Hitsugaya Tōshirō.
A young genius—the youngest ever to attain the rank of captain in the Gotei 13. Wielding the strongest ice and snow Zanpakutō, Hyōrinmaru, he was a prodigy acknowledged even by the most discerning of critics.
Despite his stern demeanor and exceptional talent, he held a quiet, unspoken secret in his heart.
He liked Hinamori Momo—his childhood friend, gentle and kind, though not particularly remarkable.
So when he stumbled upon a scene—Hinamori Momo in the arms of a stranger, and none other than Yamamoto Mei, the esteemed eldest daughter of the Yamamoto family, standing casually beside them—Tōshirō felt something inside him snap.
Without thinking, his hand had already moved to his Zanpakutō.
"Wait, Tōshirō! This isn't what it looks like!" Yamamoto Mei quickly raised her hand, sensing the rising pressure in the air. Her voice was calm, measured, though slightly amused at the misunderstanding. "We weren't kidnapped or coerced."
Tōshirō's narrowed eyes flicked to her. The aura he gave off made even experienced Shinigami cautious.
But Mei remained composed, continuing with a polite smile. "This is Mr. Daemon. He and his companions are guests I personally invited to the Soul Society. We were on our way to visit the Head Captain."
"Guests of the Head Captain?" Tōshirō paused, visibly caught off guard. A moment of confusion flickered in his icy gaze, but the tension in his body didn't ease. "Then why… why is Momo with you?" His tone sharpened. "And why is she in his arms?"
He turned his gaze to Daemon, whose arm was still draped firmly around Momo's waist. The sight made something visceral twist inside him.
"Explain yourself," Tōshirō said coldly. "Why is Momo being held like this by a stranger? Are you seriously claiming this isn't a hostage situation?"
Daemon chuckled softly, his grip on Hinamori tightening ever so slightly, just enough to remind her—and perhaps Tōshirō—who was in control.
"Captain Aizen is an old acquaintance," he replied smoothly. "He had an urgent matter and couldn't host me personally, so he asked his most trusted vice-captain to take care of me. That's all."
"Take care?" Tōshirō scoffed, voice rising. His spiritual pressure crackled like an oncoming storm. "Is this what we call hospitality now? Since when did the Gotei 13 stoop so low—sending vice-captains to entertain guests with their bodies?!"
Mei's eyes narrowed sharply. She didn't even bother to address him by name now. "Mind your words, Tenth Division Captain. No one forced her. Neither Aizen nor Mr. Daemon. It was her own choice."
She turned her head slightly. "Isn't that right, Vice-Captain Hinamori?"
Momo trembled under everyone's gaze, a faint shimmer of tears forming in her eyes.
"T-Tōshirō…" Tōshirō's body tensed at her shaky whisper.
"Don't worry, Momo." He spoke with soft conviction, trying not to scare her. "You're safe now. I'll get you away from them—whatever they did to you, I can fix it."
"Ahh…" Mei let out a sigh laced with irritation and irony. Where does this reckless confidence even come from? She thought to herself.
The same child who was effortlessly crushed by Aizen in the original events now thinks he can stand up to people like Daemon and me?
Hinamori Momo stood frozen, caught in a web of confusion and obligation.
Did Captain Aizen force me? Did Mr. Daemon?
She couldn't tell anymore.
Captain Aizen had asked—politely, gently—that she look after Daemon in his absence. And she… agreed. Not because she wanted to, necessarily. But because she didn't want to disappoint him.
So no… he didn't really force me…
And Mr. Daemon?
Her cheeks flushed. His hand was firm but not crude, and his attitude had been kind. Almost eerily similar to Captain Aizen's gentle charm.
Then Tōshirō's voice cut through the haze of her thoughts again, filled with desperation.
"Momo! Don't worry—I'm the Captain of the Tenth Division now. I can protect you!"
He reached for his sword.
But then—
"No… Tōshirō, you really misunderstood."
Momo lowered her head. Her voice trembled like a whisper in the wind, but it carried.
"Neither Captain Aizen nor Mr. Daemon forced me. Captain Aizen asked me to take care of him, and I… I agreed."
The air fell silent.
Everyone heard her.
Yamamoto Mei's smile turned colder. So this is the girl who threw herself at danger for a man who used her like a pawn in the original history. Still the same naive fool.
Daemon's smile, on the other hand, was gentle—almost fond. She's foolish, yes. But she's beautiful. And she belongs to me, now.
Shinobu bit her lip, conflicted. Part of her wanted to pity Momo's innocence. The other part saw it as dangerous.
Kasumigaoka Utaha scoffed quietly. A girl like this would fall into anyone's hands eventually. At least with Daemon, she won't be wasted.
Tōshirō looked shattered.
"What… did you just say?"
Cold mist began to curl from his lips as he struggled to contain the surge of icy rage building in his chest.
Rangiku, standing to the side, stepped forward. "Captain—please. Don't do anything reckless."
"Matsumoto, don't stop me." His voice was low, frigid. "She must've been threatened. There's no way she'd willingly say that. She's just… trying to protect Aizen."
His eyes, normally so clear, now clouded with a stubborn belief. To him, Momo was too kind. Too selfless. If she claimed she hadn't been coerced, it must have been a lie—a lie to protect those who manipulated her.
Because in Tōshirō's heart, Momo could never be willing to betray herself.
And so, clinging to that belief, he stepped forward, ice beginning to spread beneath his feet.
[Chat Group]
Uchiha Miyuki: "It's starting! I knew that hothead Toshiro couldn't hold it in!"
Luo Hao: "Are we sure he's an ice-type user and not a flame-type? That temper feels like molten lava, not snow."
Jibril: "Reminds me of Esdeath. Ice-type powers, but the temperament of a berserker. Honestly, she's even more volatile than Admiral Akainu."
Esdeath: "Hmph. Cold is the natural enemy of life. Why shouldn't we who command it be merciless? The world deserves to kneel before us."
Uchiha Miyuki: "Okay, okay, save the evil monologues for later. The real question is: How long can Toshiro survive against His Highness Daemon, the strongest of us all?"
Luo Hao: "Unless Daemon's feeling playful and holds back, I'd say one move. The power difference is… astronomical."
Esdeath: "Exactly. Unless he wants to toy with him, this'll be over in a blink."
Jibril: "And this little one doesn't have fairy beans like me, so no miracle recoveries either."
Sawamura Eriri: "Kinda tragic when you think about it… Childhood sweetheart stolen, body battered, soul crushed. This is straight out of a peak dramatic light novel."
Tohsaka Sakura: "Poor Captain…"
Nakiri Erina: "Well, it is his fault for letting Hinamori get swayed by that silver-tongued villain Aizen and then standing against Daemon. Some tragedies write themselves."
Most of the chat group members had long ceased caring about right and wrong.
Their playful banter disguised the way they'd all grown accustomed to Daemon's overwhelming strength and domination—even when it involved suppressing justice or "stealing" innocent girls.
The once pure-hearted had been twisted by the thrill of power and spectacle.
Soul Society – Seireitei
"This is my final warning, Toshiro," Yamamoto Mei said calmly, her gaze resting solemnly on the young captain. "Don't be reckless."
Despite the intensity in her voice, there was pity too—a rare softness from the dignified eldest daughter of the Gotei 13.
"You cannot defeat Daemon. And more than that… Momo made her choice. Are you really going to humiliate yourself—and hurt her—just to play the tragic hero?"
"Shut up, Yamamoto Mei!" Toshiro snarled, rage boiling over as his reiatsu exploded into the sky. "You're siding with outsiders now? Betraying your own for a guy like him!?"
He could hardly contain the storm inside. The cold air cracked as ice crystals spiraled around him, the temperature plummeting.
"Shikai: Daiguren Hyōrinmaru!!"
Toshiro didn't hesitate—he knew Daemon wasn't someone he could take lightly. This wasn't about testing strength. It was about landing any blow he could, no matter how slim the chance.
But—
The ice dragon never fully formed.
In a moment that defied reason, the majestic frozen beast dissolved mid-air, its body vanishing into harmless mist.
All around them, Toshiro's reiatsu was suppressed and scattered like dust in the wind.
"What…?" he muttered, stunned. "No… no way…"
Even Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes widened. "His… Shikai failed? Completely? How's that even possible…?"
"Wait… could it be…?" Toshiro's mind raced. And then he saw him.
Daemon stood casually, one arm around Hinamori Momo, smiling with quiet amusement. His robes shimmered with an almost unreal heat—waves of energy so intense they seemed to warp the very air.
"Nikyaketaisaku Fuku," Daemon said softly, naming the Noble Phantasm gifted to him by the death of a Transmigrator.
"This cloak burns at 20 million degrees," he explained, calm and composed. "Even Ryūjin Jakka would be snuffed out by this. Your Hyōrinmaru never stood a chance."
Yamamoto Mei sighed beside him. "As expected… this is how it ends."
She looked at Toshiro with something like regret. In another timeline, the boy had lost his Shikai to an enemy's counter-resonance.
That was devastating enough. But now? Daemon didn't even need to steal it—he simply overwhelmed it.
Hyōrinmaru's cold was completely annihilated by Daemon's unmatched heat.
Still, Toshiro wasn't one to give up.
"Even without Shikai… I still have this!"
He roared again, forcing the remnants of his spiritual pressure into form. An ice dragon reappeared behind him, red lotus petals scattered through the air, but its strength was faint—a pale echo of its former self.
Daemon only looked at him with gentle pity.
"People don't fear reality because it's dangerous. They fear it because it's cold, cruel, and indifferent," he said, drawing a golden sword, the air humming with divine pressure.
"Ice may numb the body, Toshiro but it's the truth that numbs the soul."
"Please don't kill him," Yamamoto Mei said softly. "The future of Soul Society still needs him."
"Fine."
Daemon nodded.
"Don't mock me like that!!"
Toshiro's fury erupted one final time. His blade cleaved the air—
"Ice Dragon Spiral Tail!!"
A tidal wave of frost surged forward, freezing the very sky.
Daemon lifted his sword.
A single slash.
"God Avoid!"
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