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Among the seated captains, Komamura Sajin of the Seventh Division stood tall and silent. His entire head was hidden beneath an iron mask, concealing his lupine features, with only his eyes visible beneath the rim. His hands were gloved, his posture rigid, and his very presence seemed to hum with restrained tension—an odd figure even among the eccentric captains of the Gotei 13.

Beside him, Zaraki Kenpachi sat swathed in thick, bloodied bandages. Though the wounds from the day before still leaked fresh crimson beneath the cloth, his wide, toothy grin remained as fierce as ever. The one responsible for his current condition—Kuchiki Shiraha—had just stepped into the chamber.

Facing the council of captains, Shiraha gave a noble bow, calm and composed. "Kuchiki Shiraha, Third Seat, reporting. I humbly greet the captains. I look forward to your guidance."

Zaraki let out a coarse laugh, voice booming through the chamber. "Kuchiki Shiraha! You're strong enough to be my opponent. Once I'm healed, we're fighting again! You'd better be ready!"

From the side, Ichimaru Gin leaned slightly toward Aizen, eyes curved in his usual fox-like grin. "Captain Aizen, this one's interesting. Strong too. Why not invite him to join our Fifth Division?"

Aizen's calm, deliberate gaze slid toward Shiraha. With a light push of his glasses, he smiled faintly. "You're right, Captain Ichimaru. He has impressive potential. I wouldn't mind having someone like him in our ranks."

"Hmph. Barbaric."

Byakuya Kuchiki's voice was cold, his tone laced with disdain as he glanced toward Zaraki.

"You say something, Byakuya Kuchiki?" Zaraki took a step forward, cracking his knuckles and eyeing Byakuya with open provocation.

The heavy thud of a staff against the ground echoed through the chamber.

Head-Captain Yamamoto Genryūsai opened his eyes, the weight of his Reiatsu palpable even in stillness. "Enough. We are not here for petty disputes. Today's meeting concerns Third Seat Kuchiki and the matter of his division placement."

His voice silenced the room immediately.

"Once he displays his abilities, he will be free to accept an invitation to the squad most appropriate to him," Yamamoto continued.

No one argued. No one questioned. When Genryūsai spoke, even captains fell silent.

He turned toward Shiraha, eyes sharp. "Third Seat Kuchiki. Demonstrate your strength."

Shiraha bowed his head in acknowledgment. "Understood, Head-Captain."

Every captain in attendance understood the purpose of this demonstration. Shiraha had attained the rank of Third Seat before even officially joining a division. Without a compelling show of power, such an advancement would be considered absurd—even insulting. Only Zaraki and Gin had seen a glimpse of his true strength, and the others now watched closely, their interest piqued.

The central chamber wasn't suitable for the demonstration, so they relocated to the First Division's training dojo, a massive arena used for internal captain-level sparring and military exercises.

Shiraha stood alone in the center of the arena, while the captains seated themselves on an elevated observation platform above.

"Captain Kuchiki," Shunsui Kyōraku said as he leaned toward Byakuya with a lazy grin, "your little brother's gotten a lot of attention lately. They say his Zanpakutō's ability is extraordinary. Old Man Lianshan speaks highly of him too."

Byakuya, his arms folded and gaze steady, replied without hesitation. "Shiraha's strength surpasses what you can imagine."

Kyōraku chuckled, intrigued. "So even you admit that? Now I'm curious to see what kind of storm he stirs."

He knew Byakuya well. For him to praise anyone—even family—meant that person wasn't just strong. They were dangerous.

A few feet away, Ichimaru Gin's grin widened as he leaned toward Jūshirō Ukitake. "Captain Jūshirō, don't you want to recruit him into your Thirteenth Division? He's powerful enough to be a great asset."

Ukitake coughed lightly before responding, his expression helpless but amused. "Come now, Gin. He's Byakuya's younger brother. If he chooses a division, it would naturally be the Sixth."

That was the unspoken consensus among many present. Shiraha, a direct Kuchiki, wouldn't likely join just any squad. Still, that didn't stop the captains from showing interest in him.

"I don't think he's planning to join the Sixth," Gin mused with a sly smile.

Unohana, captain of the Fourth Division, turned to Aizen with her calm, ever-gentle smile. "Captain Aizen, you seem quite taken with Third Seat Kuchiki. Will you extend him an invitation?"

"If someone of his caliber is willing to join the Fifth Division, we would gladly welcome him," Aizen replied, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Surely you're also interested, Captain Unohana?"

"I would be, but unfortunately, his Zanpakutō isn't of the healing type. A shame." She let her voice carry just enough regret to remain polite.

A sharp strike of Yamamoto's staff brought silence again. "Enough. Begin the demonstration. Third Seat Kuchiki, you may proceed."

All eyes fell on Shiraha.

He stepped forward, hand resting on the hilt of the stick-blade at his waist. Without ceremony, he unsheathed it in one smooth, quiet motion. At that moment, a surge of deep violet Reiatsu burst from his body, sweeping across the entire arena.

The pressure slammed into the dojo like a tidal wave. The stone beneath his feet groaned under the strain, and every beam of wood in the ceiling above creaked ominously. The high platform where the captains sat trembled violently, caught in the gravitational field radiating from him.

"Thirty times gravity," Shiraha said softly, the words barely more than a whisper—but they carried.

A crushing weight descended.

Cracks splintered through the floor like lightning. Walls buckled. Pillars bent and twisted under the force. In a single instant, the entire dojo teetered on the edge of collapse.

And then it broke.

With a roar like thunder, the entire structure was reduced to ruin. Even the platform couldn't withstand the pressure. It crumbled, crashing down in shattered fragments.

But the captains were faster.

With seamless precision, they vanished in bursts of Shunpo, avoiding the destruction entirely. Each one flared their Reiatsu to resist the gravity bearing down on them. Yamamoto alone remained unmoved, his spiritual pressure a fortress unto itself. The rest had to actively defend themselves.

Komamura Sajin and Kurotsuchi Mayuri were notably slower. Despite releasing their spiritual pressure, they struggled more than the others. Their feet sank into the earth, legs locked under the overwhelming weight.

Shiraha narrowed his eyes.

They hadn't even heard his release command.

"Kuchiki Shiraha!" Zaraki Kenpachi's voice rang out, tone sharp with irritation. "Yesterday, you gave me a real fight. Don't hold back now! Show them what you showed me!"

"He's right," Ichimaru Gin added, his tone light but watchful. "You weren't using your full strength yet, were you? Yesterday, your Zanpakutō's power was far beyond this."

Yamamoto's voice cut through the echoing destruction, still calm, still heavy. "Third Seat Kuchiki. Do not conceal your strength. The outcome of this demonstration will determine your future assignment."

Shiraha exhaled slowly, allowing his smile to return. "Captain, if I use my full power… I fear the destruction might be too much."

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