Bleach Broadcast : Ichigo Has Four Dads?!

After witnessing this scene, everyone was shocked and began heated discussion!

[Komamura Sajin]: Is this true? You can't just say such things.

[Tōsen Kaname]: It seems there will be great changes in Soul Society's future. It's very likely Aizen-sama's plan will succeed.

[Komamura Sajin]: Nonsense! Are you kidding me? Captain-Commander Yamamoto can't possibly die!

[Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni]: Komamura, calm down. Everyone dies eventually. What if I die a natural death thousands of years from now? Kyōraku Shunsui is so strong he's indeed qualified to be the next captain.

[Baraggan Louisenbairn]: Haha, if you were that old, Kyōraku Shunsui might not wait any longer and just replace you.

[Yammy Llargo]: Just as the comments said, after enduring this long, this old man still can't be killed. Who can guarantee he won't have other thoughts?

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: Don't speak carelessly. Joking is fine, but I couldn't possibly have such ideas. But you Espada all have ulterior motives, and some don't even respect your leader. It's normal for you to attack Aizen.

[Ulquiorra Cifer]: Enough. Let's keep it simple. Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni will definitely be defeated by our forces. Our Aizen-sama can definitely handle him easily.

[Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni]: How arrogant. Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue? As long as I live, Aizen will never dare attack me.

[Sōsuke Aizen]: Oh, then we'll just have to wait and see.

...

The battle on screen remained quite dull.

As the calm battle dragged on, Starrk quietly observed his opponent, eyes half-lidded yet sharp with curiosity.

"You're strong, Shinigami," he said, his voice low. "Tell me something… between you and the kid—Hitsugaya—who has the stronger Bankai?"

Kyōraku Shunsui, unfazed, offered a soft chuckle beneath the brim of his straw hat.

"Captain Hitsugaya… he's a genius. Give him another hundred years, and he might just surpass me."

He paused, then added with a hint of pride, "But for now… aside from Old Man Yama, I'd say I'm still near the top."

The implication was clear.

In terms of power, experience, and killing intent—Kyōraku was already at the peak.

Starrk fell silent for a moment, then sighed.

"I see…"

With that, he glanced toward the distance—toward his partner.

"Lilynette."

At the call, his Fracción immediately dashed toward him, expression serious.

What happened next stunned the audience—especially those unfamiliar with the true nature of Arrancar.

Most Arrancar sealed their power within a sword—splitting their strength between body and blade.

But Starrk… was different.

He had split his soul itself—into two beings.

Himself… and Lilynette.

No blade. No sheath. She was his Zanpakutō.

As Lilynette merged back into him, Starrk drew a deep breath.

His voice dropped to a whisper, almost mournful in tone.

"Kick about… Los Lobos."

The world trembled.

BZZZZZZZHHHH!!

After a burst of smoke cleared, Starrk emerged in his Resurrección form with a striking new appearance. His weapons now resembled long, musket-style firearms, and his Hollow mask had transformed into an eyepatch covering his left eye. The surge in his spiritual pressure was unmistakable—he was far stronger than before.

Sensing the shift in power, Kyōraku Shunsui discarded his earlier laid-back demeanor. It was time to get serious.

"Flower winds rage and flower gods roar... heavenly winds rage and heavenly demons sneer!"

With those words, he called forth his Zanpakutō.

"Katen Kyōkotsu."

One of the rare dual-blade Zanpakutō in all of Soul Society made its appearance. The air grew tense as both fighters faced each other properly for the first time, no longer masking their intent behind casual smiles.

As Starrk leveled his muskets, he spoke softly to them, revealing something surprising—his partner Lilynette had become the very weapons he now wielded. Yet even in this form, Lilynette's voice rang out, bickering with Starrk in the middle of the battlefield.

Their light quarrel softened the mood, briefly easing the heavy atmosphere.

But Kyōraku didn't give him the chance to finish the conversation.

In a flash, he struck.

Swish!

Kyōraku might have looked easygoing on the surface, but his tactics were anything but. Ruthless and pragmatic, he never hesitated when facing an enemy. Concepts like honor held no weight when survival was at stake.

Starrk reacted swiftly, barely avoiding the surprise slash.

Not missing a beat, Kyōraku followed up.

"Bushōgoma!"

Spiritual pressure whirled outward as wind began spinning violently around him. The storm of energy obscured Starrk's vision, buying Kyōraku the time he needed to initiate his next move.

"Takaoni."

Katen Kyōkotsu's Shikai ability activated.

The battlefield transformed into a twisted reality where the rules of a child's game became law. Anyone within Kyōraku's spiritual pressure was forced into the game. And in these games, losing meant death. Even Kyōraku himself wasn't exempt.

In this round of Takaoni, the rule was simple.

"Whoever stands higher wins."

Without hesitation, Kyōraku leapt to a higher position and launched a fierce strike from above.

But Starrk wasn't caught off guard. He raised his musket and fired a powerful Cero straight into the sky, meeting the attack head-on.

BOOM!———

Kyōraku Shunsui had no choice but to rely on Shunpō, weaving through the air to escape the barrage.

Starrk unleashed a stream of Cero blasts, forcing Kyōraku into constant motion. There was no room for direct confrontation—just evasion, over and over again.

Yet for all his overwhelming power, Starrk's aim was... less than precise.

"Come on!" Lilynette's voice echoed in protest from the pistols. "You're not even close!"

But Starrk wasn't firing randomly. Behind that sleepy gaze, he was watching, calculating.

Studying Kyōraku's movements.

After a few probing shots, Starrk suddenly aimed not at where Kyōraku was—but where he would land.

BOOM!

The blast struck with pinpoint accuracy. Kyōraku couldn't dodge this time. He raised his blades just in time, slicing through the brilliant blue Cero and splitting it in two.

The moment the energy cleared, Starrk raised both pistols.

He opened fire without hesitation.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The battlefield erupted under a rain of Cero.

This was Starrk's true fighting style—what other Arrancar considered their finishing moves, Starrk fired as casually as bullets.

His right pistol unleashed devastating shots that needed time to recharge. The left fired more rapidly, though with slightly less power.

Kyōraku was pushed back with every blast, but amidst the chaos, his eyes were sharp.

Between dodging and blocking, he'd taken careful note of each weapon's rhythm and cooldown. And when the barrage finally paused, he dusted himself off and spoke with that familiar drawl.

"Even in Resurrección… those Cero still aren't enough to take me down."

Starrk offered a quiet smile.

"I see. Then I guess I'll stop holding back."

He raised both guns.

"Cero Metralleta."

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

A hailstorm of Cero bullets roared from the twin pistols, flooding the battlefield in a relentless downpour of blue light.

They came in waves, faster and denser than anything before. The range was massive, the speed merciless.

Kyōraku found himself surrounded on all sides by a wall of spiritual destruction.

The Primera Espada had finally shown his true firepower.

...

In the chat group, everyone was amazed by Starrk's ability!

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: Oh, this Starrk is really fast. He's somewhat cheating. Is his spiritual pressure truly that strong? Isn't he worried about running out of energy?

[Ichigo Kurosaki]: Is this real? It's unbelievable he can use Cero so cheaply!

[Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez]: Well, this Starrk is indeed quite strong. I'm somewhat convinced.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]: Such violent spiritual pressure! I want to fight this guy! This is an interesting battle! Better than that disgusting skeleton before—simple and pure enough!

[Baraggan Louisenbairn]: You brainless idiot, who are you implying?

...

In the projection, Kyōraku Shunsui found himself pushed to the brink.

Cero blasts rained down in a relentless hail, leaving him with no choice but to dodge desperately. The gap in firepower was clear—there was no chance to counterattack.

Internally, he sighed.

"If this keeps up… I'm in trouble."

Forced into a corner by Starrk's overwhelming offense, Kyōraku considered the unthinkable.

Maybe it was time… to release his Bankai.

But before he could decide, a familiar voice called out.

"Shunsui," Ukitake Jūshirō spoke calmly, stepping forward, "you know you can't use your Bankai here. There are too many people around."

Kyōraku gave a half-smile. He already knew that. His Bankai wasn't something you used lightly.

It was indiscriminate, dangerous to both friend and foe alike.

A Bankai that brought suffering… to everyone in range.

Without hesitation, Ukitake drew his own blades.

"All waves, rise now and become my shield… Lightning, strike now and become my blade!"

"Sōgyo no Kotowari!"

Twin blades shimmered into existence, connected by a red rope. With practiced precision, Ukitake intercepted Starrk's next volley of Cero—and reflected them back like a mirror.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

Caught off guard, Starrk's eyes widened as he was suddenly forced to dodge his own attacks.

"What the...?"

To him, it looked as if a Shinigami was using Cero against him.

Still dodging, Starrk narrowed his gaze. "How can you do that? Only Hollows are supposed to use Cero."

Ukitake gave a calm smile. "Fire again, and you'll understand."

Intrigued, Starrk didn't hesitate.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

The reflected blasts came right back at him again, identical to the ones he had just launched.

Starrk quickly analyzed the ability. So… he's absorbing Cero and redirecting them?

His sharp mind began piecing it together.

Those red cords… they're regulating the energy flow. Adjusting speed, output, maybe even power... But there must be a limit. If I fire fast enough, even he won't be able to keep up.

"If I just hit him with a thousand consecutive Cero…" he muttered, "there's no way he can absorb them all."

Starrk prepared to unleash Cero Metralleta again—but just then, he felt a chill behind him.

Swish!

Kyōraku had reappeared.

Another ambush.

Starrk gritted his teeth and leapt away, shouting in frustration, "You two really have no sense of honor! Two against one?"

But Kyōraku only gave a light shrug.

"I never said this was going to be a one-on-one."

The response made Starrk's expression darken.

This man—this Captain who appeared so carefree—was nothing like him after all.

Though Starrk fought under orders, he still hoped to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.

But Kyōraku? Beneath the hat and lazy smile was someone who would do anything to win. Someone who would lie, ambush, and overwhelm his enemies if it meant protecting Soul Society.

In that moment, Starrk understood.

Their paths were different. Their resolve, even more so.

There was no turning back.

This… would be a battle to the death.

...

In the chat group, members of different factions discussed:

[Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez]: Hmph, you Shinigami really have no principles. Two-on-one is totally despicable.

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: If we can gain numerical advantage, we must fully utilize it.

[Ukitake Jūshirō]: You don't really think this is a fair duel, do you? To win the war, using any means is normal.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]: Hmph, it's really meaningless. What's the point of two-on-one? Such a hearty battle was ruined. I'd be very unhappy if it were me.

[Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni]: Kenpachi Zaraki, you'd better stop talking.

[Nnoitra Gilga]: I agree with Kenpachi Zaraki on this point. Real men should fight purely. Don't use fancy techniques. Even two-on-one is blasphemy against dueling.

[Ulquiorra Cifer]: Not bad! Starrk can still win back some ground for us.

At this moment, Starrk was alone against two top captains.

One was the future Captain-Commander!

The other was the Soul King's right hand!

This record was indeed enough for him to boast for ages!

...

On screen, Starrk continued firing a relentless barrage of Cero.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!

Each blast rocked the battlefield, shaking the air with sheer spiritual pressure. Every time Starrk opened fire, Kyōraku Shunsui tried to flash step to his blind spot, blade ready to strike.

But after several rounds of being shadowed and harassed, Starrk's irritation started to show.

With a sharp breath, he spun midair, unleashing a full-circle spray of energy—an indiscriminate barrage.

He'd had enough of playing tag.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

No tactics. No tricks. Just raw spiritual power unleashed like a storm from a roaming gunner.

That was the strength of the Primera Espada. With this much reiryoku, he didn't need elegance—just overwhelming firepower.

The air around Kyōraku shimmered and cracked from the sheer pressure. The retreat paths he might have taken were completely blocked.

There was only one opening left—and Starrk was already aiming for it.

BANG!!

A direct hit.

But as the smoke cleared, Starrk's eyes widened.

It wasn't Kyōraku.

It was Ukitake Jūshirō.

BANG!!

A second blast followed instantly—this one fired from behind.

Kyōraku had flanked him again.

Starrk cursed under his breath, forced to dodge as another slash came dangerously close.

For all his efforts, he still hadn't cornered Kyōraku.

Instead, it felt like he was the one being outmaneuvered.

From his pistols, Lilynette's voice rang out in protest.

"Two-on-one is cheating! Don't you guys have any shame?!"

Ukitake, still calm, gave a wry smile.

"But you're two in one, aren't you? That makes it fair—two versus two."

...

Then the scene shifted once again.

Starrk, already wearied by the two-on-one battle, now found himself facing two more formidable opponents—Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi and Love Aikawa of the Visored.

His clash with Kyōraku and Ukitake had been suddenly cut short by the appearance of Wonderweiss Margela, pulling the Captains' attention away.

Now, with Kyōraku and Ukitake engaged elsewhere, Starrk stood alone once more.

He glanced around and noticed something that made his chest tighten.

Baraggan was gone.

And Aizen… stood watching silently, completely unmoved by the Espada's death.

A flicker of sorrow passed through Starrk's eyes.

Even in battle, he had always felt alone. But seeing Aizen's indifference toward Baraggan's fall—toward any of them—made that loneliness sink even deeper.

A heavy silence filled him.

So when Love Aikawa struck with his cactus-shaped Zanpakutō Tengumaru, smashing Starrk into the ground with brute force, Starrk barely resisted.

He lay there for a while, unmoving.

As if sleep might be preferable to continuing this fight.

"Starrk!" Lilynette's voice echoed from the twin pistols. "What are you doing?! Get up already!"

But Starrk didn't move. His voice was dull, almost lifeless.

"…Just five more minutes."

Lilynette fumed. "This isn't nap time! They're going to kill us!"

Still, he stayed down, staring at the sky like someone too tired to care anymore.

Eventually, Lilynette's frustration turned into something softer.

A quiet plea.

"You're not alone anymore… Remember? After we split, it wasn't just you. We fight together now."

Those words slowly reached him.

Starrk's eyes opened slightly. He took a breath, steady and heavy.

"You're right…"

With effort, he rose to his feet.

The twin pistols faded from his hands.

A new power began to surge within him.

"I'll fight... properly this time."

He raised his hand.

"Cero Metralleta."

But this time, it wasn't a rapid-fire barrage.

Instead, his soul split again—fragments of his very being scattered into the air, each taking form as a wolf wreathed in eerie blue flame.

Dozens of them.

Each one a piece of himself. A piece of Lilynette.

They ran across the battlefield with unnatural speed.

And as soon as they reached their targets, they exploded.

The wolves ignored all physical attacks, homing in on their prey with precision.

Even with their Hollowfication activated, Rose and Love were forced to retreat under the relentless assault.

They were facing more than just an Espada.

They were facing the full force of Starrk's soul—his loneliness, his pain, his power—given form.

And now, he was no longer holding back.

...

Comments also appeared at this moment:

The two performance was disgraceful.

Maybe they're just slightly better than Kensei Muguruma?

So the question is, how many Kensei can Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi and Love Aikawa beat?

Kensei went offline, haha, he must have been severely abused by Wonderweiss.

Starrk is indeed Number 1. He can handle so many captains alone. Always one-on-two—the best performance among Arrancar. He even fell asleep during fights, an unprecedented strong-man style.

It'd be more perfect if his Cero didn't outline human shapes.

Indeed, this Cero always fails to hit people—I almost thought he was deliberately losing.

...

In the chat group, the audience also recognized Starrk's strength.

[Hitsugaya Tōshirō]: This Espada is indeed quite strong. It's really difficult dealing with him when two captains always fight together.

[Byakuya Kuchiki]: His soul split—the explosion power is so strong, and it's basically impossible to stop them from approaching. Really tricky.

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: He's indeed a respectable opponent, but his fighting spirit is lacking. His personality resonates with me greatly.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]: This opponent is indeed quite strong, but lacks fighting spirit. Otherwise, I'd really like to battle him.

[Kusajishi Yachiru]: Yes, Ken-chan, Lilynette and Starrk have a very good relationship—they can even merge together. It's truly an enviable relationship.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]: Indeed, I don't know why, but I always feel you're somewhat like me... I feel sympathy.

...

In the projection, the tide of battle shifted one final time.

With his soul divided and his full power unleashed, Starrk had quickly overwhelmed Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi and Love Aikawa. Their Hollowfied forms fell, no longer able to fight.

As Starrk descended slowly from the air, his expression was calm, almost resigned. He was preparing to end the battle.

But just as his feet touched the ground—

Swish!

A blade pierced cleanly through his chest.

Starrk's eyes widened in disbelief.

His spiritual pressure flared, flickered, then wavered.

Despite all his power, his greatest weakness had shown itself: his defense was lacking, and the cost of splitting his soul had left his main body fragile. A single strike—well-placed and perfectly timed—was enough to bring him down.

He staggered, eyes searching.

There was no one behind him.

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