Bleach: The Template System Chose Me, The Forgotten Kuchiki

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The deep purple slash that Shiraha had launched moments ago, after narrowly missing Muguruma Kensei, continued its destructive arc, tearing through the arena. It obliterated hundreds of stone pillars—each more than ten meters long—before finally carving a deep rift several hundred meters wide across the battlefield. Only then did the energy dissipate, leaving a silence that hummed with residual power.

But Kensei was already on the move. Using Shunpo, he reappeared behind Shiraha like a phantom, dagger raised and intent clear in his eyes. With a sudden gust of wind at his back, he aimed a precise, ruthless thrust straight at Shiraha's heart.

Yet everything Muguruma Kensei did—every twitch of muscle, every shift in reishi—had already been perceived by Shiraha's Observation Haki. In that split second, Shiraha turned calmly, wrapped his right hand in Armament Haki, and caught the blade with his bare palm.

A metallic clang rang out, bright sparks bursting at the point of contact like fireflies. Kensei's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? He... grabbed my Zanpakutō—barehanded?"

The Visored watching from the sidelines were equally stunned.

"Did he just catch Kensei's Zanpakutō with his hand? What the hell kind of physical strength is that?"

"Is this his Zanpakutō ability?"

"He's a rookie captain, right? Is this guy even human?"

The murmurs rose among the Visored. Even they, who had fought against the likes of Aizen and lived through exile, couldn't hide their surprise. Yoruichi, too, raised an eyebrow.

"Brother Shiraha's physical strength... it's on par with that monster Zaraki Kenpachi," she muttered with a grin.

With a growl of frustration, Kensei activated his Zanpakutō's power. "Explode—Tachikaze!"

A sharp pulse of blue reiryoku burst from the dagger in his hand, breaking Shiraha's grip and flinging him backward. Without pausing, Kensei vanished with Shunpo, reappearing several dozen meters away, breath ragged but eyes defiant.

"Is this the strength of your Visored Corps, Senior Kensei? That's... disappointing," Shiraha said with a casual smile, his tone tinged with mockery.

Though his voice remained composed, Shiraha could already feel the full measure of his opponent. Kensei's Shikai—even in its explosive form—didn't measure up to Komamura Sajin's overwhelming power. And Shiraha had defeated Komamura in a single exchange. Compared to that, fighting Kensei felt like a warm-up.

"You bastard! Don't underestimate me!"

Kensei's roar echoed through the underground arena, but Shiraha was already moving, his voice calm and controlled. "Then allow me to show you the difference between us."

He raised his hand and invoked the ability.

"Forty times gravity."

The atmosphere warped, and without warning, Muguruma Kensei's entire body was crushed by an invisible force. It felt like a mountain had slammed into his shoulders. With a guttural grunt, he was driven to his knees, the weight of Shiraha's gravity pinning him down. No matter how much Reiatsu Kensei poured into resisting it, the pressure was too immense.

Still in Shikai, Kensei couldn't even move.

His vision blurred as blood vessels strained, his breath shallow. His Zanpakutō slipped from his fingers, clattering against the cracked stone beneath him. His muscles trembled under the unnatural weight, and then, with a sickening crunch—

Ka-ka-ka!

Cracks split across his skin as blood began to seep from newly formed wounds. Under the unbearable pressure, his bones began to creak and fracture. The platform beneath him gave way, collapsing into a massive crater nearly thirty meters deep. Kensei's body was swallowed by it, vanishing into the gaping pit like a broken statue.

Even the other Visored—standing at a distance—weren't spared. The moment Shiraha activated his gravity field, the pressure reached them too. All of them were forced to unleash their Reiatsu in full and release Shikai. Then, one by one, they donned their Hollow masks, accessing their Hollowfication just to resist the crushing weight pressing down on them.

Only Yoruichi remained unaffected.

Shiraha had excluded her from the field by design, letting the others feel the weight of his power without endangering the fragile structure of the Human World. He had ensured that the surrounding terrain was untouched by the gravity field to prevent a collapse of the entire arena.

"Well, you have a conscience at least," Yoruichi said lightly, tilting her head. "Still… you didn't even use a release command. Don't tell me you've already achieved Bankai?"

She narrowed her eyes, recalling the information Urahara Kisuke had shared about Shiraha—about the Turn God Body, a technique that allowed its user to master Bankai at unprecedented speed. Yoruichi couldn't help but wonder if Shiraha had already crossed that threshold.

Meanwhile, Hiyori, panting behind her Hollow mask, stared at Shiraha in disbelief. "Why the hell is his Zanpakutō ability so strong?"

All around her, the other Visored stood under the oppressive weight of Shiraha's power, each one Hollowfied and struggling to remain upright.

"Just that… from Shikai alone?" Hirako Shinji muttered. "That's not a captain… That's a monster."

Their expressions were identical—shock, disbelief, and just the faintest trace of fear.

Then, from the pit, came a roar.

"Bankai—Iron Fist: Broken Wind!"

A burst of hurricane-force Reiatsu surged upward as a figure emerged from the debris. Wrapped in bands of spiritual armor that connected from his arms to his back, Muguruma Kensei rose, holding a toothed blade in each hand. His Bankai form had arrived—winds howling around him, spiritual pressure tearing at the very air.

But Shiraha remained still, watching with his Observation Haki.

"Oh? So you've activated Bankai now, Senior Kensei?" His voice was amused, but not surprised. "But… without Hollowfication, you still won't be my match."

From what Shiraha sensed, Kensei's Reiatsu, even in Bankai, still didn't reach the level of Komamura Sajin. He might be able to endure Shiraha's gravity now—but that was all.

Kensei charged forward, twin blades tearing up the ground in his wake, hurricanes spinning from each step. The wind that trailed behind him was like a storm given form, slicing through everything it touched.

But Shiraha didn't move.

"If that's how you want it," Shiraha murmured. "Then I'll use just a bit more force."

His fingers curled slightly.

"Fifty times gravity."

Once again, the air buckled.

And Muguruma Kensei, mid-charge, suddenly collapsed under the weight of a force that even his Bankai-enhanced body couldn't handle.

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