Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō

In the vast, silver expanse of sand, Arrancars lay sprawled across the ground in disarray.

Of what was once a nearly twenty-strong squad, fewer than three remained standing. Terror was etched across their faces as all eyes turned toward the crest of a distant sand dune.

At the top sat a lone figure, draped in tattered black fabric, his gaze cast downward with an air of resignation and helplessness.

Beside him, a young girl clad in similar black rags peered down at the scene below with curiosity.

"Starrk, Starrk, look! Those guys... their masks seem just as incomplete as ours!"

She jabbed the man beside her sharply in the side with her elbow.

But Starrk didn't respond.

Unlike the fallen Arrancars, his attention was entirely fixed on the man walking lightly behind them.

That man was dressed in a black Shihakushō, draped with a flowing white Haori.

When the fabric shifted with the wind, the number "十一" (Eleven) could be faintly seen embroidered on its back.

His figure was tall and lean, standing as steadfast as a mountain peak.