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

Chapter 354 Mayuri Kurotsuchi: How could you be so strong?
After saying goodbye to Yoruichi Shihouin, Harry turned the corner and came to the stone path leading to the 10th Division.

Suddenly, he sensed an unexpected surge of spiritual pressure emanating from a certain direction.

He paused, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on sensing the details of that spiritual pressure.

Among the numerous spiritual pressures, some powerful and some weak, Harry, with his exceptional perception, directly pinpointed that particular spiritual pressure fluctuation.

That sluggish spiritual pressure must belong to Ichikaku Madarame, the third seat of the 11th Division.

At this moment, Madarame Sansei, whom they sensed, was so weak that it seemed as if half of his strength had been drained away.

By the way, it seems that Madarame Ikkaku's spiritual pressure collided with Kurosaki Ichigo's just now. Could it be that Madarame Ikkaku was defeated by Kurosaki Ichigo?

The other spiritual pressure beside Madarame Sansuke also had very distinct characteristics, with a precise sense of control, and it was undoubtedly Mayuri Kurotsuchi, the captain of the 12th Division.

Beside Mayuri Kurotsuchi, there was a slightly weaker but equally cold spiritual pressure, which should be his vice-captain, Nemu Kurotsuchi.

"How come someone from the 12th Division is hanging out with Ikkaku Madarame at the 4th Division's infirmary?" Harry muttered to himself.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi has always only used the morgue as an observation point for experimental materials. Unless it is a special sample that can arouse his interest, he will never go to the Fourth Division. After all, the members of his own team are enough to serve as experimental materials.

Madarame Ikkaku is the troublesome third seat of the 11th Division, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi would never choose him as a test subject unless absolutely necessary.

Why was Madarame Ikkaku entangled with Mayuri Kurotsuchi?

Harry immediately thought of the clash between Madarame Ikkaku and Kurosaki Ichigo. Could it be that Mayuri Kurotsuchi was planning to obtain information about Kurosaki Ichigo through Madarame Ikkaku?

This is not possible.

Harry's body vanished from its original spot and headed towards the Fourth Division's Comprehensive Aid Center.

………………

Fourth Division General Medical Center.

In the ward, Madarame Ikkaku lay on the hospital bed, his right arm wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage. His face was pale, but he still gritted his teeth and glared at Mayuri Kurotsuchi beside him. He struggled to reach for the Zanpakuto beside his pillow, but was firmly bound by the spiritual rope released by Nemu Kurotsuchi, unable to move.

"Hmph hmph hmph..." Mayuri Kurotsuchi smiled insincerely, staring at Ikkaku Madarame and said fiercely, "It seems you're unwilling to talk no matter what, isn't that right, Ikkaku Madarame?"

Mayuri Kurotsuchi was getting impatient. He had already wasted ten minutes of his time with Ikkaku Madarame, and time was a very precious thing to him.

Just then, a member of the Fourth Division peeked out from behind the door, looking troubled:

"Captain of the Twelfth Division, please do not interrogate patients at the Fourth Division's general medical facility. It puts us in a difficult position. Yes, such behavior is strictly prohibited within the facility!"

Clearly, the advice from this member of the Fourth Division had no effect on Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

If the captain of the Fourth Division were here, he might have some reservations, but right now he only wants to get information about the Ryoka from Madarame Ikkaku.

With a slight wave of your hand, you broke the incantation and fired a celestial ball, which hit the wall next to the Fourth Division member and smashed a small hole in it.

His gaze grew even colder as he warned, "Enough with the nonsense!"

This action directly scared away the gentle member of the Fourth Division.

Seeing this, Madarame Ikkaku once again said helplessly:

"I've already said it, it's not that I don't want to talk about it, I don't know the destination of the journey, or anything else."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi clearly didn't believe him, and he questioned:
"Then what happened? You drew your sword and fought the traveler as soon as you encountered him, but you didn't get any information at all. You were just defeated and returned. Is that all?"

Madarame Ikkaku turned to the other side: "That's right, that's how it is. By the way, I don't even know what the enemy looks like, nor have I heard their voice, so I have nothing to tell you."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi was thoroughly enraged by Ikkaku Madarame's perfunctory attitude: "Fine, then you shall accept the punishment you deserve for your dereliction of duty."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, wearing a white glove, slowly pressed down, her fingertips quickly approaching a corner of Madarame's face.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's voice was tinged with a morbid ferocity: "A body of a third-seat member, that's a rare experimental subject. But to avoid going too far, I'll only extract a small bone marrow sample. I won't let you lie in bed for too long."

Just as Mayuri Kurotsuchi's palm was about to touch Madarame's corner, a pale blue spiritual pressure suddenly surged in from the doorway, like an invisible hand precisely wrapping around Mayuri Kurotsuchi's wrist.

The spiritual pressure was not violent but extremely resilient, forcing Mayuri Kurotsuchi's fingers to stop in mid-air, without even a tremor.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's expression changed drastically, and she abruptly turned to look at the doorway: "Who?!"

A short while later, the door was gently pushed open, and Harry's figure appeared in the doorway. His green eyes, which were usually gentle, now held only a cold scrutiny.

He stepped into the room, and at the same time, he slightly tightened his fingertips, causing the spiritual pressure wrapped around Mayuri's wrist to suddenly tighten.

With a soft "crack," Mayuri's finger immediately broke, making a crisp sound.

"Captain of the 10th Division?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi narrowed his eyes, ignoring his fractured finger as if he felt no pain at all, and said with dissatisfaction, "I'm conducting necessary research, what right do you have to stop me?"

Harry ignored his question, his gaze sweeping over a corner of Madarame who was tied to the hospital bed before landing on Nemuru.

The source of the binding spirit technique on Madarame Ikkaku's body came from the spiritual particles she condensed in her palm.

Harry flicked his finger, and another burst of spiritual pressure shot out, precisely severing the spiritual rope. The movement was so fast that Nemuru didn't even have time to react.

“Necessary research?” Harry’s voice grew even colder as he slowly entered the ward. The spiritual pressure emanating from him was like a fine net, quietly enveloping the entire room. “Using spiritual magic to bind a member of the Eleventh Division and forcibly extract his bone marrow—is that research? Or is it torture?”

Mayuri Kurotsuchi's expression darkened further as he gathered dark purple spiritual pressure in his palm, intending to hurl it at Ikkaku Madarame. It was the Twelfth Division's unique Poison Mist Kido, capable of corroding any spiritual entity it came into contact with.
"Harry Potter, mind your own business! Ikkaku Madarame knows the purpose and motives of the Ryokan, which concerns the safety of Soul Society. I have the right..."

“You have no right.” Harry interrupted him, a wisp of pale blue spiritual pressure gathering at his fingertips. With a flick of his wrist, the pressure transformed into a shield, blocking Madarame’s path in front of his sickbed and preventing Mayuri Kurotsuchi from releasing the poisonous mist.
"The Fourth Division is a medical facility, not your laboratory. Madarame Ikkaku is a member of the Eleventh Division. If there's any investigation to be done, it should be handled by the Eleventh Division or the Central 46. It's not your place, the Twelfth Division, to take matters into your own hands." He walked to the bedside, raised his hand and placed it on Madarame Ikkaku's shoulder, gently channeling his spiritual pressure.

Madarame Ikkaku's previously disordered spiritual pressure gradually calmed down, and his wounds healed rapidly.

Seeing that Harry not only stopped him but also ignored his treatment of Madarame's corner on the sickbed, Mayuri's anger intensified. He no longer bothered with pretense, unleashing a torrent of spiritual pressure upon Harry as he threatened:

"Isn't Captain Harry being a bit too nosy today? Even a captain should respect his seniors."

It seems I'll have to teach you today; there are huge differences even among team captains.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi drew his Zanpakuto, intending to attack Harry immediately.

After all, in his mind, Harry was just a young Grim Reaper in his fifties or sixties. Although he was exceptionally talented and quickly became the captain of the 10th Division, his strength was absolutely at the bottom among the captains and he could not possibly threaten him.

The dark purple Zanpakuto, Ashisogi Jizo, sprang from its sheath, its blade still wreathed in lingering poisonous mist and spiritual pressure. Mayuri Kurotsuchi's hand, gripping the hilt, bulged with veins from rage, and he suddenly lunged at Harry.

He hadn't expected Harry to be so disrespectful. He didn't want to lose face in the Fourth Division's hospital room, and all he wanted to do was teach this ungrateful junior a lesson.

The sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air was ear-piercing, and the poisonous mist spread along the blade, even corroding the surrounding spiritual particles, causing them to sizzle.

But just as the blade was only half a foot away from Harry's shoulder, Mayuri Kurotsuchi suddenly felt his wrist sink, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible iron clamp, unable to move it any further.

He looked up abruptly and met Harry's cold green eyes.

There were no superfluous movements, no complicated Kido techniques, only an immense, suffocating spiritual pressure that surged from Harry like a rising tide, instantly enveloping the entire ward.

The spiritual pressure was neither violent nor scorching, but it carried an absolute sense of control, making his chest feel tight and even making it difficult to breathe. His fingers, which were gripping the knife, even began to tremble uncontrollably.

"How...how is this possible?!" Mayuri Kurotsuchi's voice suddenly changed, becoming sharp with disbelief. "Your spiritual pressure...how can it be so strong?!"

He desperately tried to unleash the spiritual pressure within his body, attempting to break free from this invisible constraint. His research with the Twelfth Division allowed him to control his own spiritual pressure far beyond that of ordinary captains, and he could even temporarily amplify his combat power through potions.

But at this moment, his spiritual pressure was like a stone thrown into the deep sea, not even causing a ripple. Instead, it was pressed firmly into his body by Harry's spiritual pressure, and even the poisonous mist at his fingertips began to dissipate.

"This is impossible!" Mayuri Kurotsuchi roared again, his eyes filled with shock and panic. "You're just a captain who hasn't been in office for long... Your usual spiritual pressure isn't even as strong as some vice-captains, how could you have such immense power?!"

He recalled Harry, whom he had met at the captains' meeting before. Harry always stood gently in the corner, his spiritual pressure almost transparent. Everyone thought that the captain of the 10th Division was just a support character with mediocre combat power. But the scene before him completely overturned his perception.

The poisonous mist on the blade was completely dispersed, and Mayuri Kurotsuchi's hand gripping the hilt began to go numb. Cold sweat slid down his forehead and splattered onto the hilt.

He could clearly feel that Harry's spiritual pressure was like a fine net, not only binding his movements but also silently probing the spiritual pressure channels in his body. Even the various items he hid in his sleeves were locked by the spiritual pressure, without giving them a chance to be triggered.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi's voice was filled with fear. This was the first time he had felt such overwhelming pressure from a captain of the Gotei 13, apart from the Captain-Commander.

At this moment, Harry's spiritual pressure was more terrifying than Kenpachi Zaraki's; it was a suppressive power from a different dimension, rendering all his schemes and inventions meaningless.

Without a doubt, Harry's spiritual pressure has reached the first level of spiritual power!
Harry didn't answer, but just tightened his fingertips slightly.

Mayuri felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the Hikari Jizo fell to the ground with a clatter, its blade embedded in the floor, still trembling slightly.

Even though Mayuri Kurotsuchi dropped his Zanpakuto, the immense spiritual pressure still weighed on him, causing his knees to buckle and almost causing him to collapse to the ground. He could only barely stay upright by desperately supporting himself on the ground.

“I told you, don’t make a move here.” Harry’s voice was calm but carried an undeniable power. “Now, take your Zanpakuto and leave the Fourth Division. If you dare to lay a hand on Madarame Ikkaku again, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

Mayuri Kurotsuchi stared at the Zanpakuto on the ground, then looked at Harry's calm green eyes. The shock in his heart was gradually replaced by resentment, but he dared not make the slightest move.

He knew he was completely doomed today. This seemingly gentle captain of the 10th Division possessed a tremendous spiritual pressure that could even move the Captain-Commander.

This power probably already surpasses that of most captains, and even... approaches the level of the captain-in-chief.

"I'll remember you, Harry Potter." Mayuri Kurotsuchi gritted his teeth, picked up his Zanpakuto with difficulty, staggered around, and forgot to even greet Nemuru Kurotsuchi before fleeing the ward in a disheveled state.

Shortly after Mayuri Kurotsuchi left, Ikkaku Madarame thanked Harry, when suddenly, the door to the hospital room was opened again with a bang.

A tall figure walked into the room, and on his shoulder sat a pink-haired little girl.

The two clearly already knew what had happened in the room. Eleventh Division Captain Kenpachi Zaraki spoke in his signature sharp voice:
"Hey, Tenth Division! Thanks!"

But Harry felt no joy at being thanked; upon seeing Kenpachi Zaraki, he immediately realized something was wrong.

Kenpachi Zaraki is a well-known battle maniac in the entire Seireitei. Now that we know part of his true strength, how could we not want to fight him?

As expected, when Madarame Ikkaku saw the captain arrive, he straightened up on the hospital bed and was about to speak when Kenpachi waved his hand to interrupt him.

Kenpachi Zaraki's attention was entirely on Harry. He took a few steps to stand in front of him, his spiritual pressure suddenly surging, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

"However, your spiritual pressure is quite interesting; it's completely different from what I sensed before."

Even I felt this oppressive aura outside. So, how about a fight?

He raised his hand and removed the blindfold, his crimson pupils filled with excitement. His Zanpakuto, Nosara, trembled slightly from its master's fighting spirit, its blade gleaming coldly.

"I want to test just how strong it is to completely suppress that guy's spiritual pressure!"

Harry looked at the fighting spirit flickering in his eyes and smiled faintly, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Kenpachi Zaraki abruptly stopped, as if he hadn't expected to be rejected, his crimson pupils contracting slightly:
"Not interested? Are you scared?"

He stepped forward, his spiritual pressure intensifying even further, almost disrupting the spiritual energy of the ward.
"Do you still think I'm not good enough to be your opponent?"

(End of this chapter)