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

“Neither.” Harry shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the bandages still seeping blood from the corner of Madarame’s eyes. “Now is not the time for a duel. The Ryoka has not been dealt with, and Rukia’s execution is imminent. I have more important things to do.”

He paused, then looked at Kenpachi Zaraki. "Besides, duels should be for becoming stronger, not for a momentary whim. If you really want to find an opponent, you should first think about how to deal with the trouble that may arise."

Kenpachi Zaraki frowned, seemingly not understanding what he was saying, but he didn't press the matter further. Although he was warlike, he wasn't an entirely unreasonable person.

He was able to restrain himself in the face of major issues of right and wrong, which is why the Captain-Commander allowed him to become the captain of the Eleventh Division.

Kenpachi Zaraki put his eyepatch back on, shouldered his Zanpakuto, and spoke with a hint of resentment:

"Hmph, I'll let it go this time, but remember this: once this is over, I'm going to fight you. Don't make excuses then!"

Harry didn't respond, but simply nodded slightly to Kenpachi Zaraki, then glanced at Ikkaku Madarame:
"Take good care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door. The hem of his Shinigami uniform swayed gently in the wind. The coldness in his green eyes had disappeared, and he had regained his usual gentleness.

Kenpachi Zaraki watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

This captain of the 10th Division is different from the other captains of the Gotei 13. Despite having such strong spiritual pressure, he is not warlike at all. Instead, he is always thinking about troublesome things that he does not understand.

He snorted and turned to Madarame Ikkaku, saying, "Did you hear that? Focus on healing! Once you're better, we'll have a fight!"

Ikkaku Madarame: "Yes, boss!"

Harry walked out of the Fourth Division Aid Center, sunlight filtering through the cherry blossom trees and falling on him.

He looked up towards the direction of the 10th Division's barracks, where the spiritual pressure was calm and still, and Rangiku was probably still handling the division's affairs.

He walked briskly across the stone path, and the patrolling Grim Reapers along the way all bowed respectfully when they saw him.

Harry nodded occasionally in response, but his mind was already wandering to the next plan.

Soon, the outline of the 10th Division's barracks came into view, the white-walled, red-tiled building appearing and disappearing behind the cherry blossom trees.

Harry took a deep breath, quickened his pace, and soon disappeared behind the gate of the team barracks.

………………

Meanwhile, after parting ways with Harry, Ichigo Kurosaki escaped the pursuit of the Eleventh Division and finally encountered his first vice-captain-level opponent yet, Renji Abarai!
On the steps surrounding the Confession Palace, Renji Abarai slowly descended the steps, his expression cold as he addressed Ichigo Kurosaki, who was standing not far away:

"It really surprises me that you actually made it this far, but that's where it ends. So, do you still remember my face?"

Kurosaki Ichigo's expression was serious as he said in a deep voice, "I do want to forget your ugly face, but I still have a mountain of questions to ask you, so how could I possibly forget them, Renji Abarai!"

Renji Abarai continued to move closer to Ichigo Kurosaki: "I'm really surprised. I didn't expect you to even remember my name. That's really impressive."

Kurosaki Ichigo said coldly, "Thank you for the compliment. Now, can you move aside? I need to go save Rukia!"

Renji Abarai shook his head, his tone even colder:

"Save her? What makes you think you can save her? With your current insignificant strength?"

"I must stop you here and kill you. Only then can Rukia regain her powers, and only then will her crimes be lessened, and she will have a chance to be saved!"

Ichigo Kurosaki shook his head; he hadn't expected Renji Abarai to be so childish.

He didn't believe he was dead, and that the Central 46 would let Rukia go after she gained her powers.

Couldn't Renji Abarai see that?

The trial itself was problematic!

Ichigo Kurosaki shook his head and gripped his Zanpakuto tightly: "Renji Abarai, I really don't have time to mess around with you. It seems that I can only defeat you in order to go and save Rukia."

Kurosaki Ichigo's appearance suggested he could easily defeat Abarai Renji, and this silent provocation only fueled Abarai Renji's anger.

This anger, combined with his fury at Ichigo Kurosaki for putting Rukia in danger, made his face contort in a grimace.

He roared angrily, "As if you can beat me? Come on, try if you can!"

The stone steps surrounding the Palace of Repentance gleamed coldly, and Renji Abarai's roar still reverberated in the air. His Zanpakuto, Zabimaru, hummed and trembled from its master's fury.

Renji Abarai's spiritual pressure surged from his body like boiling magma, rushing towards Ichigo Kurosaki.

Kurosaki Ichigo tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, pressing his palm against the spiritual pressure amplification array mark that Harry had left behind.

The pale blue pattern instantly lit up on his wrist, and gentle yet powerful spiritual energy surged into his body through his palm. The three forces that were originally clashing chaotically within his body were now flowing together along the same trajectory, as if they had been straightened out by an invisible hand.

"Buzz!"

The next instant, Ichigo Kurosaki's spiritual pressure suddenly erupted, several times stronger than when he fought the Eleventh Division.

Under the influence of this spiritual pressure, the surrounding air was stirred up!
Sensing this spiritual pressure that surpassed that of a vice-captain and even reached the level of a captain, Renji Abarai's ferocious expression froze, and his pupils contracted in shock:
"This...this spiritual pressure...how is this possible?!"

He clearly remembered encountering Ichigo in the human world not long ago. Although Ichigo's spiritual pressure was strong, it was chaotic and disorganized. Even the Third Seat might not be able to defeat him easily. But now, Ichigo's spiritual pressure carried a sense of oppression that was approaching that of a Captain.

Ichigo Kurosaki gave Renji no time to react. He touched the ground with his toes and shot out like an arrow. His Zanpakuto drew a dazzling arc in the sunlight, and spiritual pressure adhered to the blade, making the blade gleam.

Renji Abarai dared not be careless and hastily swung his sword to block. Just as Zabimaru collided with Ichigo's blade, he was thrown backward by a tremendous force, and a tearing pain shot through his hand.

"Impossible!" Renji roared, unleashing his spiritual pressure. "Shikai, roar, Zabimaru!"

The Zanpakuto, which originally resembled an ordinary katana, suddenly lengthened and transformed into a serrated snake shape.

Renji Abarai swung the Snake Tail Maru with all his might. The Snake Tail Maru suddenly extended with a sharp whooshing sound, wrapping around Ichigo.

The sharp, venomous fangs protruding from its blade gleamed coldly, as if they were about to tear Ichigo apart.

Faced with such a dangerous attack, Ichigo remained calm, gently dodging to the side, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade precisely struck the snake-like joint of Zabimaru's body.

"Crack!" A crisp sound of spiritual pressure colliding exploded, and Zabimaru's blade was violently shaken apart.

Renji Abarai felt a powerful surge of spiritual energy flow into his body through the blade, causing his internal organs to churn. He staggered backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the stone steps and sending up a spray of pebbles.

"You... how can you be so strong?" Renji clutched his chest, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, staring at Ichigo in disbelief.

Facing his Shikai, Kurosaki Ichigo defeated him with just one strike. Apart from the lieutenant of the First Division, probably only the captain could do that in the entire Seireitei!
In just a few days, could it be that Ichigo Kurosaki's strength has reached the captain level?!

Ichigo Kurosaki didn't answer, but simply gripped his Zanpakuto tighter, and his spiritual pressure surged once more.

He could clearly feel that the three forces within his body were merging in an unprecedented way under the guidance of the formation.

The powers of the Quincy, Shinigami, and Hollows no longer clashed with each other; instead, they were united, making each swing of the sword carry an overwhelming force.

He charged forward again, his Zanpakuto's trajectory even faster and more precise than before.

Renji Abarai barely managed to swing his sword in defense, only to find that he was far too slow!

The suppression of spiritual pressure slowed his reaction, and Ichigo easily predicted the trajectory of the blade.

In just a few breaths, Renji's shihaka armor was slashed in several places, with his shoulders and arms being stabbed one after another. Blood dripped from the wounds, staining the stone steps red.

"No!" Renji roared, pouring all his spiritual pressure into Zabimaru. "How could I possibly fall here?!"

Zabimaru's snake head extended again, crashing down on Ichigo with earth-shattering force.

But Ichigo Kurosaki simply took a deep breath and poured all the power he had fused into the sword.

Intense spiritual pressure enveloped the blade like flames as he gripped it with both hands and swung it out fiercely.

A massive spiritual pressure slash roared out, splitting the air like lightning. It not only shattered Zabimaru's slash but also tore Abarai Renji's spiritual pressure to shreds.

"puff!"

Renji was struck hard by the slash, and his whole body flew backward, crashing heavily to the top of the stone steps. His Zanpakuto, Zabimaru, left his hand, reverted to its original form, and stuck in the ground next to him, still trembling slightly.

Even now, Renji Abarai hadn't given up. He struggled to get up, but found that his spiritual pressure was all jolted out of control, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand. He could only watch helplessly as Ichigo Kurosaki walked up the stone steps and stopped in front of him.

Ichigo looked down at the disheveled Renji, his tone devoid of victorious pride, only a hint of helplessness:
“I’ve said it before, I don’t have time to argue with you. Rukia’s trial was flawed. If you continue to be stubborn, you will only let the real culprit get away with it.”

He didn't linger and turned to walk towards the gate of the Palace of Repentance.

Renji Abarai lay on the ground, staring at Ichigo's retreating figure, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with shock and resentment.

He never imagined that he would be defeated by a human in such a devastating way.

The sudden increase in spiritual pressure raised a question in his mind.

Who helped Kurosaki Ichigo become so powerful in such a short time?

………………

Sensing that the spiritual pressure from that direction was gradually subsiding, Harry turned his gaze back to the team supplies placed on the table.

With his spiritual pressure amplification array, Ichigo Kurosaki will definitely be able to easily defeat Renji Abarai. Judging from the changes in spiritual pressure, it seems that the battle is over.

Since the plan was progressing as scheduled, Harry focused all his attention on handling team affairs.

After all, Harry had been completely in charge of the team's affairs for decades, so he felt a little embarrassed. Since he was mostly focused on the Bleach world during this period, he decided to help Matsumoto Rangiku with the team's affairs.

However, Harry thought he wouldn't have to deal with the team for too long. After all, if the plan went smoothly, he would either successfully devour the world of Death or be completely expelled from it in no time.

Over the next few days, explosions could be heard intermittently within the Seireitei, clearly indicating that the problem of the Ryoka had not yet been resolved.

Harry was puzzled by this. After all, given the power of the Soul Society, any of the captains could easily defeat everyone except Ichigo Kurosaki. So why didn't the captains make a move?

Could it be that, besides him, the other captains also noticed the strangeness in Seireitei?
That day, Harry continued to stay in the captain's office handling team affairs when the paper door of the 10th Division's barracks was suddenly pulled open, and Matsumoto Rangiku's hurried footsteps broke the silence inside.

She gripped the Zanpakuto Gray Cat at her waist with one hand, her chest heaving violently from running. Her once languid brows were now filled with seriousness, and even her hair was somewhat disheveled.

"Captain! Something's happened!" Rangiku's voice was unusually urgent. She rushed to Harry as soon as she entered the room, her shock barely concealed. "We just received an urgent report from the Fifth Division. Captain Aizen... Aizen Sousuke... he's been murdered!"

Harry, who was looking down at the team supplies on the table, paused abruptly upon hearing this, his green eyes snapped upwards, and his tone carried a barely perceptible sharpness:

"What did you say? Aizen is dead?"

“It’s true!” Rangiku nodded hurriedly, took out a crumpled report from her pocket, and handed it to Harry. “The members of the Fifth Division found him pinned to the wall of the barracks by his own Zanpakuto. No traces of the murderer were left at the scene.”

Harry took the newspaper and quickly scanned the text.

Captain Aizen Sousuke of the Fifth Division was attacked and killed in the barracks at 9:45 AM. The fatal wound was a penetrating wound caused by his Zanpakuto. No residual spiritual pressure of the culprit was found at the scene, and it is speculated that it was the work of a high-ranking Shinigami or a Ryouka.

His fingertips traced the surface of the paper, his brow gradually furrowing:
"No residual spiritual pressure at the scene? That's impossible. Even a high-ranking Shinigami would leave a trail of spiritual pressure when they made a move."

Rangiku said anxiously, "The Gotei 13 are in complete chaos right now. The Captain-Commander has ordered the Fifth Division to be sealed off and all divisions to increase patrols, saying they're going to catch the culprit. But... but Captain Aizen is so strong, who could kill him silently?"

Harry put down the newspaper, got up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of the Fifth Division.

The sun was still shining brightly, and cherry blossoms were still falling, but the spiritual pressure in that area was unusually chaotic, and one could vaguely sense that the Captain-Commander's spiritual pressure was rapidly approaching.

Clearly, Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was also shocked by the sudden news of his death.

“Something’s not right.” Harry’s voice turned colder, a hint of suspicion flashing in his green eyes:
“Aizen’s strength is far more than what it appears on the surface. His Kyoka Suigetsu can hypnotize his opponents. Even if he were attacked by a captain-level enemy, he would not be left without a chance to fight back, nor would he allow the culprit to easily erase the traces of his spiritual pressure.”

He turned to Rangiku, his tone unwavering: "We're heading to the Fifth Division immediately. I have a feeling something's wrong with Aizen's death!" (End of Chapter)