"Why do you want to become a Shinigami?" Urahara Kisuke asked calmly, eyes hidden behind the brim of his striped hat. "If anything, wouldn't that complicate things for you—and your friend over there?"
Kisuke never charged into conflict recklessly. What made him formidable wasn't his strength—it was his mind. He didn't become the first Director of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute by brute force alone.
Su Xiuyu's request, though suspicious, hadn't come with hostility. That meant communication was still on the table. And after observing him carefully, Kisuke could confirm something else: this guy wasn't linked to Aizen. That alone made him less of a threat than expected.
Because Urahara Kisuke would never believe that Aizen Sosuke—a master manipulator—would bother using a spiritually null human as a pawn.
"Why?" Su Xiuyu repeated with a shrug. "Because I want to understand spirit particles. What spiritual pressure feels like. Becoming a Hollow is an option, sure... but it's dangerous. Most people would choose the safer path when given the choice."
It wasn't a lie.
Back in Kamar-Taj, Su Xiuyu had learned how to separate his soul from his body. But when he first tried that in Hueco Mundo, something was... off. His spirit had no chain of fate. No spiritual fluctuations. Nothing that marked him as part of the Bleach world's cosmic system.
He couldn't even sense spirit particles the way spiritually aware humans in this world could.
So he concluded it wasn't an issue of talent—it was an issue of compatibility. His presence in this world needed anchoring. His soul had to be converted into something this dimension could recognize.
Which led to his current request.
"I'm sorry," Kisuke said bluntly. "But I'll have to refuse. You're too suspicious. I can't help you."
Su Xiuyu sighed. "Too bad. You brought this on yourself."
"Harribel, teach him a lesson."
The mischievous glint in Su Xiuyu's eyes was unmistakable. It wasn't rage or vengeance—it was sheer mischief. A chance to humble the elusive clogs-and-hat man.
Before Kisuke could respond, Harribel vanished from view.
"Crap—Sonído?!" Kisuke barely managed to leap out of the way as Harribel's fist slammed into the sand behind him, creating a massive crater over twenty meters wide.
Though it was just a casual strike, the force was enough to shake the ground. Kisuke's green robe fluttered in tatters.
"So this is the speed of a Vasto Lorde…" he muttered. "Impressive."
She came at him again, fast and relentless, her movements cloaked in the swift hum of Sonído. Urahara dodged, barely managing to release his Zanpakutō in time.
"Cry, Benihime!"
A crimson slash tore through the air toward Harribel, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she reached out and crushed the blood-red energy with her bare hand.
Urahara's eyes widened. "She just crushed Benihime's attack like it was mist... This is a whole new level of threat."
They clashed—Harribel moving like a silent blade through the sea wind, Urahara darting across the sand with speed and grace. But even with all his skill and gadgets, Kisuke could only stay on the defensive.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the beach, Yoruichi remained in her cat form, weaving between Su Xiuyu's legs like an affectionate feline.
"What a beautiful black cat," Su Xiuyu said, feigning ignorance. He crouched down and gently scooped Yoruichi into his arms.
The cat purred—briefly.
Then, without warning, Su Xiuyu casually grabbed her two hind legs.
"Let's see… are you a boy or a girl?"
"MEOW!" Yoruichi yowled, clawing wildly at his face.
"You've got nerve, brat! You knew and still dared to mess with me?!"
Su Xiuyu dodged her flurry of swipes with a smirk. He was fast—unnaturally so. Her claws never even grazed him.
With a puff of spiritual pressure, the black cat erupted into light—and standing in its place was a tall, dark-skinned beauty in a skin-tight battle suit. Athletic, poised, and absolutely furious.
Yoruichi Shihoin.
But Su Xiuyu didn't flinch. In fact, he looked disappointed.
"Aww, you were wearing clothes? You weren't earlier. That's not very consistent, Miss."
"You're such a pervert!" Yoruichi snapped, her face red with embarrassment. She quickly crossed her long legs, trying to preserve what dignity remained.
"How dare you pull a cat's legs apart like that!"
Su Xiuyu just chuckled. "I was checking my pet's gender. Standard procedure."
Yoruichi lunged with a flying kick, her foot aiming squarely at his face.
Su Xiuyu arched backward in a smooth metal bridge, letting her foot whistle past just inches above him. He straightened calmly.
"That's the first time I've seen someone dodge my kick," Yoruichi growled.
"You'll get used to it. Honestly, you're fast—but not that fast."
That did it.
Yoruichi's pride flared. Her amber eyes narrowed.
"Keep talking like that and you'll find yourself waking up in Rukongai with your limbs bent in five directions."
Su Xiuyu just smiled.
"Only if you can land a hit. Or better yet... help me become a Shinigami."
Yoruichi responded with another lightning-fast kick, but this time, Su Xiuyu caught her ankle mid-air and spun, redirecting her momentum and tossing her backward across the sand.
She landed on her feet, graceful as ever, but clearly surprised.
"You left your body open during that spin," Su Xiuyu said evenly. "To a master, that's like flashing a target sign."
Yoruichi clenched her fists. "You... you're human. No Shinigami powers. No Hollow energy. No Quincy traits. And yet, you can fight me evenly?"
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"Who are you? With power like that, you can't possibly be just a human."
"As you can see, I'm as human as it gets," Su Xiuyu replied with a calm, almost amused expression. "Humans can be quite strong, you know. What about you? As my opponent, don't you think you should at least tell me your name?"
"Yoichi," the woman said sharply. Her eyes narrowed. "But don't expect me to go easy on you. From now on, I'll treat you as more than just a human."
With that, Yoruichi raised her palm, pointing directly at Su Xiuyu. Spiritual energy surged at her fingertips.
"Hadō #31: Shakkahō!"
A crimson ball of fire formed in her palm, roaring to life before hurtling straight toward her opponent.
Su Xiuyu didn't flinch.
"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"
Flames burst from his lips, spiraling like a burning serpent to meet the incoming spell. The two attacks collided midair with a brilliant explosion, canceling each other out.
A human wielding a monster's physique was unusual—but manageable. But casting a fire attack with power comparable to a Hadō without a trace of spiritual pressure? That shook Yoruichi to the core.
"If you had even a shred of spiritual pressure, I wouldn't be surprised," she muttered. "But this… this is something else."
Su Xiuyu tilted his head slightly. "Want to know how I did it? Make me a Shinigami, and I'll tell you everything. Otherwise, we're enemies. Why should I spill secrets to an enemy, Little Black Cat?"
"Tch. Then I'll just beat it out of you," Yoruichi snapped. "Hadō #63: Raikōhō!"
A brilliant surge of golden electricity burst from her fingertips.
"Wind Style: High Air Cannon!"
Su Xiuyu countered with a blast of compressed air. The two attacks slammed into each other, causing the air around them to crackle and tremble. Though Raikōhō had the advantage in raw power, Yoruichi had skipped the chant, weakening it significantly. Meanwhile, Su Xiuyu, already operating at a Six Paths-level mastery, barely had to exert himself to fire off mid-level ninjutsu.
Yoruichi's brows furrowed. Her attacks weren't landing—at least not decisively. She knew her limit in Kidō was around Hadō #63. She could attempt a full chant to increase the damage output, but it would slow her down, and against someone like Su Xiuyu, that would be fatal. Her strength was in speed and melee. And speed, unlike Kidō, could kill in a flash.
"Watch the leg!" she shouted, suddenly lunging forward with a blindingly fast kick.
But before her strike could land, something shimmered in the corner of her eye—multiple wooden shuriken spinning toward her.
Su Xiuyu had used his wood-style cutting technique to conjure improvised projectiles, blocking Yoruichi's hidden weapon strike midair. He hadn't used shuriken in years, and didn't even carry them anymore—yet still countered her trap perfectly.
Yoruichi vanished with shunpo, reappearing behind Su Xiuyu in an attempt to strike from the rear. But before she could connect, two arms sprouted from his back and caught her by the wrists.
Boom!
A brutal punch landed in her abdomen, sending her crashing into the sand below with a muffled grunt.
She quickly retreated, blinking a few meters away using shunpo. The pain in her gut lingered—but it wasn't crippling. Deliberate restraint. She could feel it. He had held back just enough to avoid serious injury.
"How the hell did a human grow two extra arms? What are you?" she gasped.
"I told you," Su Xiuyu said, his smirk unshaken, "I'm a proper human. Maybe your understanding of humanity just needs an update. I'm not the only one like this."
In truth, he was referring to the power his clones possessed.
"Enough dodging," he warned, his tone darkening. "Your turn to defend."
From his shoulder, something began to shift and grow—mechanical plating sliding into place, clicking, hissing. Within seconds, a laser cannon extended from his body, charging with a glowing white light at the muzzle.
Yoruichi's eyes widened. "What in the world… Is that a shoulder-mounted laser cannon?! What kind of Zenith-level tech is this?!"
The air changed. The laser cannon discharged with a thunderous beam. For an instant, it was as if the sun itself had dimmed—day turned to night, swallowed by the blinding white light.
"Blood Shield!"
A flash of red intercepted the beam. Kisuke Urahara, locked in combat with Harribel just seconds ago, had teleported in and activated the defensive ability of his Zanpakutō, Benihime. The crimson mist solidified into a barrier, absorbing the cannon's impact.
But even as relief washed over them, the cannon began charging again.
"What—he's reloading? Already?"
Su Xiuyu raised his left arm, revealing rows of embedded micro-missiles. With a flick of his wrist, they shot forward, each one gleaming with biological fluid and lethal intent.
"Stand down, Harribel," Su Xiuyu called out coolly. "Let me have some fun. It's not every day I get to play with two captains."
The assault began in earnest. Laser fire rained down. Missiles spiraled through the air in coordinated strikes. Urahara's Blood Shield flickered under the relentless barrage, while Yoruichi had to rely on sheer reflex and shunpo to avoid being overwhelmed.
Kisuke panted. "Either I'm getting old… or the world's gone mad. Are we fighting a cyborg?"
Yoruichi grit her teeth. "Cyborg? That thing regenerates missiles, and that laser hasn't stopped firing. That's not tech—that's a freak of nature!"
"If we keep using spiritual pressure like this," Kisuke warned, "we'll attract attention from Soul Society. And let's face it—we're not even sure we can beat him like this."
"No choice then," Yoruichi muttered. Her pride refused to back down.
"Shunkō: Raijin Senkei!"
Ghost energy surged from her back and shoulders, compressing into dense armor around her limbs. In an instant, her speed skyrocketed.
"Su Xiuyu!" she roared, vanishing into a streak of white light.
A sonic boom cracked the sky. She collided with him, a thunderclap following the impact. The force of their clash sent shockwaves across the coastline. Even the nearby marine life dove for cover.
But as she pulled back to strike again, she froze.
Su Xiuyu's hair was bristling with static. Lightning surged around his body—an improvised mimicry of the Raikage's Lightning Release Chakra Mode. His body didn't change physically—he wasn't shirtless or hulking like the original—but his speed and defense had clearly risen to a whole new level.
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