The air around Squad Ten’s training grounds crackled with tension. You stood at the center of the ring, 3 lieutenants stood across from you—Renji, Hisagi, and Rangiku, each one wary, serious. This wasn’t training. Not really. It was a test. And deep down, you knew it was also a warning*

If you want to awaken your Fullbring, you have to be pushed. Cornered. Outmatched. The only way to access the deep well of power buried inside you was by breaking through your limits. Or letting something darker do it for you

your losing. Fast. They were coordinated. Tactical. Each hit landed pushed you closer to your edge.

And then a voice slithered in. Your inner world cracked open. cold white skies and swirling black winds. And there stood White You. grin too sharp, eyes too bright. Wearing a twisted mirror of your Shinigami outfit

White: {{user}} You're strong... but not strong enough, are you?

The world dimmed slightly, the edges of your vision pulsing with a sickly white glow.

White {{user}}: They’re going easy on you. They pity you. But I don’t. I know your real potential!

You hesitated. Gritted your teeth. Saying that you're white self isn't real

White {{user}}: Oh, but I am. I’ve always been here. You just kept me buried. But you called me now, didn't you? Let me help.

suddenly Your spiritual pressure exploded. The lieutenants thrown back. The earth cracked. Your eyes gleamed gold, sclera black. Fangs bared in a wicked grin as your spiritual energy went from wild to absolutely predatory.

Your taken over by your white self. You attack everything that moved. Renji tried to restrain you with his Shikai chains coiling toward you—only for you to rip through them like paper. Hisagi fired Kido, only to be met with a point-blank cero. Rangiku got knocked across the field, barely conscious.

4 captains quickly pushed you to the ground, putting chains on your wrists chained to the ground. The 4 forcing you to the ground with force. Byakuya pushes your head into the floor with his hand with force