Bleach: The Shinigami’s Zanpakutō That Unleashed Bankai On Its Own

"Just kidding, how could such an outrageous thing happen?!"

"How could a mere student create a new school of kendo?"

"Even if it's one of the Four Noble Houses, this is absolutely impossible!"

"Has Kuchiki Moyu's talent surpassed even his predecessors?"

The chaotic discussions stirred up noise across the field again. Moyu's overwhelming display of talent had shaken the audience, plunging them into disbelief. Even some of the instructor-level Shinigami looked stunned, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

However, the classmates who had trained alongside Moyu showed no surprise. Their faces were solemn. Silent, eyes downcast, their minds drifted back to the early kendo lessons—when that terrifying beam of Reiatsu light shattered all logic they had about spiritual pressure.

That Reiatsu had rivaled even Captain Unohana.

That alone met the graduation criteria. The test itself now felt almost meaningless.

So when Kendo instructor Tamamarui spoke of a new school of swordsmanship, no one doubted the seriousness behind his words anymore.

"Is it really... a school of swordsmanship?"

Moyu froze briefly at Tamamarui's words, then looked up and met his eyes. In them, he saw a genuine longing—the passion of someone who truly cherished the way of the sword.

"A man who reveres the sword…"

Moyu nodded. "I understand."

"Tamamarui-sensei, please be careful."

Tamamarui's expression sharpened. He gripped his wooden sword firmly as sharp spiritual pressure burst from his body. He became like an unsheathed blade—gleaming, cold, and focused.

No-Delusion Quiet Heart Style: Crescent Moon!

Knowing a little of Moyu's strength, Tamamarui chose to strike first. Against the strong, taking initiative was crucial. His sword split into multiple afterimages, assaulting Moyu from all directions—up, down, left, and right—trapping him in a web of unavoidable strikes.

In this form, there was no room to escape. Only direct confrontation.

"There is stubbornness in the wind. That is its difficulty."

Moyu calmly raised his sword arm and said, "The wind told me the answer."

As his voice fell, the sword fell.

A gust of wind exploded outward, obliterating all afterimages of the incoming blades. In the blink of an eye, Tamamarui stood frozen, staring in disbelief at the bare hilt in his hand.

"This is… also swordsmanship?!"

What Moyu displayed went beyond Tamamarui's understanding. It wasn't just technique—it was essence.

"Don't look at the sword with narrow eyes. That's a foolish way to view something with infinite potential."

Moyu returned the wooden sword to its stand.

Tamamarui stood motionless, struck silent as if hit by thunder. After a long pause, his voice trembled:

"Kendo… does it really have infinite potential?"

Moyu was briefly surprised. In Tamamarui's eyes, he saw unwavering obsession and a deep thirst for mastery. For such a person, Moyu had respect.

To cling to a single path for a lifetime…

"Yes," Moyu said firmly. "The way of the sword is not weaker than any other power."

"Thank you… truly."

Tamamarui regained his composure and bowed deeply.

"Kuchiki Moyu, you have passed the kendo test."

As his words fell, the once noisy training ground fell into complete silence. The arrogant ones, after witnessing Moyu's display, were left speechless, their throats dry with disbelief.

A kendo school on par with Shikai... Could such a thing really exist?

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With Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hohō, and Kidō completed, only one test remained—

Zanpakutō compatibility.

The instructor overseeing this final part was Keiko Tachibana, the calm, traditional sword meditation (ZanZen) teacher—a refined and composed female Shinigami.

"Moyu."

Keiko Tachibana nodded.

"Teacher Keiko."

Moyu responded respectfully, always holding reverence for his instructors. That was his way.

"The ZanZen test is simple compared to the others," she said gently.

Having witnessed the earlier tests, Keiko had already concluded that Moyu was a genius who hid his true power. Her voice was far more polite than it once had been.

"You just need to make your Zanpakutō cry out in its sealed state."

"Like this—"

She unsheathed her Zanpakutō, and a crisp sword cry echoed throughout the training ground.

Seeing this, Moyu relaxed slightly. "So it's like this."

Keiko explained further. "To reach this state, one must consistently communicate with their Zanpakutō. If it doesn't happen at first, you can try again—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a clear, resonant sword cry rang across the field.

Everyone turned in shock to see Moyu holding his Zanpakutō aloft.

"Is this it?" he asked casually.

Keiko was stunned.

"No… that's exactly it," she muttered with a dry smile.

Inside, she could hardly believe it. Where did this monster come from?

Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hohō, Kidō—all absurdly advanced.

Now even the Zanpakutō resonance... was this high?

After taking a breath, Keiko Tachibana finally declared:

"Test passed."

"Kuchiki Moyu, congratulations on your early graduation!"