Ichigo's Room – Morning Light Fills the Space
"Ichigo, I've noticed your sword style has gaps in it," said Mohit in a calm yet sharp tone. "If a seasoned fighter faces you, even one weaker than you… he could kill you."
Ichigo looked at him, surprised. "You really think that? Do you have any suggestions?"
Mohit folded his arms, the blindfold resting gently across his forehead. "If you're interested, I can teach you a more polished sword style — one that suits your nature. One with fewer weaknesses."
From the side, Rangiku chuckled and stepped in, giving Ichigo a teasing look.
"My my, Ichigo~ It's rare to see a Captain offer to train someone outside the Gotei 13. You must have impressed him."
Ichigo scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed but curious. "Fine then… when do we start the training?"
Mohit gave a small smile. "Before we jump into training, there's someone I'd like you to meet. People, actually. They can help you in other ways."
Scene: Outside Ichigo's House – Late Morning
After the meeting ended, Mohit and Ichigo left together. As they stepped out onto the street, they spotted someone familiar — Isshin Kurosaki, Ichigo's father.
Mohit immediately straightened up, bowed respectfully, and introduced himself. "Good afternoon. I'm Mohit. I've recently taken over as the Kendo club's instructor at Karakura High."
Isshin's eyes widened in shock for a split second. He recognized the reiatsu, the posture, the voice.
Captain Mohit…? Impossible.
But he quickly hid his emotions behind his usual cheerful facade.
"Ahhh! My son's kendo teacher! I'm honored to meet you!" he said with his signature goofy grin, ruffling Ichigo's hair with exaggerated pride. "Take good care of my son, will ya?"
Mohit nodded, smiling politely. "Of course."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The air between the two older men was… oddly tense, yet respectful.
Scene: Abandoned Warehouse – Hidden Entrance
After a long walk through a forgotten part of town, they reached a derelict warehouse. Mohit paused, standing silently in front of a blank wall.
He reached out, grabbed the air like a curtain, and ripped a hole through it.
A garganta-style portal shimmered open.
Ichigo stepped back, stunned. "What the hell…?"
Without a word, Mohit stepped through. Ichigo, still in shock, followed.
Inside the Hidden Warehouse – Dim Light, Cold Steel
As soon as they entered, seven blades were at their throats.
The space was vast and dark, illuminated only by flickering lights and reiatsu that hummed in the air. A group of people stood, swords drawn, eyes cold.
"Is this how you welcome an old friend?" Mohit asked with a grin.
Ichigo swallowed hard, sweat dripping from his temple.
A tall man with long hair and glowing white eyes stepped forward, smirking.
"You bastard… you call yourself a friend and show up after a whole damn century?" said Arthur, voice half-serious, half-joking.
A moment passed.
Then the tension cracked — the others lowered their swords and burst into laughter.
"You never change," muttered Shinji, shaking his head.
"Still dramatic," said Love.
"And still late," added Rose, adjusting his glasses.
Scene: Reunions and Explanations
As they explored the warehouse, Mohit spotted a familiar face — Tōshirō Hitsugaya, standing quietly near the far wall. The two approached each other and exchanged a brief handshake.
"It's been a while, Tōshirō. How's your life treating you in this world?"
Tōshirō gave a small nod. "Quiet. Peaceful… until now."
After a short conversation, Mohit gathered everyone and introduced the group to Ichigo properly.
"These people," he said, gesturing around the warehouse, "are the Visoreds. Shinji, Love, Rose, Lisa, Hiyori, Kensei, and Arthur. They were once captains and lieutenants of the Gotei 13. But they were… hollowfied by Aizen's twisted experiments."
Ichigo's eyes widened.
"Wait… you all were captains?"
Shinji nodded. "We were. Until Aizen stabbed us in the back."
Mohit placed a hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "That's why they're here. Like me, they're keeping an eye on the increasing Arrancar activity. Aizen's return means the war is closer than we think."
Scene: Heated Words Between Old Friends
As the group dispersed to train and relax, Mohit and Arthur stood off to the side, arguing as usual.
"You still think you're stronger than me?" Arthur said, his eyes narrowing.
"In every way that matters," Mohit replied, adjusting his blindfold.
Their voices rose. Shinji, nearby, sighed and stretched his arms.
"Here we go again…"
He turned toward them. "Why don't you two have a duel, like old times? Get it out of your system."
Arthur cracked his neck. "Fine by me."
Mohit nodded slowly. "Agreed. No shikai. Just blades."
Hey instead of sword duel why don't you settle you score with drinking said love
Hear the suggestion Mohit and Arthur started drinking competition but after few drinks Arthur passed out
Ow—Ichigo, come forward," Mohit said calmly, standing in the center of the training hall, his arms crossed behind his back.
Ichigo stepped forward, holding his sword in one hand, still nursing the soreness from the last training session. His shirt was already stained with sweat.
Mohit tossed him a blindfold.
"Now wear this," he instructed.
"Why?" Ichigo asked, already knowing the answer.
"Because I'm going to attack you — and you need to block me without using your eyes. Sense me with your instincts, your reiatsu. No more relying on sight alone."
Ichigo hesitated but obeyed, tying the blindfold around his head. As darkness engulfed him, a cold pit formed in his stomach. It wasn't fear—just the unfamiliar grip of helplessness.
The moment the knot tightened behind his head, Mohit vanished.
CLANG!
CRACK!
THUD!
The first blow caught Ichigo on the shoulder, then the ribs, then the thigh. He stumbled, barely managing to raise his sword in time to soften the next hit.
Mohit's attacks were precise, calculated, and constant. For three relentless hours, Ichigo was struck again and again, every failed block leaving a fresh bruise or cut.
At last, Mohit called for a break.
Ichigo collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath, bruises blooming across his arms and chest like ink in water. He tore off the blindfold, panting heavily.
From the sidelines, Shinji strolled over, watching Ichigo struggle.
"Why don't you try to sense your surroundings with your reiatsu?" Shinji said casually, tossing a bottle of water at him.
"Wha—?" Ichigo asked, confused.
"Don't use your eyes. Use your soul."
Then, as if it meant nothing, Shinji walked away and immediately got into a loud shouting match with Hiyori.
But the words echoed in Ichigo's mind like a mantra.
"Use your soul…"
Second Round – The Edge of the Blade
The break ended. Ichigo, though bruised and aching, stood once more. He tied the blindfold around his eyes with fresh determination.
Mohit unsheathed his zanpakutō.
Everyone froze.
"Now, I will not hold back. If you can't block me this time, you might not walk away with just bruises," Mohit warned, his tone colder.
Ichigo's jaw clenched. "I'm ready."
From the sidelines, Hiyori exploded.
"Is he CRAZY?! Using a real sword against a kid?! That'll KILL him!"
"We should stop this before it's too late," Lisa added with concern.
But Rose held up a hand. "Don't be a wuss. By now, you've all seen how Aizen's puppets move. Ichigo doesn't have the luxury of learning at a slow pace anymore."
Mohit attacked.
The blade sliced through the air. Ichigo tried to sense him as Shinji advised, but his control was shaky. He attempted to spread his reiatsu, like casting a net across the training hall.
But failure punished him swiftly.
A deep cut grazed his shoulder. Then another across his side.
Again and again, Mohit struck with precision. Ichigo fought to feel the movements, the flicker of reiatsu, the way the air shifted a second before the attack.
His body bore the cost of every misstep.
Yet — he didn't quit.
Another three hours passed.
Breakthrough – Instinct Awakened
At the edge of exhaustion, Ichigo's breathing slowed. He steadied his heart, ignored the pain, and listened. Not with ears — but with his soul.
He felt Mohit's reiatsu press forward.
And then —
CLANG!
He blocked it.
For the first time, he blocked it.
Then again.
And again.
His sword began to move just a half second before the strike would land, like his body had begun to speak a language older than thought. It wasn't perfect. He still couldn't land a hit on Mohit — but now, he could stand.
And that meant everything.
Aftermath – Father and Son
Training ended. Ichigo, battered but standing proud, walked home.
When he opened the door to the Kurosaki household, Isshin turned around, towel over his shoulder.
He stopped when he saw Ichigo's condition — arms bruised, cuts taped, eyes exhausted but proud.
"Is your teacher too hard on you?" Isshin asked softly.
"No, it was necessary," Ichigo replied with a goofy grin, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Isshin stared at him for a second longer, then smiled, his eyes soft with something between pride and grief.
Warehouse – War Council Begins
Meanwhile, in the warehouse, Mohit stayed behind with the Visoreds.
Around a table, Shinji asked gravely, "So, you believe Aizen has already awakened the Hōgyoku?"
Mohit shook his head. "Yes and no. He's seeking power, yes. And he's chosen the Hōgyoku as his path. But I don't believe it has fully awakened yet."
Lisa crossed her arms. "That doesn't change the fact that his forces are terrifying."
Arthur nodded. "True. But the one I fought — his strength was comparable to Soi Fon at best. Strong, but not invincible."
Rose narrowed his eyes. "It's bad manners to call a Captain weak."
"I'm not wrong," Arthur replied coldly. "Even without my Zanpakutō, I overpowered her."
Mohit added, "He's right. The current Gotei 13 isn't what it used to be. Since you left, their edge has dulled. That's why… we'll need to step in when the final battle comes."
The room fell silent.
Each of them understood the weight of those words.
14 Days Later – A Shinigami Reforged
Ichigo returned every day, blindfolded, bruised, and determined.
His growth became undeniable.
His reactions sharpened. His sensing ability flourished. Eventually, he began parrying and evading Mohit's strikes — not all, but many. Each day, his instincts got closer to being as sharp as his blade.
After 14 grueling days, Mohit called an end to the session.
He removed Ichigo's blindfold himself.
"You're ready," he said, looking Ichigo in the eye. "But remember — instincts must never replace judgment. Stay balanced."
Ichigo nodded, breathless but smiling. "Thanks… Sensei."
From the corner, Arthur smirked. "He might just survive this war after all."