Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training.

Chapter 374: Miracle

The figure in the air crashed to the ground in a sorry state.

He pierced through the soil, burying his entire upper body, making it impossible to discern his appearance.

Such a sudden and unusual occurrence could not be ignored—the members of the inner court guards, who were patrolling and reinforcing the defenses, arrived at the scene very quickly.

They held their Zanpakuto in their hands, all showing wary expressions.

"What, what is this..."

Although the crisis warning has been lifted, it is definitely not time to let our guard down.

After all, the captain's order was still to maintain full alert.

"I don't know... Shall we contact the captain first?"

"Are you kidding me?! If we have to rely on the captain for everything, what are we team members even good for?"

The leader swallowed hard. He wasn't a high-ranking officer; he was just a lowly soldier in the team, not even a high-ranking officer.

But even so.

When it's time to stand up, you have to be brave!
He took a step forward, and as he drew his Zanpakuto, he shouted back in a similarly stern voice.

"Those who dare, come with me! Those who are scared, that's okay too, go contact the others and tell them to get here as soon as possible!"

"Chengzhi!"

Having just endured several rounds of fierce battles, the Soul Society is now 'battered and bruised,' but it is also at the height of its fighting spirit.

Even the lowest-ranking soldiers would display a courage that would draw attention at this moment.

However, just before they began their operation...

A figure landed in front of them, causing them to stop in their tracks.

“It’s good to have courage, but this is not a place for you… Get out of here.”

Captain Kyoraku Shunsui's sudden appearance left everyone, who had been encouraging each other, stunned.

Why would the Captain-Commander come to a place like this?

Don't wait to speak.

Several figures flashed by in quick succession, arriving at the location almost simultaneously.

They're all captain-level figures!

Even their 7th Division Captain, Komamura Sajin, was included in this group.

"You may all step back, and please disperse the crowd around you, and try to get as far away from this place as possible."

While completing this series of arrangements.

Others slowly gathered around as well.

The Hueco Mundo team, led by Stark, appeared calm, seemingly only curious about the outcome, which was why they had come here.

The remaining Quincy remnants, led by Litoto, looked at the disheveled figure in the middle of the field with complicated expressions.

Neither side spoke much; they simply gathered together spontaneously, as if waiting... to witness something, in silence.

Not long after.

The figure that had pierced diagonally into the soil began to tremble slightly.

His body bent slightly, and the soil around him began to melt like butter. As his figure gradually sank into it, everyone's expressions became serious.

Everyone knew that guy was about to stand up.

After a short rest...

Habach returned to the earth.

But at this moment, he was completely devoid of his usual spirited demeanor.

Habach's lips trembled slightly, his gaze unfocused, as if he had suffered some irreparable blow, to the point that even his expression became somewhat uncontrollable.

"How could...how could this have happened..."

The whispers, resembling those of a lonely old man, always seem unnaturally insane, bordering on madness.

This guy didn't even bother to heal the wound on his chest.

Seeing the blood gushing out, the remnants of the Quincy not far away couldn't help but shout, "Yohabach! Do you remember the evil things you've done?!"

"Is this the price you pay for abandoning us? This is your retribution!"

"Just die already! You lying, despicable bastard!"

……

what sound?
Where am I now?
Habach looked dazed, as memories of the past surfaced in his mind.

His own birth, the humiliation of being abandoned, the unwilling struggle... and the triumphant conquest.

Memories of all this flooded his mind like the tides, one after another, causing Yohabakh's gaze to become slightly fixed.

Is this... what they call a revolving lantern?
It is said that everyone sees this ethereal thing before they die.

Am I in this situation right now?

After a brief silence, Habach's lips tightened involuntarily.

He was no stranger to this kind of thing... After all, he had personally experienced a 'failure' a thousand years ago.

The wound inflicted by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni still aches faintly to this day. Logically, this should be a new starting point for him, a form of spurring him to keep moving forward.

But, but...

Why did things develop to this point?
What did I do wrong again? Shouldn't all of this be fate?
The fatalism brought about by omniscience and omnipotence made Habach even doubt the meaning of his own existence at this moment—if I am destined to fail, then what is the purpose of my birth into the world?
I……

What is the meaning of life?
The moment my thoughts settled.

A stone was thrown from somewhere and landed squarely in Habach's face.

bump!
The sound wasn't loud, but it was extremely insulting.

The tyrant, who should have been omniscient and omnipotent, was unable to evade this 'fatal blow'.

He staggered a few steps at that moment.

His dazed expression was mixed with even more complex emotions, like a spilled spice jar, making it impossible for him to discern his current state of mind.

"who……"

Habach's voice trembled slightly.

Who threw the stone?
No one answered, but instead, more stones were thrown in response.

"Go to hell!"

Nobody loves him.

Nobody respected him.

No one will ever again acknowledge him as king.

The moment a tyrant decides to betray his kingdom and dedicate everything to himself, it seems like a predetermined outcome.

Habach was struck by countless stones, his eyebrows split open, and the blood seeping out soaked his eyes, making his pupils appear as a bright red outline.

Nothing was left.

It's as if I were born naked into this world.

At this moment, Habach seems to have returned to his original starting point.

Did I really do something wrong? Is this my fate? The Quincy progenitor, abandoned and disrespected by all…

An indescribable sadness welled up from the depths of my heart.

Like a survivor who has fallen into a dry well, he desperately wants to be saved and to gain recognition from others, even if it is just a little bit of kindness.

It doesn't matter who it is, it doesn't matter who it is...

Please, please help me...

After this soft, whispered murmur, like a sob.

Miracle.

happened.

Habach's pleas were answered.

(End of this chapter)