Bleach: The Shinigami Who Inherited Hashirama

While Isshin was still sensing from afar—

Bai Chen had already arrived from the outskirts.

His tall figure in Shihakushō flickered across rooftop after rooftop, closing the distance like a black shadow cutting through the rain.

And the moment he saw the battlefield clearly—

his eyes narrowed.

"The fight only started… and Isshin is already in this state?"

Isshin's Shihakushō and captain haori were shredded in dozens of places, blood seeping through the torn fabric. The scene was brutal enough that Bai Chen's first reaction wasn't confidence—

it was surprise.

Because in Bai Chen's memory, White was terrifying, yes… but not to the point of this kind of one-sided suppression.

So the conclusion formed instantly:

"Aizen… you strengthened White even further because of me."

His mind raced.

And then another thought struck even colder:

Since White was here and had openly clashed with a captain—

Aizen wouldn't be far.

Bai Chen's fingers twitched.

He opened the Three-Tomoe Sharingan.

The red iris deepened. Black tomoe spun.

His vision expanded—not just seeing shapes, but seeing intent.

He swept the rain-soaked darkness—

…and found them.

Three faint, carefully concealed presences, hidden a few hundred meters behind Isshin, masked by the rain curtain like predators crouched in tall grass.

Aizen.

Gin.

Tōsen.

Bai Chen's gaze sharpened into something lethal.

"So you really showed up to watch in person… and wait to backstab."

If Bai Chen had been late—

Isshin would have been exhausted, forced into a desperate Bankai attempt, and then—

a clean strike from the shadows.

That was their specialty.

But now?

With the Sharingan active—

their concealment was meaningless.

Every movement, every breath, every intent line was exposed.

And Bai Chen's thoughts turned dangerous.

"Fine."

"If you try to backstab… I'll repay it with interest."

Rain Curtain — The Three Watchers

In the rain, Aizen's group spoke quietly.

Gin's eyes were narrowed into slits, smiling like a blade.

"Our luck is ridiculous, Captain Aizen."

"We just arrived and already got a bonus target—Isshin."

"I was about to move…"

"…and then Bai Chen appeared."

His hand rested on his sword hilt under his sleeve.

If Bai Chen hadn't arrived when he did—

Kamishini no Yari would've already pierced Isshin's back.

Aizen's tone was calm, dismissive.

"Isshin showing up is an accident."

"And the earlier exchange already proved White's performance is exactly what we expected."

He shifted his gaze past the fight—locking onto Bai Chen instead.

"The real show begins now."

"Bai Chen is the true target."

Gin smirked, pretending innocence while stirring the pot.

"But once Bai Chen joins… won't it become two-on-one?"

"Should we worry White gets killed too fast?"

Aizen didn't even blink.

"You're overthinking it, Gin."

"With Bai Chen's personality and power… Isshin will only hold him back."

Then Aizen stated it like a prediction carved into stone:

"This will become a one-on-one."

"Bai Chen versus White."

Front Line — The Handoff

Bai Chen flashed to Isshin's side.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, facing White in the rain.

Isshin's fear visibly evaporated.

"Bai Chen… you finally came!"

"And seriously—what the hell did you do out there in the outskirts?! That explosion was insane!"

Bai Chen didn't even turn his head.

"Nothing much."

"Just ran into some… old familiar faces from Soul Society."

Isshin's eyes widened.

"Old faces?"

"You mean—those kinds of people?!"

He was about to ask more—

when White suddenly snapped.

"ROOOAR—!!"

The roar wasn't just sound.

With Aizen's reinforcement, White's reiatsu turned it into a physical shockwave.

Rain droplets burst apart midair.

Even the heavy cloud layer above trembled as if cracked by the scream.

Isshin flinched, clamping a hand to his ear instinctively.

Then he did something smart for once:

He retreated.

He didn't argue. Didn't insist on helping.

He knew he was injured and would become deadweight.

He moved to the sidelines with the stationed Shinigami, giving Bai Chen the battlefield.

Rebound

White lowered its body and launched forward.

A black blur.

Arm-blades swinging down in a savage execution strike.

Bai Chen's eyes tracked it calmly.

"Charging before understanding the enemy's ability…"

"Same mistake as always."

He raised one arm and reached back—

and in a motion almost casual—

drew the Flame Fan from behind.

The giant fan came up like a shield.

White's blade crashed down.

CLANG!!!

Sparks exploded.

The blade carved only a shallow groove into the fan's surface.

White recoiled, ready to chain the next strike—

and Bai Chen's mouth curved into a cold smile.

"Hōka—Rebound."

The Flame Fan's interior lit up with a condensed glow.

Like a mirror reflecting violence itself—

it absorbed the impact's slash-force and reiatsu momentum—

and then released it in the opposite direction.

BOOOOM—!!

A fire-red burst detonated outward.

White—who minutes ago had been driving Isshin into despair—

was blasted away like a cannonball.

Its body spun through the rain and slammed hard into the distance.

Silence… Then Shock

For a heartbeat, the battlefield went dead quiet.

Isshin on the sidelines stared with his jaw half-dropped.

The stationed Shinigami froze, eyes wide, like they'd just watched a legend overwrite reality.

And in the rain curtain—

Aizen's trio's expressions sank instantly.

Because they'd spent years cultivating White.

Enhancing it.

Perfecting it.

And the moment it faced Bai Chen—

it looked…

unacceptably weak.

That wasn't just a setback.

To Aizen, it was an insult to the experiment.

And now the question hanging in the air was terrifyingly simple:

If Bai Chen can fling White away with one rebound…

what happens when Bai Chen decides to massacre it for real?

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