In an abandoned building on the outskirts of Karakura Town, the Vizards gathered around an old wooden table, quietly eating from their bentos. The air was casual, unhurried until the atmosphere shifted.
Hirako Shinji's chopsticks paused midair. His smile faded as a heavy, distorted surge of Reiatsu spread through the city, so dense and erratic that even the walls seemed to tremble. It was unmistakable Hollow energy. But this one was different, sharper, stronger.
One by one, the others stopped eating and turned toward the direction of the Urahara Shop.
"Hey, Baldy, you feel that too?" Hiyori said, setting her bento down, her brows knitting in irritation.
"Oi, how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me bald!" Shinji snapped.
"You are bald," she shot back, driving her foot into his face before he could reply. Shinji staggered back, rubbing his nose, muttering curses under his breath.
Still, the faint smirk didn't return. "No mistake," he said after a moment, his tone sharpening. "That's Hollow power. It's coming straight from Urahara's place."
Kensei folded his arms. "You want to check it out?"
Shinji shook his head. "No need. With Urahara there, nothing's getting out of hand. But…" A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe we're about to get a new member."
His words drew curious glances from the rest.
"Our little Vizard family hasn't had any fresh blood in a long time," he continued. "If this one survives, he might just fit right in."
Kuna Mashiro, dressed in her tight suit and green scarf, perked up with childlike excitement. "A new member? I hope he's cool-looking! Maybe someone who can pull off a mask like mine."
Lisa, calmly flipping through her manga, rolled her eyes. "With that attitude, Mashiro, you'll scare him off before he even says hi."
"Tch! You're the scary one!" Mashiro huffed, turning away.
But Shinji's easy tone faded as his gaze darkened. "That power… it's unstable. If it's who I think it is, this could get ugly fast."
Beneath the streets, in the underground training hall of the Urahara Shop, the air roared with colliding Reiatsu. Urahara Kisuke stood several meters away, his Zanpakutō drawn, his striped hat tilted low. Opposite him, Kurosaki Ichigo panted heavily, the black blade of Tensa Zangetsu trembling in his grip.
But half of Ichigo's face was no longer human. A white mask streaked with crimson marks covered his right side, and his eyes had turned into the unmistakable black-and-gold of a Hollow. Reiatsu poured off him in thick waves dark, distorted, and violent more like a beast than a Shinigami.
After Shiraha had left for the Soul Society to pursue Kariya, Ichigo had returned to Urahara, demanding more training. In just a day, under relentless combat drills, he had refined his Bankai to near perfection. But something else had awakened within him the Hollow inside.
"You're weak, Ichigo," the Hollow sneered through Ichigo's own mouth, his grin cruel and mocking. "Your bones are cracking, your heart's shaking. Pathetic. Let me show you what real power looks like."
He raised Tensa Zangetsu, the blade humming with suffocating pressure. "Crescent Moon Getsuga!"
A black arc of energy tore through the air, exploding against the far wall in a thunderous shockwave.
Urahara's form flickered from sight, reappearing tens of meters away. His hat tipped slightly as he smiled faintly. "So you're the Hollow inside Kurosaki-kun, huh? Terrifying, indeed."
He already understood what he was facing. This wasn't Ichigo not anymore. It was the darkness within him, now in full control.
From a safe distance, Inoue Orihime, Ishida Uryū, Renji, and Sado Yasutora watched with alarm.
"Yoruichi-san, what's happening to Ichigo?" Renji asked, gripping his Zanpakutō. "His Reiatsu it's completely different!"
Yoruichi, in her black cat form, landed lightly on a rock beside them, her tail twitching. "You're not wrong. That's the Hollow inside him. He's lost control."
Orihime's eyes widened in panic. "Then then how do we help him?"
"The method's simple," Yoruichi replied gravely. "Break the mask. Once it's shattered, Ichigo's control will return."
Simple in words, impossible in practice.
Ichigo's Bankai form alone was already overwhelming. Now, with Hollow energy amplifying him, even Kisuke had to stay cautious. The air itself crackled under the collision of powers.
"If only Mr. Shiraha were here…" Orihime whispered, her hands clasped nervously.
As if her words had summoned him, a faint hum filled the air. Behind Yoruichi, space rippled and Shiraha stepped out of it. His hand reached forward casually, pinching Yoruichi's ear between two fingers.
"Calling for me already?" he asked, a faint smile curving his lips.
Yoruichi didn't struggle. "Brother Shiraha, you finished things in the Soul Society?"
"Dealt with," Shiraha said simply. His tone was calm, but the faint flicker in his icy-blue eyes hinted he already knew what was happening.
"Captain Shiraha!" Renji called out in relief, bowing deeply. "Please Ichigo's lost control! We can't stop him!"
Shiraha's gaze drifted toward the raging figure across the field. His voice dropped to a quiet murmur. "A Hollow with consciousness… So it's finally showing itself. The white one inside Kurosaki Ichigo."
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