch stands in his path. Yachiru sits calmly on his shoulder.
Kenpachi: "Hey. You Ichigo Kurosaki?"
Ichigo grips his sword.
Ichigo: "Yeah, that's me. And you are?"
Kenpachi chuckles, the sound more like a growl.
Kenpachi: "Tch, Ikkaku didn't tell you? I'm Zaraki Kenpachi. Captain of Squad 11. I'm here to fight you. To the death."
Yachiru: "Yaaay! Kenny's been excited all day!"
Ichigo's eyes narrow as he raises his sword.
Ichigo: "If that's what you want, then bring it!"
Kenpachi opens his arms wide, laughing wildly.
Kenpachi: "Don't hold back, kid! Go ahead and try your first strike!"
Ichigo charges forward with all his strength, his blade coming down hard on Kenpachi's shoulder—only to freeze in shock. The blade doesn't even pierce the skin.
Ichigo (shocked): "What…?!"
Kenpachi grins, delighted.
Kenpachi: "Disappointed? This is what a real fight feels like!"
The battle begins in full force. Ichigo launches blow after blow, but Kenpachi deflects or tanks every strike effortlessly. Blood trickles from Ichigo's forehead. He's getting battered, overwhelmed.
Kenpachi (taunting): "You'll never win if that's all you've got!"
Ichigo struggles to stand, panting. His legs tremble.
Ichigo (thinking): Damn it… is this… the limit of my strength…? No. I have to protect Rukia. I promised!
As Kenpachi charges, a sudden spiritual pressure surges from Ichigo. His eyes widen. His inner world flashes before him. His Zanpakutō spirit speaks.
Zangetsu: "Ichigo… if you want to protect, then stand. Grip me tight, and fight!"
Ichigo lets out a battle cry and blocks Kenpachi's next attack—then slashes back, slicing into his chest. Kenpachi pauses, shocked—and then grins wide as blood drips down his chest.
Kenpachi (laughing): "YES! Finally! A real fight!"
They exchange more devastating blows. Steel clashes. Spiritual pressure rips through the air. But Ichigo is wearing down fast. His stamina is dropping. Still—he doesn't back down.
One final charge. One final Getsuga Tenshō. A blinding flash of energy.
Both Ichigo and Kenpachi collapse, their blades embedded in the ground. Silence follows.
🧬 Uryū Ishida vs. Mayuri Kurotsuchi
Location: Squad 12 laboratory perimeter
Uryū and Orihime, dressed in Squad 12 uniforms, move cautiously. Suddenly, a chilling voice greets them.
Mayuri: "Welcome… Quincy."
Uryū's eyes narrow as he sees Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Captain of Squad 12, flanked by Nemu.
Mayuri: "I thought I smelled the scent of an ancient relic."
He raises a screen and shows a grainy photo.
Mayuri: "Recognize this man? I used him for one of my earlier experiments. Fascinating biology. His screams were… enlightening."
Uryū's face turns pale with fury. The photo is of his grandfather—Sōken Ishida, the man who raised and trained him.
Uryū (shaking with rage): "You… You're the one who did that to my grandfather?!"
Mayuri (grinning): "Indeed. He died beautifully."
Uryū: "I'll make you pay."
Uryū activates his Sanrei Glove-enhanced Quincy powers, a radiant blue bow forming in his hand. Mayuri smiles and releases his shikai—Ashisogi Jizō. The grotesque blade slithers out, ready to inject poison.
Mayuri: "Let's dissect each other, Quincy."
They clash. Uryū's arrows slice through Mayuri's attacks, but the Captain uses unpredictable toxins and traps. Nemu interferes; Uryū shoots her down without hesitation, shocking even Mayuri.
Uryū activates Ransōtengai, controlling his paralyzed limbs through reishi threads.
Uryū: "My body may be numb… but I'll keep fighting… with everything I have!"
Finally, he activates the forbidden technique—Letzt Stil. His bow transforms into a massive, glowing crossbow of pure light. His eyes glow blue. His power is overwhelming.
Uryū: "This ends now!"
He fires a devastating arrow that shatters Mayuri's Bankai, Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō, and blasts Mayuri into a pulp. But the cost is high—Uryū collapses, his Quincy powers fading away.
Uryū (panting): "Grandfather… I avenged you…"
Mayuri escapes by liquifying his body, vowing revenge.
Tension hung in the air like a fog. The captains stood in silence, the room heavy with unease. The shocking news of Captain Aizen's death had shaken Soul Society to its core. His body had been discovered pinned to a wall outside Squad 1's base — a practice sword driven clean through his heart, blood splattered in every direction. His lifeless body had been taken to Squad 4 for analysis, jointly investigated by Captain Unohana and Captain Soifon.
Now, after hours behind closed doors, Unohana and Soifon stepped into the hall to deliver their findings.
"Captain Aizen was killed with a practice sword," Unohana said calmly. "The time of death is estimated to be 13 hours ago."
The room remained deathly quiet as Soifon took a step forward.
"According to squad armory records, the missing training sword was issued to Squad 10," she said, her eyes sharp as daggers. "Which brings me to this… Captain Mohit, mind telling us where you were last night?"
Mohit looked up, his voice steady.
"In my squad's barracks."
Unohana's voice followed coolly.
"And where is the training sword that was registered to your division?"
Mohit's hand instinctively fell to the hilt of his zanpakutō.
"Why am I the one being questioned?"
"To make it clear," Soifon snapped, "you are under suspicion for the murder of Captain Aizen. Hand over your zanpakutō and come with me."
The air turned colder.
"Now, now," said Captain Shunsui, lazily fanning himself. "Arresting a captain based on circumstantial evidence? Isn't that a little hasty?"
"Stand down, Shunsui-taichō," Soifon said firmly, already preparing for combat.
Then came Gin, Komamura, and Tosen stepping forward.
"According to Central 46," Gin smirked, "if five captains support the motion, a captain can be placed under arrest."
Mohit's eyes narrowed.
"You really believe you can arrest me… just like that?"
"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Mohit," said Ukitake, stepping beside Shunsui. "We believe in your innocence, but you're not helping your case by resisting."
"I don't need to help a case built on lies," Mohit said.
Suddenly, Soifon vanished in a flash step, her blade aimed for his throat. But in a split-second, Mohit caught her ankle, twisted it like a branch — the sickening crack echoed through the courtyard. She screamed as she crashed into the ground.
Gin reacted immediately, thrusting Shinsō from behind — but Mohit vanished, using shunpo, disappearing into the shadows.
⚔️ Scene: The Pursuit and the Clash
In a quiet, deserted alley of the Seireitei, Mohit stood still — back against the wall, eyes calm, calculating.
Surrounding him were Soifon (injured but ready), Gin, Tosen, and Komamura — along with several Squad 2 members.
"There's nowhere left to run, Captain Mohit," growled Komamura, his giant hand tightening around his sword hilt.
"If you're truly innocent," said Soifon coldly, "then stop running and face judgment."
Without warning, she activated her Suzumebachi, her shikai blade flashing in the light. She lunged forward.
CLANG!
Her blade was stopped mid-air — Mohit had parried it effortlessly.
Komamura charged with brute force, but was too slow — Mohit spun and delivered a roundhouse kick that sent the giant sprawling, smashing into a nearby wall, cracking stone.
Gin and Tosen attacked together, blades striking from two sides — but Mohit deflected both with deadly precision, his sword style fluid and sharp, overwhelming them both.
Suddenly, Soifon reappeared, going for a sneak mark with Suzumebachi — but Mohit caught her wrist mid-strike and threw her across multiple buildings, her body crashing through rooftops in a line of destruction.
Enraged, Komamura activated his Shikai: Tenken — a massive spectral hand descended with a sword the size of a building.
"Now die, traitor!"
Gin and Tosen leapt out of the blast zone. The giant sword slammed down, but to everyone's shock, Mohit caught the massive blade with his zanpakutō — holding it with raw spiritual pressure.
Then Soifon appeared again, bloodied but determined. She struck and marked Mohit once with Suzumebachi.
"One more strike… and you die," she whispered.
Mohit looked at her coldly. Then, with no hesitation—
SLAASH!
He sliced off his own arm — the one marked.
Everyone gasped.
Blood splashed to the ground — but then, impossibly — spider silk began weaving itself, wrapping the wound and forming a new arm entirely, covered in chitinous armor and dark threads.
"Do you really think it's that easy," Mohit said with a dark smile, "to kill a student of Shunsui Kyōraku?"
Soifon stepped back, stunned.
"That's… impossible…"