The Final Clash
Byakuya’s Bankai raged forward, thousands of blazing pink petals forming an unstoppable storm. Each fragment of Senbonzakura shimmered like glass before twisting into deadly razors, their speed blinding, their precision absolute.
Harry did not waver.
His chains roared, pulsing with ancient power, responding to his every breath, his every thought. He lifted both scythes, and in a single motion—
The chains moved.
Not in chaos.
Not in desperation.
But with perfect, absolute control.
Byakuya’s petals crashed down like a tidal wave—
And met an unbreakable force.
Harry’s chains snapped outward, not just blocking, but redirecting the storm. The very air trembled as Senbonzakura’s countless blades froze mid-motion, caught in the pulsing hold of Mors Ultima Vincula.
Gasps rippled through the captains watching from the sidelines.
Renji’s eyes widened. “He… stopped Senbonzakura?”
Ichigo clenched his fists. “No—he’s controlling it.”
Byakuya’s gaze sharpened. His grip on his sword tightened. “Tenshū.”
The petals shifted, condensing, merging, forming a single, perfect blade—a final strike, one of Byakuya’s strongest techniques.
Harry breathed in deeply.
The chains shifted again—and this time, the entire battlefield moved with them.
Byakuya’s final strike descended like divine judgment—
Harry raised both scythes, and—
SNAP.
The chains surged forward, wrapping around the incoming blade like a serpent constricting its prey. Time seemed to freeze.
For a moment, Byakuya’s eyes flickered with something close to shock.
Harry exhaled. “It’s over.”
The chains tightened.
And Byakuya’s Bankai shattered.
Senbonzakura crumbled into nothingness, its once unstoppable force severed by Mors Vincula’s will.
Byakuya remained standing. Barely. His sword faltered in his grasp, the remnants of his petals fading into dust.
The battlefield was silent.
Harry lowered his weapons, his breathing steady, his Reiatsu still burning like an eternal storm.
Byakuya stared at him for a long moment. Then—
He sheathed his sword.
A ripple of shock spread through the onlookers.
Byakuya had conceded.
Yamamoto, watching from above, nodded once. “The battle is decided.”
Renji’s jaw dropped. “Did he… just beat Byakuya?”
Ichigo let out a low whistle. “Yeah. Yeah, he did.”
Harry, standing amidst the remains of their battle, took a slow breath.
He had won.
Not by brute force. Not by overpowering Byakuya’s sheer skill.
But by mastering control.
By breaking the chains that once held him back.
Byakuya stepped forward, his gaze unreadable. “You are no ordinary Soul Reaper.”
Harry met his eyes. “I never was.”
For a moment, Byakuya remained silent. Then, with the barest nod of acknowledgment, he turned and walked away.
The trial was over.
Harry had proven his place.
But deep in his soul, he knew—his journey was far from finished.
This was only the beginning.