As things moved on,the soul society he,ad from his old scars and now the new generation of soul reappear were
Ready to join there squads and write their future and these were renji,Izuru,shuhei rukia , Ikaku and humichika , momo , textheir graduation test came near. Just as always, the teachers of the Academy sent personal portfolios of the students to the captains
Meanwhile, Momo was pacing near the Academy gate with Izuru.
"Do you think Captain Aizen looked at my portfolio already?!"
Izuru gave a soft sigh. "I'm sure he did. He's… thorough."
The portfolio first went to Squad Two Captain Yoruichi.
She, like always, rejected all the portfolios, saying the stealth test of the Academy "does not match her standards."
In the command room, she leaned back with a grin.
"They're cute. But not quiet enough to be shadows."
Renji scoffed when he heard. "Tch, what'd she expect? We're not ghosts!"
Next, Squad Three Captain Gin took interest in the portfolio of Izuru Kira.
Gin's grin stretched as he reviewed Izuru's file. "Hmm… calm eyes, quiet soul. I like this one."
Izuru swallowed hard when he got the news.
"Oh… I guess I should be honored?"
Hisagi chuckled. "Congrats on being Gin's new favorite. Try not to get poisoned."
Squad Five Captain Aizen showed keen interest in Momo Hinamori.
"Heh," Momo blushed with joy. "I knew it… he always said I was diligent."
Aizen, in his quarters, spoke softly while setting the portfolio aside.
"She's bright. Obedient. Easy to mold."
Squad Six Captain Byakuya sent the portfolio back without a word, but his eyes paused on one name before he sealed the scroll: Renji Abarai.
Renji stood frozen when the teacher announced it.
"Me? Seriously? Captain Kuchiki?!"
Rukia smiled lightly. "You better fix that attitude now."
Squad Seven Captain Sanji Komamura showed interest in Tetsuzaemon Iba.
"He's got discipline," Komamura said to his seated vice-captain. "And he knows how to follow orders."
Iba pumped his fist. "Yesss! Squad Seven! That's where the real men go!"
Squad Nine Captain Tōsen selected Shūhei Hisagi.
"I value his calm nature," Tōsen said. "His resolve is soundless."
Shūhei bowed respectfully. "I'll honor your faith, sir."
Ukitake sent the portfolio back while showing interest in Rukia.
"Hmm," he smiled warmly. "That girl has a calm strength… like a certain someone I used to know."
Rukia quietly accepted. "Squad 13… I'll make you proud, Kaien-dono."
Ikkaku was selected by Squad Eleven Captain Zaraki after the portfolio reviewing ceremony.
"He picked me?" Ikkaku laughed, cracking his knuckles. "Oh man, I'm gonna be in fights every day! This is heaven!"
Renji raised a brow. "You're insane."
As the portfolio reviewing ceremony ended, the graduation began.
All the captains — Yoruichi of Squad 2, Gin of Squad 3, Tōsen of Squad 9, Sanji of Squad 7, Aizen of Squad 5, Shunsui, Ukitake, Mohit, Mayuri, Zaraki, and Squad 6's Byakuya — all stood under their squad banners. Their respective squad symbols waved behind them with elegance and pride.
All eyes turned toward the newly graduating students. The moment had come.
The students stood in rows, uniforms pressed, hands steady at their sides. One by one, names were called and matched to the squads they had been selected for — just like in the traditional ceremony in years past.
Renji stood proudly under Squad 6's banner.
"Guess I better start learning how to act all noble and stiff…"
Izuru approached Gin cautiously. The silver-haired captain simply smiled, eyes closed.
"Let's have fun, Izuru-kun."
Momo couldn't stop smiling under Squad 5's banner.
"Captain Aizen… I won't let you down!"
Iba stood like a rock under Komamura's gaze, giving a solid nod.
"I'm ready for orders, Captain!"
Hisagi stood silently near Tōsen, his eyes reflecting calm honor.
Rukia approached Ukitake, who welcomed her gently with a warm smile.
Ikkaku stood under Zaraki's banner with pride, already itching for a fight.
Meanwhile, Mohit, Shunsui, and Mayuri chose no candidate from this year's academic students.
Shunsui leaned against his pole, sake in hand, and whispered to Ukitake,
"They're talented… but not ready for my kind of squad life."
Mayuri sneered from under his mask. "None of them are interesting enough for science."
Mohit remained motionless. No words. No gestures. Just silent observance.
Some of the students whispered behind his back.
"He didn't pick anyone…"
"He always skips choosing students…"
"I heard he's cold because he was the top of his year…"
Renji turned to Rukia.
"Think any of us will get that good?"
Rukia simply replied, "That depends on what kind of Shinigami we choose to become."
As the graduation ceremony came to a close, the Academy bell rang — loud, proud, and ancient. This day marked a turning point in the lives of the new generation.
The new gen was officially selected to their squads, and as their captains led them away, the Academy staff watched with a mix of hope and quiet unease.
For every generation has its storm — and this one was just beginning.
Time passed. The new generation gradually settled into their respective squads. They grew stronger, endured the discipline, and gained the trust of their captains. Eventually, they earned the honor few Shinigami ever achieve.
Izuru, Renji, Hisagi, Momo, and Tetsuzaemon — the very same batch that once argued in the Academy halls — now stood proudly as lieutenants of their squads. The left hand of their captains. The bearers of their division's will.
They were known across the Seireitei as the Left-Hand Batch — a title whispered with a mix of pride and awe.
Scene – Squad 12 Barracks, Mohit's Office
While the others were busy fulfilling their new roles, Captain Mohit sat in his quiet office, signing off reports. His pen scratched smoothly across the scroll, each stroke as precise as his swordsmanship. His expression, as always, was unreadable.
A soft knock broke the silence.
"Enter," Mohit said without looking up.
Rangiku Matsumoto, the vivacious 3 seat of Squad 10, stepped in, unusually serious.
"Captain Mohit, I've got a report that just came in from the surveillance posts in the World of the Living."
Mohit's pen stopped. His eyes lifted.
Rangiku stepped forward, placing the file on his desk.
"One of the stationed Shinigami has been found dead. His soul sleep was torn apart… the signs suggest he never even got to release his Zanpakutō."
Mohit narrowed his gaze.
"Cause of death?"
"We believe it was a Hollow… but there's something strange about the reiatsu patterns. It had a trace of a Shinigami's spiritual signature."
Mohit's thoughts went still.
(This is the incident… the one involving Isshin Shiba. The night he encounters the Hollow created by Aizen.)
He looked up. "Have any other squads responded to this?"
Rangiku shook her head.
"No sir. Head-Captain Yamamoto assigned this matter directly to Squad 10. We're to handle it quietly."
Mohit exhaled softly through his nose.
"Send Isshin to investigate the scene."
"Yes, Captain," Rangiku said, giving a small nod before exiting the room.
Scene – Squad 10 Grounds
Rangiku found lieutenant Isshin Shiba lounging on the roof of the Squad 10 barracks, as usual.
"Isshin!" she called up. "Orders just came in from Captain Mohit. You're to head to the World of the Living — investigate the soul bird killing. The Captain wants you on-site immediately."
Isshin sat up, yawning. "Eh? Thought that was just a rumor." He grinned. "Well, I guess it's time to stretch my legs."
He got up, brushed the dust off his haori, and gave a thumbs-up.
"Tell Mohit I'll bring back results… or souvenirs."
He arrived at Mohit's office a few minutes later for formal deployment.
"You sure you want me handling this solo?" Isshin asked.
Mohit looked up from a second report.
"I trust your instincts. But stay sharp… this isn't just any Hollow."
With a respectful nod, Isshin stepped through the Senkaimon — heading to the Human World.
Scene – World of the Living (Karakura Town)
Hours passed. Isshin had combed through the area where the Shinigami was killed. The streets were quiet, but the spiritual pressure in the air felt… twisted.
"Feels like I'm being watched," Isshin muttered, hand resting on his Zanpakutō.
A pulse of violent reiatsu suddenly shook the air.
From the shadows, a grotesque Hollow stepped forth — humanoid in build, with pale, armor-like skin and a sickeningly human-shaped mask.
"What the hell…?" Isshin drew his blade. "You don't feel like a normal Hollow."
The Hollow lunged.
Clang!
Isshin blocked the first strike and countered, releasing his Zanpakutō.
"Engetsu!"
Their blades clashed in the moonlight. The Hollow was fast — unnaturally fast — and every time Isshin struck it, his blade sparked off the creature's hide like it was steel.
"This thing's resisting Shikai attacks?" he muttered. "No way that's natural."
Mid-battle, the Hollow opened its jaw and released a shockwave of spiritual pressure. It was part-Hollow, part-Shinigami. Aizen's creation: Hollow White.
Just as Isshin began to lose footing, a flash of blue light struck the Hollow's back.
"Halt!" a female voice rang out.
A slender girl in a white Quincy uniform emerged from the rooftop. She fired another Heilig Pfeil arrow into the Hollow, giving Isshin a moment to recover.
"What the—? A Quincy?" he muttered.
"I'll keep it distracted," she called out, voice steady.
Together, they overwhelmed the Hollow. As it let out a screeching roar, Isshin struck its mask clean through with a final arc of Engetsu.
The beast disintegrated into dust.
But the girl suddenly dropped to her knees.
"Hey—hey!" Isshin shouted, rushing to her side. "Are you hurt?"
He noticed a glowing bite mark on her shoulder, the Hollow's corruption already sinking in.
"What's your name?" he asked, holding her up gently.
"…Makisa," she whispered before falling unconscious in his arms.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed across the rooftop.
A young man with white hair, dressed in a crisp Quincy suit, stepped out of the shadows. His eyes were cold, calculating.
"Makisa," he said, walking calmly toward them.
Isshin narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
The man didn't answer right away. Instead, he lifted Makisa into his arms effortlessly and turned his gaze on Isshin with thinly veiled disgust.
"A Soul Reaper?" he muttered. "She got involved with one of you?"
The pressure in the air shifted.
Ryuken said nothing. He gave Isshin a brief, scathing glare.
"Don't follow us," he said, disappearing into the night with Makisa in his arms.
Isshin stood alone on the rooftop, sword still drawn.
He looked up at the stars.
"Damn… what in the world is happening?"