Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

"At least four people have been confirmed so far!" Rangiku hurriedly unfolded the report, pointing to the words on it, "They broke through from the west gate, and the Grim Reaper guarding the gate has been defeated!"

The Third Division's Lieutenant Kira reported that the leader was an orange-haired human wielding a Zanpakuto that emitted extremely strong spiritual pressure, making him appear to be a hybrid of an unknown Shinigami and a human from the human world!

"An unknown Grim Reaper?" Harry frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his green eyes, before his gaze darkened again. "He's here for Rukia, isn't he?"

He recalled the news he had heard at the izakaya yesterday: Rukia's death sentence had just been handed down when someone broke into Seireitei. The answer was almost self-evident.

"Most likely!" Rangiku nodded vigorously, her tone tinged with anxiety. "Moreover... the traveler's route is very clear, heading straight for the Palace of Penitence!"
They had already clashed with members of the Third and Seventh Divisions along the way; their opponents were very strong, and ordinary members couldn't stop them at all!

She paused, then added, "Hitsugaya has received the news and is leading his team westward. He also asked me to ask you if the 10th Division needs support?"

Harry walked to the window, pushed open the lattice window, and looked towards the west side of Seireitei. Although he couldn't see the specific battle scene, a faint spiritual pressure fluctuation had begun to permeate the air, which was the collision of spiritual energy released when the Grim Reaper fought against the outsider.

He remained silent for a few seconds, and the Zanpakuto at his fingertips trembled slightly, as if in response to his inner emotions.

“Support them.” Harry turned around, his tone resolute, and said, “Send the Third Seat with a quarter of his team to support the Third Division, guard the main road leading to the Central 46, and prevent the Ryoko from disrupting the order of Seireitei.”

He paused, then added, "Tell the team to try to keep some alive, don't kill them. These travelers might know the truth about Rukia's sentencing."

Rangiku's eyes lit up, and she nodded quickly: "I'll go arrange it right away!"

Given this situation, the support should have been at least half, to be in accordance with the rules. Harry said that a quarter was already secretly supporting Lucia.

Just as Rangiku was about to turn around, Harry called her back: "Wait. Go to the vicinity of the Fifth Division yourself and keep an eye on Captain Aizen and Gin Ichimaru's movements."

He recalled his encounter with Aizen before the captain's meeting that morning, and that inexplicable sense of unease welled up in his heart again. "If they do anything unusual, notify me immediately with a communication pill."

Rangiku paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and nodded seriously: "Understood!"

She clutched the report, turned and strode quickly out of the office, the gourd swaying gently at her waist, leaving behind a trail of hurried footsteps.

Harry looked out the window again, where the spiritual pressure fluctuations in the air were becoming increasingly noticeable.

He raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Zanpakuto; the silver patterns on the scabbard gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The invasion of the Ryogoku... Rukia's judgment... Aizen's abnormality... all of this seemed to be connected by an invisible thread, making him increasingly aware that a deeper conspiracy was hidden behind this seemingly simple rescue.

He took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his green eyes. Whatever was behind this, he had to find out the truth, at least he couldn't let Rukia die in vain.

If all else fails, I'll just have to flip the table!

To be honest, he preferred to devour the world of death quietly and gently, rather than directly fight his comrades.

Even though most of his mind wasn't in the world of Bleach, he had developed feelings for his friends over the decades, especially Matsumoto Rangiku and others, who were already his close friends.

After Matsumoto Rangiku had been gone for a while, Harry also stood up and left the captain's office.

He was also a little curious about the traveler's misfortune. Judging from the timeline, the present world should already be in the modern era, right?

………………

Kurosaki Ichigo's boots landed heavily on the stone slabs of the Seireitei. The morning mist spread around his feet, carrying with it the unique, cold spiritual energy of Soul Society into his nostrils.

He raised his hand and pressed the Zanpakuto at his waist, his short orange hair being blown by the wind, revealing his resolute eyes.

He just defeated a Shinigami named Madarame Ikkaku, and can now continue deeper to rescue Rukia.

He knew that the journey ahead would be even more difficult, but he was not afraid.

From the moment he broke through the West Gate, he never thought of turning back.

He must rescue his partner!

As soon as I turned a corner, three hostile spiritual pressures came from behind the cherry blossom trees on the right.

Three Shinigami, wielding Zanpakuto, leaped down, their blades gleaming coldly, pointing directly at his throat.

"Traveler! Trespassing in the Seireitei, you're asking for death!" The leading Grim Reaper roared as he swung his sword, the sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air piercing the air.

Ichigo remained completely calm, instinctively sliding to the left to dodge the attack while simultaneously drawing his Zanpakuto halfway from its sheath and slamming the back of the blade heavily onto his opponent's wrist.

With a crisp click, the Grim Reaper's Zanpakuto slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, causing him to groan in pain.

The remaining two were about to step forward when they were forced back by Ichigo Kurosaki's punch.

Ichigo Kurosaki had no intention of getting entangled with them. He immediately shook off the three ordinary Shinigami and looked into the distance.

He could clearly sense Rukia's presence coming from the south.

According to Sister Zhibo, that direction should be the Palace of Penitentiation, a place specifically for imprisoning those who have committed serious crimes and are destined to die.

Kurosaki Ichigo sped across the stone path, creating a gust of wind that sent cherry blossom petals fluttering in the air on both sides.

The patrolling Grim Reapers along the way noticed the unusual movement and drew their swords to stop him, but he repelled them all with swift and decisive strikes.

His movements were devoid of unnecessary frills; each swing of his sword precisely struck the opponent's weak points, neither inflicting serious injury nor hindering a rapid breakthrough.

He had only one goal: to find Rukia and take her away. He had no hatred for these Grim Reapers, so of course he wouldn't kill them.

After advancing several hundred meters, he suddenly froze on the spot.

He felt an incredibly powerful spiritual pressure rapidly approaching him.

The spiritual pressure approached so fast that he had no time to react and was instantly blocked in front of him.

After the owner of the spiritual pressure appeared, he finally saw its specific appearance.

He was a man who looked very young.

He was probably around twenty years old, with short, messy hair and a faint yet striking lightning bolt scar on his head.

To Ichigo Kurosaki's surprise, the man didn't look like someone from Japan; he looked more like someone from the United States. What was going on?
Aren't the Shinigami in Soul Society Shinigami from the Sun Country? Why are there people from the US appearing here?
Could it be that the Grim Reapers from the United States have invaded the Soul Society? Is there a war in the Grim Reaper world?
Ichigo Kurosaki shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it.

Whether it was the spiritual pressure that was even stronger than that of Madarame Ikkaku, or the special Shinigami uniform worn by the man in front of him, Kurosaki Ichigo could tell that the person in front of him was not an ordinary Shinigami, or even a Third Seat or a Vice-Captain, but a true Captain!

Kurosaki Ichigo was extremely nervous. He hadn't expected that he would be facing an incredibly powerful captain so soon after invading the Elf Court.

But what does it matter if he's the captain? To save Rukia, he must overcome all obstacles, even if those obstacles are the captain himself.

So Ichigo Kurosaki immediately tried to draw his sword and launch a surprise attack to defeat the captain.

But the moment Kurosaki Ichigo's fingertips touched the hilt of his Zanpakuto, a wave of icy spiritual pressure surged forth, instantly enveloping his entire body.

It wasn't a violent impact, but a restraint with absolute control, like being bound by invisible steel chains, making even breathing heavy.

He looked up abruptly, his pupils contracting in shock beneath his short orange hair, his gaze fixed on Harry in front of him.

The captain of the 10th Division still stood ten steps away, his silver-patterned scabbard still tucked into his waistband. His green eyes were devoid of emotion, but the spiritual pressure emanating from his body was like a tangible net, pinning every inch of Ichigo's muscles to the spot.

Ichigo Kurosaki struggled with all his might, but to no avail.

He was shocked to find that he was powerless against the captain in front of him, and he couldn't even move under his spiritual pressure!
To Ichigo Kurosaki's surprise, he had been standing there for a while, but the captain of the 10th Division still showed no intention of making a move, instead looking at him with a slightly curious gaze.

Ichigo Kurosaki immediately realized that the captain in front of him had other plans and didn't seem to want to capture him.

So he gritted his teeth and struggled to ask, "What exactly do you want?"

Harry didn't answer, but simply raised his right hand slightly.

This subtle movement caused the spiritual pressure surrounding Ichigo to tighten abruptly.

Ichigo groaned, his knees buckling uncontrollably downwards, leaving sharp scratches on the stone slab from the heels of his boots.

He could clearly feel the spiritual pressure drilling into his pores, suppressing every meridian through which spiritual energy flowed, and even slowing his heartbeat.

“Don’t rush.” Harry’s voice finally came, as calmly as if he were talking about the weather. “I have no hostile intentions.”

Ichigo glared at him, even more furious. "You call this not being hostile?"
I was pinned to the ground by your spiritual pressure, and you still say you have no hostility?

Harry sensed that Ichigo Kurosaki clearly didn't trust him, so he quickly explained:
"I really have no ill intentions. I just came here to talk to you for a while. After all, I am also Rukia's friend. How could I stop you from saving her?"

"Then let me go!" Ichigo roared, his voice hoarse. "Rukia is about to be executed! If you're her friend, why are you stopping me?!"

Harry looked at him, a flicker of emotion finally crossing his green eyes, but he didn't release his spiritual pressure.

“Because I know better than you how to truly save her.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ichigo’s face, which was flushed with anger. “Now, either calm down and listen to me, or continue to waste time here. By the time you can break free from my spiritual pressure, the Sogyaku punishment will probably be over.”

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Ichigo's head.

He gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

But the feeling of powerlessness in his body became clearer and clearer, and the spiritual pressure was like a heavy mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Finally, his shoulders slumped, and his grip on the knife hilt loosened; he stopped resisting.

Harry sensed his compromise, and the spiritual pressure surrounding him lessened slightly, but it didn't completely dissipate, acting like an invisible warning line, reminding him not to act rashly.

Ichigo staggered to his feet, panting heavily, his eyes filled with anger, resentment, and a hint of helplessness he couldn't deny as he looked at Harry.

Ichigo knew that he was not qualified to make the captain of the 10th Division take action.

However, despite being no match for the captain of the 10th Division, Kurosaki Ichigo stubbornly insisted:
"Tell me, what is your purpose? I'm in a hurry to save Rukia. If you really are Rukia's friend, you shouldn't be stopping me."

Harry looked up toward the Penitentiary and calmly said:

"It is precisely because I am Rukia's friend that I have come here to speak with you. Do you think you can break through the defenses of the Palace of Penitence with your current strength?"

Ichigo stiffened, about to retort, when Harry interrupted him:
"The guards at the West Gate were only third-rate members, and the Seventh Division's obstruction was not even at full strength."

But when you get to the outer perimeter of the Palace of Repentance, you'll find the elites of the Sixth Division guarding it, and further ahead, there are also captain-level Shinigami stationed there.

"You couldn't even withstand 30% of my spiritual pressure just now, do you really think you can protect Rukia from Byakuya Kuchiki's blade?"

These words struck him like a hammer blow to the heart. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms until they hurt even more, but he couldn't find a reason to refute them.

The feeling of powerlessness from being imprisoned by spiritual pressure still lingered in his limbs and bones. He had to admit that his strength was simply not enough in the face of the true power of the Soul Society.

Harry bent down, his fingertips lightly tracing the stone slab. Spiritual particles gathered with his movement, outlining a complex pattern on the ground.

The patterns glowed with a pale blue light, like a miniature magic circle, yet they carried the unique rhythm of death magic.

"This is a spiritual pressure amplification array." He looked up at Ichigo, the previous aloofness gone from his green eyes:

"Inject your spiritual power into the array's core; this will temporarily regulate the chaotic spiritual flow within your body."

You possess the powers of a Shinigami, a Quincy, and a Hollow. While this combination may seem powerful, it actually wastes most of your strength, and you can't even unleash 60% of it.

Only by combining the three spiritual pressures together, allowing them to complement each other, can one unleash several times their original fighting power!

Ichigo stared at the array on the ground, then looked at Harry, his eyes full of doubt: "I have Hollow power within me, how come I didn't know?"

“You don’t need to know.” Harry straightened up, his tone calm but with an undeniable certainty. “I forgot to tell you, your father, Shiba Isshin, is also a friend of mine. I would never lie to you.”

He pointed to the light spot in the center of the formation: "This formation can help you temporarily fuse the three powers, and your spiritual pressure can be raised to at least the threshold of the captain level."

However, the effect only lasts for half an hour. After half an hour, you will be depleted of spiritual energy and will need an hour to recover, so please do not use it carelessly.

Ichigo took a deep breath, walked to the center of the array, and, following Harry's instructions, placed his hand on the point of light. (End of Chapter)