Even under the moonlight, Seireitei was never truly quiet. Rumors spread like wind—sharp, whispering things that slipped between barracks, training grounds, and mess halls.Most vanished like smoke.But some… stuck."Did you hear? Mohit's Bankai summons the ghosts of fallen captains.""No, no, he rips time open and traps his enemies in it.""My uncle in Squad 9 said he saw a prisoner go mad during the test. Screamed about being pulled into the void.""Well, I heard Urahara turns his enemies inside out with his Bankai. Just flips 'em like they're made of paper."
The truth, of course, remained sealed.Per both captains' request, the Central 46 had formally declared their Bankai details as Classified: Level 1 Security. No scrolls, no public record, no academy lectures. Only the captains who witnessed the tests knew the reality—and they weren't talking."All details of your Bankai demonstration and report will remain locked under central archive seals, per Article 112-A. Is that acceptable?" said one of the elder officials of the Central 46, sitting behind his towering scroll-covered desk.Mohit stood still, nodding once."Fine. As per your request," the elder confirmed, "your Bankai shall remain a secret to the Gotei… and the world."Mohit exhaled quietly.
"If it was published," he thought grimly, "I'd lose the one advantage I have if Aizen ever moves."
Underground Facility – Sector 10: Unmarked Bunker
A narrow, stone passage led deep underground. Barely anyone knew it existed—just an old service route long abandoned by the 2nd Division, now repurposed for something else entirely.The air was heavy. Dark spiritual energy clung to the walls.
In the dim flicker of blue light, a small ritual circle pulsed faintly with energy. At its center, a glass sphere no larger than a child's fist: the incomplete HōgyokuAizen stood calmly before it, a half-burned incantation scroll in one hand. Across from him, Gin Ichimaru leaned lazily against the far wall, arms tucked into his sleeves. Kaname Tōsen stood in silent observation, his head tilted slightly, listening.
"Have you heard the rumors?" Gin asked casually, his voice echoing in the quiet. "About Mohit and Urahara?"
Aizen's hand didn't stop moving as he drew the next sigil in the circle. "I've heard fragments. Fantasies. Nothing substantial."
"I asked Shinji-taichō myself," Aizen added after a pause. "He looked me straight in the eye and said: 'It doesn't concern you, Aizen.'"
Gin whistled softly. "That's unlike him."
Tōsen finally spoke. "A wall of secrecy usually means one of two things. Either the Bankai is unstable… or it's dangerous enough to shift balance. You think this lack of information could become a problem?"
Aizen paused, then slowly lowered his hand.He turned toward them, expression unreadable in the low blue light. "Yes," he said quietly. "Not because of the Bankai itself… but because we don't know what it is. That makes it harder to prepare contingencies."
He stepped away from the circle, the half-formed Hōgyoku humming quietly behind him."Mohit, unlike Urahara, has no political ties. He didn't chase promotion. Didn't play the game. The moment someone like that chooses to act—"Tōsen nodded. "They act on conviction. Not ambition."
"Exactly," Aizen said. "Which makes them harder to manipulate."Gin chuckled, pushing off the wall. "You worried he'll sniff out your scent too early?"
Aizen didn't answer.
Instead, he picked up a second scroll—this one sealed with a black wax crest from Squad 10's medical ward. A copied record. Unauthorized, of course.
The scroll detailed post-Bankai fatigue symptoms.Severe spiritual drop. Muscle failure. Temporal disorientation. Reiatsu rot.
"Hmm…" Aizen murmured, eyes narrowing. "His power is still unstable. A double-edged blade. That buys us time.""But if he survives long enough to fully control it…" Tōsen started.
Aizen gently rolled the scroll shut."Then he becomes a threat. Not just to me… but to this entire structure."
Gin smiled, but there was a hint of ice under it. "Should we watch him?"
Aizen finally turned toward the glowing Hōgyoku once more."No. Let the captains celebrate their new additions. Let the people whisper stories. For now… Mohit is still a mystery."
He glanced over his shoulder."And you know what people fear the most?"Gin's smile widened."The unknown."
Aizen stood quietly, arms behind his back, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. Tōsen and Gin stood at attention, waiting for the silence to break.After what felt like an hour, Aizen finally spoke, his voice low but sharp."Gin."He opened one eye, lazy as ever. "Hmm?" I think you are right Why don't you look more into Captain Mohit?" Said aizen
At that, both Gin and Tōsen blinked in sync."I want you to observe him from afar," Aizen continued. "How does he operate… when does he train… how does he interact with his subordinates? And most importantly—how exactly does his Zanpakutō work? I want every single detail, no matter how small."Gin smirked, rubbing the back of his neck lazily. "That spider captain, huh… sure, I can play tag."
With that, the three silently split up, returning to their respective squads, melting back into the routine of Soul Society like shadows retreating before daylight.
Days Later – Squad 10 BarracksMohit had officially joined as the Captain of Squad 10. His lieutenant was none other than Isshin Shiba, a loud but loyal man, whose brash attitude balanced Mohit's sharp silence.The two respected each other.Isshin was a whirlwind of jokes and energy. Mohit—calm, methodical, and dangerously perceptive. The squad was stable. For now.
But Mohit… always had this nagging feeling. Something wasn't right.That static in the air.That tickle on the back of his neck.That faint sense that something… or someone was watching him.At first, he ignored it. But on the sixth day, his patience broke.That night, he stood in the center of Squad 10's open-air courtyard. The moon hung low, casting long shadows. His voice was calm."Scatter," he whispered.
The air trembled as his Shikai activated. In seconds, 1,000 spiders shot out from his body, silent as breath, gliding across walls, floors, ceilings. They hid in cracks, corners, lanterns, even inside the teacup shelf in the break room.
"Cover the entire base," Mohit commanded mentally. "Spread your threads. I want to feel every breath taken inside these walls."
For seven days, he kept it up. Every night, he meditated in the courtyard, seemingly doing nothing.But in truth, he was watching—through the vision of every spider.And that's when he saw it.
Gin Ichimaru, smiling fox that he was, sneaking in through the outer west wall under the cover of darkness. No reiatsu spike. No sound.
But the spiders caught him.
They watched every step. Every time he lingered around Mohit's office. Every time he stopped to eavesdrop on conversations near the lieutenant's quarters. Every time he scribbled in that little black notebook of his.
Mohit said nothing.
He let it continue and played along. A quiet hunter waiting for his prey to walk into the web.
On the seventh night, Gin returned. He thought the timing was perfect—Mohit, like always, was seated in the training ground, eyes closed, meditating.
Gin crouched on a rooftop, flipping open his notebook."Hmm… 'High sensory awareness… reacts to noise within a 50-meter radius… doesn't like sweet food… doesn't talk to lieutenant casually…'" he mumbled.
Then he started scribbling again."Bankai activation not used "
"You got my spelling wrong. Said Mohit