The sun stood at its peak, casting sharp rays over the Seireitei, yet within the deep ceremonial arena of Squad 1, the atmosphere was icy and still.
Inside Squad 8 barracks, Shunsui was already dressed in formal wear, his pink haori draped over his shoulders, sipping calmly from a fresh cup of sake as he glanced at Mohit, who stood silently by the door, fully geared and expression unreadable.
"Be confident, my boy. You're ready for it."
Mohit didn't speak, just nodded.
Shunsui chuckled faintly. "Just don't be late. Trust me… you don't want to see the old man's expression when someone shows up late to their captain test."
He let out a nervous laugh—clearly remembering something unpleasant from his own test.
As they both exited, the path ahead was clear, not a single soul in the way. The entire Soul Society knew what today was—the captain qualification test for two promising names.
When they arrived at Squad 1's legendary underground training arena, Ukitake stood waiting, back straight, his white hair fluttering softly in the wind.
"Hello there, old friend," Shunsui greeted, extending a hand, which Ukitake clasped warmly.Ukitake turned to Mohit."Don't be nervous. Just fight like yourself, and you'll be fine."Mohit bowed."Thank you, Ukitake-taicho."Both senior captains entered the upper spectator chamber, where the grand observation ceremony had begun. The high-ranked seats overlooked the massive stone arena below.Inside the chamber were captains, seated in order:Yoruichi with arms crossed, dressed in royal black.Rose, leaning back, golden hair waving slightly.Love, sipping tea casually.Shinji, adjusting his collar like he was annoyed by the whole formal process.Arthur, sitting calmly with hands on his knees.Unohana, silent as ever, her gaze sharp and steady.Kensei, his expression firm.And finally, in the tallest central seat—Yamamoto Genryūsai, the Head-Captain, silent, his massive spiritual pressure weighing down the entire space without a word.
Around them sat eight senior officials from Central 46, each holding sealed scrolls with ceremonial approval and oversight roles
Down below, the heavy doors creaked open.
Urahara Kisuke stepped out into the arena, his white haori draped over his shoulders—Squad 2's Third Seat, now nominee for Squad 12 captain.
Mohit watched him enter, arms folded, standing beside the gates. He gave Urahara a subtle nod.
"So… it begins," Urahara muttered with a smile, adjusting his hat and stepping into the stone clearing.
"Kisuke Urahara," boomed Yamamoto, his voice like the roar of a storm, "you are summoned before the Gotei 13 and Central 46 to demonstrate your qualifications as a captain. You are to release your Bankai, demonstrate its capabilities, and prove that your power, control, and composure are worthy of the title."
"Yes, Head-Captain!" Urahara responded sharply, his voice ringing with confidence.
Two prisoners—both hardened criminals from the Maggot's Nest, chained and sealed with spiritual cuffs—were escorted into the field by members of the Stealth Force. Each had committed acts worthy of execution, and today, they would serve a final purpose.
Urahara slowly unsheathed his blade, the familiar red glow humming at its edge.
"Bankai…"The air trembled. Dust swirled in reverse.
"Kannonbiraki Benihime Aratame."The moment the words were spoken, a ripple of immense energy burst across the field. Behind Urahara, a massive mechanical, feminine figure bloomed open like a lotus. Her body was ancient, stitched and golden, massive arms floating behind her like surgical blades.The captains leaned in, their expressions shifting.Benihime was unlike any other Bankai.
With a whisper from Urahara, one criminal's arm was instantly removed, cleanly sliced. He didn't scream—because the wound was already being rewritten, Benihime altering his flesh to close it again.
On the second, Urahara whispered another command. The man tried to run. Mid-step, his motion reversed, literally pulled backward as if someone rewound time itself. Benihime had rewritten the concept of forward movement in that space.
Then came the third act—Urahara slashed across the chest of one prisoner with precision. Blood spilled, yet as he stood there, Benihime's giant fingers touched the wound and rewrote the skin, organs, and even heartbeat back into place. A full internal regeneration, but without healing. It was reconstruction—mechanical and terrifying.
Urahara demonstrated the Bankai's capability to manipulate space, form internal dimensional pockets, and even nullify spiritual signatures within a confined zone.
The captains murmured:"Terrifying…" whispered Rose."He rewrites existence like it's chalk on a board," said Shinji, narrowed eyes watching.Unohana remained still, her fingers calmly noting the regeneration pattern.
Love leaned back."He's been holding this kind of power as a Third Seat?"After thirty full minutes, Urahara stepped back, breathing lightly, his coat untouched.
"That is the full scope of my Bankai's utility in battle and field application."Yamamoto opened both eyes slowly."Demonstration complete. Sit in observation. Next—Lieutenant Mohit of Squad 8. Prepare."
As Urahara walked past, he gave Mohit a knowing smile."Your turn, old friend. Don't trip."
Mohit rolled his eyes."I'll make sure I don't rewrite reality and scare everyone shitless."
Urahara laughed as he stepped into the shadowed waiting chamber, while all eyes turned to Mohit, now slowly entering the stone arena alone—his Bankai demonstration was about to begin.
After Urahara's demonstration ended and he respectfully bowed to the captains and Central 46 officials, the heavy atmosphere did not ease. In fact, it seemed to grow heavier. Yamamoto stood once again, eyes burning with fire and age.
"Next—Lieutenant Mohit of Squad 8. Step forward," the Head Captain commanded with his booming voice.
Mohit walked forward calmly, the echoes of his boots sharp in the silence. He stood in the center of the training ground and bowed.
"Lieutenant Mohit, you have been summoned today to prove your worthiness for captaincy. Before you stand the captains of the Gotei 13 and members of Central 46. Demonstrate your Bankai—its name, nature, and full combat functionality. You will use it upon the chosen subjects."
Just then, two chained prisoners from the Maggot's Nest were brought forward.
Mohit raised his head slowly. "With all due respect, Head Captain, if you truly wish to witness the full extent of my Bankai's functions… two subjects will not suffice."Gasps ran through the spectating chamber. Yamamoto narrowed his eyes."Then what do you propose, lieutenant?" he asked, his tone sharp."I humbly request nine combat subjects… and I ask that their chains be removed and they be armed."Silence.Arthur blinked. "Did he just say nine?"Shinji leaned forward in his seat. "This guy's still crazy…"
Yamamoto stared at Mohit for a long moment, his spiritual pressure spiking for a heartbeat. Mohit didn't flinch."…Very well. Your request shall be granted," the Head Captain said. "Bring forth nine prisoners. Unbind them and give them blades."
Soon, nine hardened criminals stood in a wide arc before Mohit, armed, restless, ready to attack.
Mohit inhaled deeply. His hands reached for his zanpakutō.
"Bankai…"
A deep rumble echoed across the arena. Black threads whipped into the air like vipers, swirling high as Mohit's spiritual pressure spiked wildly. From above him, glowing red symbols formed into three massive spider portals, slowly opening with a hiss.
"Awakened Spider God…"
Three colossal spiders emerged from the portals and descended around him—each different, each radiating an unnatural aura.
"The Spider of Time: Nanimonai.
The Spider of Space: Sora.
And the Broken End: Owari."
Phase 1: Nanimonai – Spider of Time
The first prisoner charged with a roar. Before he even reached Mohit, Nanimonai twitched.
The man stumbled, blinking, sword faltering mid-strike "He's seeing time off," said Kensei, leaning forward."Look at the way his attack is misaligned," added Rose.
Within Nanimonai's aura, the man's sense of speed warped—he slashed too soon, then too late, confused. Mohit dodged effortlessly, then raised a hand.
"Jikan no Mawari."
The man suddenly froze, seeing two images of Mohit overlapping. His body trembled, his footing lost—and Mohit knocked him unconscious with the hilt of his blade.
"That was one opponent. Time bent around him like fog," murmured Unohana.
Phase 2: Sora – Spider of Space
The next two prisoners attacked together. One lunged from the front, the other flanked from the side.
Mohit didn't move. Sora shifted behind him.
"Kagami Utsushi."
As the first prisoner's blade struck Mohit, a burst of force rebounded. The attacker screamed, falling back, bleeding from his chest—his own wound mirrored.
"25% damage reflection," said Urahara, analyzing. "Precise and clean."
"Next," Mohit muttered.
The second man lunged. Sora's body shimmered.
"Kukan no Midare."
The prisoner's sword bent oddly mid-air, suddenly veering off-course as the space distorted. He staggered, unable to understand the false depth. Mohit delivered a blow to his stomach and dropped him.
"The battlefield itself bends around him," said Yamamoto, watching coldly. "A dangerous ability, especially with timing."
Phase 3: Owari – Spider of Endings
Mohit turned. Owari, the cracked and half-awake spider, opened one glaring eye.
Six prisoners remained. Mohit gestured, awakening Owari.
"Tamashii Midare."
A black wave burst from Owari's eye. The six subjects flinched as their reiatsu faltered—like a pressure drop. Their kido attempts fizzled, sword strikes lost their edge.
"Urgh… my legs won't move right!" one shouted.
Uragiri no Kage."
A second pulse—one man dropped his sword, trembling in fear as hallucinations overtook him. Another began screaming in blind rage and attacked his comrades.
"This is… emotion-induced breakdown," Love muttered. "His Bankai can turn the battlefield into madness.Only three remained."Time to end this," Mohit said. "Kurai Inryoku."A dense wave of gravity exploded outward. All three prisoners staggered and collapsed under its force, pinned. One screamed as the pressure snapped his leg.Mohit deactivated his Bankai. The spiders dissolved, threads returning to his blade.He stood, breathing heavily. His knees shook slightly, but his face remained proud.Shunsui leaned forward in the chamber, nodding. "He did it.""He showed every function. Such a difficult bankai yet he used it like it's nothing " added Ukitake, impressed.
"Bankai drawback should begin soon," whispered Unohana, noticing Mohit's hands trembling. "He has minutes before the spiritual rot kicks in."
Yamamoto stood slowly, his eyes locked on Mohit. "…Your demonstration is complete."
Mohit bowed deeply. "Thank you, Head Captain. Thank you, honored captains. Honored officials."He turned and slowly began walking out—his steps heavier now, breath labored.
Shinji leaned back in his seat. "He's changed. That's not the guy who used to sneak snacks into class."
Arthur smirked. "No… that guy just became a captain."