Bleach: The Shinigami Who Inherited Hashirama

"What's going on?!"

"Why is this happening—he can actually manipulate Sakanade's ability?!"

"How the hell did Bai Chen do it?!"

"How are we supposed to break out of this chaos?!"

The Visored captains—who had already retreated to what they thought was a safe distance, cheering from the sidelines—were instantly dragged into disorder by the sudden genjutsu-like hypnosis.

Even though every one of them was a century-old captain-class powerhouse, the moment their vision and perception collapsed into confusion, their mental state snapped.

They panicked.

They froze.

They flailed.

And right then—

Mashiro Kuna's scream yanked everyone's attention back to Bai Chen.

She pointed at his face, voice trembling as she shrieked:

"Look!!!"

"Bai Chen's eyes… turned blood-red!!"

"It's that gaze—!"

"It's the power coming from those eyes that's throwing all of us into chaos!"

The Visoreds all snapped their heads toward him.

They locked onto the three-tomoe Sharingan—

the blood-red irises, the shadowed eye-sockets, the three black tomoe rotating slowly.

And the moment they felt that crushing ocular pressure spreading outward…

they became even more terrified.

Their thoughts fractured.

Their scalps went numb.

"What are those eyes?!"

"Is it one of his Zanpakutō's abilities?!"

"Our senses are scrambled because of his eyes—right?!"

Even Kensei Muguruma—normally the most hot-blooded and fearless—felt his muscular frame subtly tremble.

Because he had never heard of anything like this.

Across all generations of the Gotei 13, there was no such concept as a Zanpakutō tied to "eyes."

No "dōjutsu."

No ocular techniques.

And yet Bai Chen was doing it.

No release command.

No incantation.

Just reiatsu and sight—

and the enemy's perception was hijacked silently.

"That's insane…"

"That blood-red gaze is more terrifying than a Zanpakutō."

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi murmured, eyes shining with a mix of awe and artistic admiration—as if he'd witnessed a perfect, horrifying masterpiece.

At his side, Love Aikawa spoke with a heavy, shaken tone:

"I'm starting to feel like…"

"Bai Chen is even harder to deal with than Aizen."

"Aizen's Kyōka Suigetsu still needs you to see its Shikai once."

"But against Bai Chen… are you supposed to fight with your eyes closed forever?"

"That dōjutsu—copying Sakanade's inversion… remotely manipulating perception…"

"It's not inferior to Kyōka Suigetsu's five-senses control at all."

Even while saying it, Love's body stayed rigid—because his senses were still unstable.

If he moved carelessly, he might slash a teammate by mistake.

Still…

even with morale collapsing, someone tried to fight back.

Lisa Yadōmaru pushed her glasses up and shouted:

"Everyone, listen!"

"You can all feel it—his ocular power scales with his reiatsu!"

"So if it's a reiatsu-based control—"

"Then we can break it!"

"Hollowfication!"

"If we enter Hollowfication and our spiritual pressure surges…"

"…we might be able to shake off his illusion control!"

That single line—

instantly reignited the group.

"Right!"

"How did we forget?!"

"If his Zanpakutō got countered…"

"then our Hollowfication can't be useless too!"

Decision made.

The Visored captains raised their hands—palms crossing their faces in perfect synchronization.

Dark crimson reiatsu surged like a tide.

And in seconds—

white bone masks formed across their faces, each with different patterns.

A collective Hollowfication.

Bai Chen watched calmly.

Then he smiled.

"Group Hollowfication?"

"Good."

"That's exactly what I wanted to see."

His eyes swept across the eight masks—memorizing every groove, every crack-like marking.

His battle intent rose.

And then—

he did something that made them feel both relieved and insulted at the same time.

Whoosh.

Bai Chen withdrew his ocular pressure.

He closed the three-tomoe Sharingan.

He stopped imposing illusion control.

The instant his eyes returned to normal—

the Visoreds' senses stabilized.

Their "method" hadn't worked.

It wasn't Hollowfication that broke the hypnosis.

It was Bai Chen… releasing it.

Shinji, who had finally pulled back to his teammates after breaking free, demanded in a hoarse, agitated voice:

"Bai Chen… why did you do that?"

"We Hollowfied. We're far stronger now."

"At a time like this, shouldn't you be using that dōjutsu to keep suppressing us?"

His mask hid his expression, but the frustration and suspicion in his tone were unmistakable.

Was Bai Chen afraid of Hollowfication?

Was he backing off?

It didn't make sense.

Bai Chen had held overwhelming advantages from the start.

Reiatsu pressure.

Ocular pressure.

Presence alone.

He had no reason to "show mercy."

Bai Chen met Shinji's gaze and smiled faintly.

"Confused?"

"Don't worry."

"I'm not setting a trap."

"I'm just making what comes next…"

"…a little fairer."

Those words slammed into the Visoreds like lightning.

"—What?!"

"A Hollowfication duel?!"

"You mean…"

"You can Hollowfy too?!"

Shock exploded across the entire group.

Their pride—Hollowfication, the one power they clung to as their identity—

was suddenly being claimed by the enemy they wanted to crush.

Their morale plunged straight into the abyss.

And then—

the real psychological удар landed.

Bai Chen raised his hands and brought them together.

No warning.

No chant.

No prep.

He entered Sage Mode with a single, effortless shift.

Deep red sage markings appeared across his face.

And the moment that change completed—

the Visoreds' emotions didn't just sink.

They collapsed.

Because whatever Bai Chen had just become…

felt like something that didn't belong to the boundary between Shinigami and Hollow at all.

It felt like a higher "life-level"—

a transformation that could keep evolving…

without limits.

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