Bleach: Soi-Fon's Challenge Begins with Ultra Instinct

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General Care Clinic

Sui-Feng paced before the entrance, eyes flicking toward the door again and again, her brows furrowed, jaw tight, and voice low with repeated muttering. "Why isn't he here yet… how long has it been… is it not over…"

Omaeda sat slumped in the aisle, slowly working through a bunch of plantains as he watched her circle like a storm. He looked hollow. After more than thirty minutes of this routine, the scene had grown as exhausting as it was tense.

When she turned again and caught his indifferent stare, her temper snapped. "Eat, eat, eat—do you still have the heart to eat?!"

Omaeda blinked, confused, tossed the half-eaten banana into the trash, and sighed internally. What did I do this time…

"I'm going to check it out," Sui-Feng said abruptly. She paused for half a breath, then marched toward the gate.

Omaeda groaned. "Captain, please… just wait a bit longer. Kenpachi's Reiatsu has already calmed. The battle should be over by now…"

Earlier, both of them had been nearly flattened by Zaraki Kenpachi's oppressive spiritual pressure. Sui-Feng had looked ready to tear down the clinic wall, barely restrained by Omaeda's frantic reminder that even Yamamoto was present. That reminder had bought peace—barely—but it hadn't spared Omaeda from thirty minutes of anxious muttering.

"Kenpachi is a mad dog," she had said. "That brute doesn't know restraint. If he touches Su Li, I'll kill him." Over and over. She paced, fumed, cursed, while Omaeda repeated every comforting phrase he could think of—at least ten times. Now, he was a man running on spiritual fumes.

Then the door opened.

Both turned instantly.

A petite figure entered first, supporting the tall, bloodied body slung over her shoulder.

Kusajishi Yachiru. And Captain Zaraki Kenpachi.

They rushed forward. The moment they saw Kenpachi's condition, Omaeda's jaw fell. The man looked like he'd fought to the brink of death—and lost. This wasn't sparring; this was battlefield carnage.

Sui-Feng's spiritual pressure surged violently beside him. Neither she nor Omaeda had truly believed Su Li could defeat Kenpachi—not in any serious confrontation. Kenpachi didn't pull punches. He fought until someone was unconscious or dead.

And now, seeing the Captain's battered body, only one conclusion made sense.

Sui-Feng's voice dropped to a blade's edge. "Where's the other one?"

Yachiru tilted her head and smiled cheerfully. "Looking for little Susu? He's not coming."

The words landed like a blade. Sui-Feng froze. Omaeda, too. Not coming? Did that mean he was…

BOOM.

Sui-Feng vanished into Shunpo, bloodlust radiating off her in waves. The air itself twisted around where she had stood.

Omaeda collapsed to the floor, legs shaking as he imagined his own funeral. First Kenpachi and Yachiru would die. Then she'd come for him. His eyes welled up. Mom… your son is going on a long voyage… never to return…

But Yachiru continued, unfazed. "He won. Not a scratch on him."

She patted Kenpachi's back with a giggle and stepped inside the clinic.

Sui-Feng and Omaeda remained frozen. For a moment, neither seemed able to process what they'd heard.

"…Eh?" she murmured.

"…Nani?" Omaeda echoed.

They looked at each other as if they'd just heard someone say a rabbit had devoured a lion.

Su Li had defeated Zaraki Kenpachi. And hadn't taken a single injury.

The very same Kenpachi whose sword pressure had shaken even Sui-Feng's heart only minutes ago.

Words failed them.

Eventually, clarity returned. Sui-Feng's expression shifted—fury, shock, relief, awe—all flickering across her face in an unspoken storm of emotion. Even without witnessing it, she understood what must've happened.

Omaeda, meanwhile, turned bright red with joy, looking every bit the loyal subordinate ready to sing Su Li's praises from the rooftops.

Sui-Feng removed her captain's haori, tossed it to Omaeda, and said quietly, "Let me know when the inauguration ceremony begins."

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away.

Omaeda stood there, stunned, holding her haori like a sacred relic.

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Meanwhile, in Karakura Town

Urahara Shop

"Yohoho… looks like Soul Society's birthed another monster."

Urahara Kisuke chuckled softly, eyes scanning fresh intelligence reports as a faint smile tugged at his lips. But despite the grin, a glint of real shock flickered in his eyes.

"What's up? What's the news?" asked a lazy voice from the couch.

A black cat stretched its limbs—Shihōin Yoruichi.

"From what I've gathered…" Urahara murmured, eyes narrowing. "Soul Society's got a prodigy now."

This time his chuckle faded into a flat line of seriousness.

"A sixteen-year-old boy. Challenged Zaraki Kenpachi. Won. Walked away without a scratch."

The quiet in the room deepened. Even Yoruichi, until now sprawled on the couch, sat upright with a sharpened gaze.

"…Is your intel reliable?" she asked, voice low.

It wasn't that she doubted easily. But this—this was ridiculous.

Urahara stood, opened his signature fan, and struck a playful pose. "Chōzetsu shinjitsu!!" he declared.

Tap tap. The fan clicked shut. The room remained silent.

"…Completely reliable," he said, this time without theatrics.

Yoruichi rose. "Talk."

Tessai, preparing tea nearby, calmly took a seat and poured Urahara's cup, ready for the briefing.

"Sixteen years old. Top scores in Hakuda and Shunpo. Defeated a Vasto Lorde. Faced Zaraki Kenpachi—who removed his limiter—and still walked away uninjured. His name's Su Li."

With each line, the air in the room seemed to thin.

Yoruichi exhaled, almost whispering, "Since when did Soul Society raise someone like that?"

Urahara's smile returned, though it lacked warmth. "Same thought I had when I read the report. Seems the Gotei still has a few secrets left."

Yoruichi lay back again, folding her arms behind her head. "Still doesn't concern us. We're just exiles now."

She closed her eyes, preparing for a nap.

But Urahara's fan flicked open again with a crisp snap.

"Maybe not. But it concerns you, Miss Yoruichi."

Her eyes slid open lazily. "How so?"

Urahara lowered the fan, letting only part of his face show behind it, voice dipped in intrigue.

"Su Li is now… Captain of Squad Two."

Yoruichi bolted upright. "What?!"

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