Bleach: The Shinigami’s Zanpakutō That Unleashed Bankai On Its Own

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Your Zanpakutō is excited after slaying a powerful enemy. Reiatsu surges. Shikai power increased by 50%.

To grow stronger by cutting down formidable enemies—this was already an unspoken truth for Moyu.

The forest stood silent.

After annihilating the Menos Grande, Moyu pressed deeper into the woods. Inside his mind, threads of suspicion wound tighter and tighter.

Was it his performance during the Calligraphy Test?

Or his status as a Kuchiki?

Aizen had been watching him from the beginning.

From the Fifth Division's invitation to the "accidental" soul burial. From the spider-like Menos in Rukongai to this failed Hollowfication incident—each event felt too precise to be coincidence.

Each one a calculated probe.

It said more than words could.

"I have to admit... Aizen's understanding of human nature," Moyu murmured, a shadow drifting across his face, "...is truly terrifying."

As he stepped further in, the silence grew heavier, pressing like unseen hands. Shadows clung to his robes.

"Hadō #31, Shakkahō."

Crimson flared in his palm, breaking the darkness with a pulse of heat and light. Yet the landscape revealed was no different than before—untouched, dense, and eerily calm.

"I never imagined Sister Unohana would be caught in a situation that required worry," he muttered as he moved. "She's not someone who would simply die."

"There are no signs of battle."

"In the entire Soul Society, there's no one capable of killing her without a trace."

"The only possibility... is a place that suppresses Reiatsu."

Half an hour passed.

Then, without warning, a violent surge of Reiatsu exploded into the air, slicing through the sky like a beam of killing intent.

Wild, untamed, bloodlust dripping from every pulse.

Moyu looked up, voice low.

"Only the First Kenpachi could possess that kind of aura."

He vanished with a flash of Shunpo.

A breath later, he landed quietly at the base of that towering Reiatsu column, eyes fixed on a figure stepping calmly from a Kidō-sealed barrier.

"Truly bothersome," said Unohana Retsu, her voice gentle despite the violent pressure still hanging around her.

"I was careless and stepped into a Kidō seal."

She turned, her expression softening slightly when she saw him.

The deadly pressure eased. The surge of Reiatsu faded.

"But to see you arrive, Mr. Moyu..." she said softly, "my heart is... grateful."

Their time in the Fourth Division—the shared sword practice, the quiet moments between assignments—had stirred something in her. Something warm, something unsettling.

To Moyu, it felt... too much.

A kind of quiet attachment.

Unwavering warmth. Unreserved devotion.

"Heh..." Moyu smiled, polite and measured. "As a squadmate, it's natural to look for our captain."

"You don't need to thank me, Captain."

Unohana nodded, long hair falling across her shoulders as her composure returned.

"I came here to collect medicinal herbs."

"But deep in the forest, I encountered a strange Menos Grande."

Her voice grew sharper.

"Its Reiatsu... a fusion of Hollow and Shinigami. Extremely powerful. But utterly mindless. Like something was controlling it."

"I tracked it," she continued, "but ended up caught behind that Kidō barrier."

Moyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her words fit too neatly into the pattern he'd begun tracing.

To anyone else, these might pass as isolated incidents.

But Moyu had seen the outline. The system behind the chaos.

For someone who understood Aizen's methods, this wasn't randomness. It was a web.

And somewhere beneath that striped hat, another mind had likely come to the same conclusion.

Urahara Kisuke.

A genius masquerading as a shopkeeper.

Physically unremarkable, but information? Information was his weapon.

And no one knew Aizen better.

"Mr. Moyu," Unohana said, drawing him from thought. "Did you encounter any Menos Grandes on the way in?"

He smiled lightly and lifted his gaze.

"It's been handled."

"The opponent was strong," he added.

Unohana's brow lifted faintly.

She understood. That Menos had at least Captain-class power.

Yet Moyu had dispatched it effortlessly. His uniform didn't bear a single tear.

That alone spoke volumes.

"Mr. Moyu's strength..." she said with a quiet smile, tilting her head, "...is far more hidden than I expected."

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As the Fourth Division squad withdrew from the forest, two cloaked figures stepped silently into the clearing's edge.

"My, my... what a frightening child," one said with a Kyoto lilt, voice coated in mock amusement.

"To push Shikai alone to this level..."

"As expected of the Kuchiki bloodline."

The hood dropped, revealing slitted eyes beneath silver hair. Gin Ichimaru's smile gleamed—a crescent that never reached his eyes.

"That's not it, Gin," came a calm voice from beside him.

Aizen.

His tone was low, assured, emotionless.

"Moyu's strength has nothing to do with the Kuchiki name."

"He's different from anyone in Soul Society."

"Perhaps..."

"…his soul is exactly what I need."

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