Bleach Broadcast : Ichigo Has Four Dads?!

Starrk, the honest soul who never truly wanted to fight, had been brought down by a trick attack—something he never expected from someone like Kyōraku.

Still trying to understand, Starrk turned his head slightly, voice weak.

"…How?"

Kyōraku exhaled softly.

"My Zanpakutō, Katen Kyōkotsu, plays children's games."

He looked Starrk in the eye.

"And the game we're playing… is Kageoni."

The Shadow Demon Game.

In this game, anyone within Katen Kyōkotsu's influence—friend or foe—could strike through shadows.

That meant if Kyōraku's shadow touched Starrk's… a blade could come from anywhere.

It didn't matter how powerful Starrk's Cero was. It didn't matter how many wolves he summoned.

All Kyōraku needed… was one shadow.

One moment.

And he had taken it.

...

Comments floated in response:

The future Captain-Commander is so unethical—the most treacherous of the Shinigami.

He actually came to deceive and sneak attack poor Uncle Wolf!!

Invisible Empire: ???

This captain is not only very strong but also very cunning! Though Uncle Wolf is powerful, he's unwilling to fight.

The Shikai truly reflects a person's personality. The lazy Primera—even fighting is like a game.

The person most unwilling to fight is forced to battle. It's really pitiful for the Espada.

Why do I feel the Shinigami are more like villains?

...

After realizing the nature of Kyōraku Shunsui's ability, Starrk's instincts kicked in.

He immediately soared into the sky, putting distance between himself and his own shadow. As long as he remained airborne, Kyōraku wouldn't be able to strike through it.

But Kyōraku… wasn't playing fair.

In this game, he was both referee and participant.

Fairness? That was never part of the rules.

Without warning, he called out a new command.

"Takaoni."

The rules shifted again.

Now, whoever stood higher gained the advantage in attack power.

Kyōraku rocketed into the sky, twin blades gleaming, and struck downward with heavy force.

This was his moment. He was going to end it.

But Starrk wasn't finished yet.

Blue flames ignited around him as his wolf pack reappeared, summoned as living weapons and shields. The wolves howled, circling to protect him.

Kyōraku's blade met searing energy, and he was forced to fall back.

Then something changed.

Kyōraku paused.

He no longer heard Lilynette's voice coming from Starrk's guns. She had been loud, talkative, and emotional during every step of the battle.

Now… nothing.

And Starrk was muttering to himself, voice low and distant.

Kyōraku narrowed his eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken… your girl—Lilynette—she's in the wolf pack, isn't she?"

His voice was calm but sharp, every word deliberate.

"If those wolves are destroyed, she'll disappear with them."

It was a calculated strike—not with a blade, but with psychological pressure.

Starrk's expression instantly darkened.

Kyōraku saw the change—and pressed the advantage.

Swish!

He flash-stepped above Starrk and struck downward, sword slicing with lethal precision.

But Starrk wasn't idle. He understood the game just as well.

Swish!

Using Sonído, he vanished and reappeared high above Kyōraku, slashing down in retaliation.

Kyōraku was knocked out of the air, crashing to the ground in a burst of dust. The clash entered a brief stalemate—neither side gaining full control.

Then Kyōraku changed the rules once again.

"Kageoni."

The battlefield shifted back to the Shadow Demon Game.

Kyōraku's right hand was empty—so he plunged his blade into the ground, striking through his own shadow.

Stab!

The attack pierced Starrk's foot, drawing blood and forcing the Espada to take flight again.

But Starrk had been learning.

These strange games were confusing at first, but he was adapting.

This time, he made the first move.

From the shadows, his wolf pack emerged—silent, fast, and deadly.

They darted toward Kyōraku from behind.

Too fast.

Too close.

Kyōraku didn't have time to dodge.

BOOM!!!

The explosion soared high into the sky, filling the air with smoke and blue fire.

Dust rolled across the battlefield.

But in that moment, Starrk wasn't looking at his opponent.

He was calling out, voice strained.

"Lilynette!"

There was silence.

Then, faintly, one of the three remaining wolves whimpered in response.

Starrk let out a soft sigh of relief—but it didn't last.

Only three wolves remained.

That meant Lilynette's presence was fading. Every wolf destroyed… was another piece of her soul lost.

And the thought of losing her completely—

That was something Starrk couldn't accept.

His eyes darkened. The loneliness he had carried for so long began to overwhelm him.

Before he could gather his thoughts, Kyōraku Shunsui descended again from above, this time with deadly precision.

A new game had begun.

"Irooni."

With the Takaoni buff amplifying his strength from above, Kyōraku came down like a storm.

Starrk's wolves sensed danger. All three rushed forward to shield their master.

Kyōraku didn't hesitate.

"Bushōgoma!"

A spinning gust of spiritual wind surged from his blade, sweeping across the air like a cyclone.

The wolves were blown away—erased in an instant.

Starrk's heart froze.

"...Lilynette."

He stood still, eyes wide, expression blank.

The battlefield felt silent.

Empty.

For someone who had split his soul just to avoid being alone… losing her was like losing himself.

And Kyōraku saw it.

He struck without mercy.

"Irooni."

"Gray."

A slash followed instantly—clean and precise.

Starrk's right arm was cut.

Blood scattered through the air.

The battle resumed, blades clashing in a flurry of motion. Each strike, each movement drained their energy.

But Starrk was no longer fully present.

His eyes drifted to his own attire—the remnants of gray wolf fur that made up his outfit.

He remembered Kyōraku's word.

"Gray…"

That was the game's rule.

The color named deals greater damage to what bears it.

And Kyōraku—wearing no gray—was immune to that round's penalty.

Starrk clenched his jaw.

So that's what it is... another cruel children's game.

Starrk's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Kyōraku Shunsui's outfit.

White.

He was wearing a haori, wide and flowing, Starrk against the battlefield's dust and smoke.

Starrk made his move.

"White."

In that instant, he launched forward. His blade cut through the air like lightning and carved a deep wound across Kyōraku's torso.

A clean hit.

The damage was real.

That was the rule of "Irooni"—Kyōraku's third game.

Each side could name a color. After that, both could only inflict damage by cutting areas of the named color. Slash a different color? The attack was meaningless.

And the strength of the slash?

It increased if the target had more of the named color on their body.

That's why Kyōraku had chosen "gray" earlier—his opponent wore gray fur, while he had none. But now… Starrk had called "white."

And Kyōraku's captain's haori was a wide, easy target.

But Shunsui had already anticipated this.

He smiled faintly, despite the pain, and took a gamble.

Without hesitation, he cast aside his haori, letting it fall from his shoulders like discarded weight.

Then, he called out a new color.

"Black."

Now wearing only his black shihakushō, Kyōraku's power surged to its peak.

He took aim—not at Starrk's limbs or torso—but at the black Hollow hole in Starrk's chest.

The one part of his body that was pure black… and vulnerable.

Swish!

A single slash cut through the air.

It struck directly through the center of Starrk's chest—silent, precise, final.

A fatal blow.

There was no scream. No desperate gasp.

Only quiet.

Starrk's body hung in the air for a moment, then slowly began to fall.

There was no great tragedy in his death.

Just stillness.

A peaceful end for a soul that never wanted to fight.

As he fell from the sky, his gaze drifted toward one final place.

Aizen.

The man who had brought him purpose.

The man… who still hadn't looked at him.

Even now, even at the end.

Starrk's vision blurred, not from pain—but from disappointment.

So this is how it ends.

He thought of Lilynette. Of how she was gone.

He thought of the Espada. Of how they were nothing more than pawns.

And finally… of himself.

From beginning to end, he had never fought for his own sake.

Just as his soul had once split to ease its unbearable loneliness, he had followed Aizen in hopes of never being alone again.

But now, falling through the sky with nothing left, Starrk realized—

He had always been alone.

...

Comments were sighing for Starrk at this time:

Alas, Uncle Wolf died, and I'm not excited at all.

Uncle Wolf didn't use full strength—otherwise, the Number 1 title would never be so weak.

After all, he's been holding back, and can't withstand a stab. Can only say he doesn't want to live, right?

It's really sad that Starrk, with his fake friends, dealt with Ukitake and Kyōraku, with their real friends, so he couldn't be ruthless, right?

Indeed, Starrk certainly doesn't want to see people with friends die.

After Lilynette's soul disappeared, Starrk must have lost the will to fight.

And Aizen's behavior is also critical. Seeing Aizen doesn't care about subordinates, he'll definitely lose fighting spirit.

Yes, why work hard for a boss who doesn't care about subordinates?

Uncle Starrk is the best example of lying flat!

...

After Starrk's fall, the Three Realms Projection shifted once again. This time, it no longer showed battle, but memories—quiet fragments of the life he had never shared.

It revealed a side of the Primera Espada that no one had seen. In the vast emptiness of Hueco Mundo, Starrk had walked alone. Not because he wanted to, but because his spiritual pressure was too overwhelming. Weaker Hollows would crumble just by getting too close, their souls erased without even a chance to speak.

He never wanted to harm them, but his strength didn't allow for kindness. In a world where power ruled, he had become a prisoner of his own.

To escape that suffocating solitude, Starrk did something no other Hollow had done. He split his own soul. From that act of desperation, Lilynette was born.

She wasn't just a companion—she was part of him. Loud, emotional, and fiery, she filled the silence that had haunted him for so long. With her by his side, the loneliness eased. The two wandered Hueco Mundo together, not to conquer or prove themselves, but simply to exist.

It wasn't peace, but it was better than nothing.

Then came Aizen. Where others feared or avoided them, Aizen approached without hesitation. He welcomed them, saw their strength, and gave them a place among the Espada. For Starrk and Lilynette, that was enough. They didn't join Aizen to seek glory or power.

They followed because, for the first time, someone had offered them a place to belong.

Starrk had never been a bloodthirsty warrior. He didn't crave battle or victory. He just wanted someone beside him. And in the end, that quiet wish never changed. Even as he fell from the sky, empty and fading, he looked toward Aizen—hoping for some sign that he mattered. But Aizen never looked back.

...

Comments floated by:

He's a bit like Aizen—both have trouble finding companions, so Aizen can sympathize with him, right?

From this, you can see how terrifying Aizen must be to subdue so many Espada, but it's a pity Aizen doesn't care about these subordinates.

Actually, there are still many differences between them. Kyōraku Shunsui always remembered his responsibility to protect Soul Society—laziness is only superficial. Starrk is really lazy from inside out.

Yes, after losing companions, Starrk might not care about his own life. But Kyōraku still has to remember his mission.

If Kyōraku Shunsui and Starrk could be friends, they'd be best friends, right?

...

After seeing his own death, Starrk was also filled with emotion.

Unlike other Espada's anger, he felt more melancholy and sadness.

Even when he saw Lilynette and the wolf pack self-destruct, it might be more painful than seeing his own body die.

Even just seeing the scene in the projection made his heart ache.

He looked at his Fracción calmly, at the other half of himself.

"Lilynette, you must not leave me."

Lilynette felt mixed emotions seeing these scenes, her eyes becoming empty.

"Well, Starrk, I'll try my best to help you defeat enemies and never let you die."

"I must become stronger."

"Also, can't you be more accurate with your gun?!"

Starrk smiled bitterly.

"Oh, really? Whatever... Anyway, I'm not the kind of person who can kill."

Even when he saw Ukitake Jūshirō and Kyōraku Shunsui, Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi and Love Aikawa, maybe because he envied their friendship...

So in battle, he could never be ruthless.

This was the soft heart of a lonely person!

Additionally, though the Aizen in the projection seemed somewhat ruthless, Starrk didn't hate Aizen as much as Baraggan did. Although their relationship was leader and subordinate, the more important reason he followed Aizen was because of Aizen's understanding of himself.

Powerful spiritual pressure made it basically impossible for him to find companions.

Only Aizen could withstand Starrk's spiritual pressure and let him find companions and organization, so he was no longer as lonely as before.

So he was quite grateful to Aizen.

At the same time, Ulquiorra saw Starrk's death, and his expression became more gloomy and thoughtful.

Though he and Starrk weren't exactly the same in character, they could still empathize in many aspects.

And Harribel was also watching the screen in silence!

The scene of Starrk's death kept replaying in her mind.

Is Aizen really such a ruthless person?

Would Starrk hate him before dying?

If she really died, dying sacrificially, would Aizen feel bad for her?

On the throne of Las Noches, Ichimaru Gin still squinted his eyes and said seriously:

"Captain Aizen, it seems the enemy isn't that easy to deal with."

Aizen just nodded without comment, but there was still no panic on his face.

After all, to him, the Espada were just tools, as long as they could complete some tasks to contain the enemy.

Even the first few Espada, combined, weren't as important as Wonderweiss.

After all, as the Prince of Fire Extinguisher, Wonderweiss was a secret weapon used to deal with Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni!

...

In the chat group:

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: It seems your so-called Espada are just like this. I can solve it without using my Bankai.

[Tier Harribel]: You lecherous old man, if it weren't for so many people helping, how could you have defeated Starrk?

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: Hey, miss, please don't call me that, okay? I was the main force in this battle.

[Ise Nanao]: Captain, please control your expression. Even though the other party can't see it, please respect yourself.

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: Nanao, even you won't help me?

[Nnoitra Gilga]: Hmph, since so many of you gang up on him, I'll join too. I have so many arms—you old pervert definitely won't be able to sneak attack me. Even with shadows, it's useless. I can hit from behind without problem.

[Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez]: Hmph, why are they all appearing one after another? I'm still not on the projection.

Hueco Mundo members all had mixed feelings seeing the Hollows' many failures.

At this moment, they all wanted to regain face with words.

[Aaroniero Arruruerie]: Why is there no me? I can't say anything about Kyōraku Shunsui, but I should easily defeat other weak captains, like Suì-Fēng.

[Szayelaporro Granz]: I'll also use my abilities to make you die without knowing how.

[Zommari Rureaux]: As for me, as long as I deal with others and not that damned Byakuya Kuchiki, there shouldn't be problems. I'll control whoever comes.

[Yammy Llargo]: And me—I won't pretend anymore. I'm the most powerful among the Espada!

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: Oh, there's another powerful person hiding so deeply?

[Gerard Valkyrie]: Haha, just a bunch of weakling fighting each other—too lazy to complain.

[Hitsugaya Tōshirō]: Tch, this Yammy is somewhat powerful, but he's just bottom-ranked. I should be able to handle him if I spend time.

At the same time, the relationship between Starrk and Lilynette was of great concern to many people.

[Kusajishi Yachiru]: Ken-chan, come to think of it, Starrk and Lilynette are quite similar to us.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]: Oh, really? But I don't need you when fighting, so you'd better stay out of the way.

[Kusajishi Yachiru]: But I still think if you fight with me, Ken-chan, you'll become stronger.

[Kenpachi Zaraki]: Okay, okay, stop talking. Anyway, as long as I'm alive, I won't let you get hurt. I'll defeat all enemies in front of me!

Of course, the carefree Kenpachi Zaraki also had ripples in his heart after seeing Starrk and Lilynette's experiences.

Could it be that he also split into Yachiru because he was too strong to have friends?

What could he learn from their experiences to protect Yachiru?

Actually, Kenpachi Zaraki deliberately sealed his power in Yachiru's form because he wanted to enjoy battle.

It's just that he himself had lost his memory...

Not long after, a familiar voice rang out.

[Next, continuing to play a Hollow video]

[Its name is Hollow White!]

[He is the king among Hollows, the pinnacle of Vasto Lorde!]

[The strongest substitute!]

[Destructive power that can shatter Hell's gates!]

After hearing such description, the audience was very surprised.

This Hollow's name is so ordinary?

To have such domineering commentary, this Hollow White must be very powerful!

It should be stronger than the so-called Starrk.

What kind of existence is this?

Is this guy also Aizen's subordinate?

Could it be Aizen's strongest Hollow?

Many viewers were puzzled.

[Hitsugaya Tōshirō]: Tch, you're exaggerating! I think they'll be dealt with quickly just like the Arrancar that appeared before!

[Matsumoto Rangiku]: Even the so-called strongest Espada seemed so weak in front of our captain.

[Sōsuke Aizen]: I didn't expect that! Is he finally going to appear? Excellent—I'm looking forward to it!

[Kyōraku Shunsui]: Wait a minute, the Three Realms Projection only describes a Hollow, not an Arrancar. Does that mean it's just a simple Hollow?

[Ukitake Jūshirō]: The previous Starrk was the leader of the Arrancar, so what is this Hollow?

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