Kagami Sekai
Finally, Silas placed the final component—the remaining fragments of Kisuke Urahara's cloak.
The device groaned and pounded with an intensity that threatened to engulf the laboratory. Vials and beakers simultaneously crashed onto the floor. As Silas continued, the entire lab began to quake. The fragmented spiritual pressures inside blazed with light.
Silas remained ever so calm until the energy subsided.
The device finished with a gentle rainbow glow emanating from the fabric. This would have been exhausting work for anyone other than Silas, but the triumph of it all would make anyone grin.
The Chameleon Cloak was complete!
Silas shrugged off the dust from his clothes. The cloak was draped over a table. Though it might have looked ordinary, it culminated with Silas's unsensible spiritual pressure.
Without further ado, Silas raised it carefully, finding the fabric surprisingly light—to the point of being weightless. He donned it, the cool material settling against his skin like a second layer of his being. As a wave of distortion pulsed through his body, he felt a tingling sensation.
He could feel the subtle changes—a shift in weight distribution, a tightening of his jawline, and a reshaping of his skull. The cloak wasn't altering his core identity; however, it was sculpting a new shell around him, a façade to mask his appearance as Ichigo Kurosaki.
When it finished, he didn't waste time with needless contemplation. He strode towards the laboratory's bathroom to validate the cloak's effectiveness.
The face staring back wasn't his own gaunt visage; it was an entirely different face—the face of a young man. His head was crowned with a tangle of dark hair, and a strong jawline was framed. The most striking feature, however, were the emerald eyes that glinted back at him. They only slightly mirrored the intensity Silas felt inside.
He had now taken on the appearance of Eren Jaeger! This character was from an animated television series titled "Attack on Titan". Although Silas could have chosen any character from anywhere he remembered, his thoughts seemed to have betrayed him about what a casual animated character with black hair looked like.
This, however, wasn't bad. No one in Bleach knew who Eren was, making it a perfect transformation.
For a moment, Silas simply stood there, absorbing his new appearance. He neither chuckled nor laughed. Because as more time passed in this world, he was slowly forgetting what his real face looked like.
Silas strode out of the bathroom.
One step toward returning to the Soul Society had been completed. The next was to solidify his role as a Soul Reaper—acquire a weapon.
Not all Soul Reapers use Zanpakutō. Some were specifically kidō experts or specialized in hand-to-hand combat. Silas had perfected all these things after absorbing the Hōgyoku. However, sword combat was his preferred method of fighting to pass off as a Soul Reaper.
He wouldn't rely solely on the Chameleon Cloak to fool the Seireitei. Having a formidable blade at his side would be paramount.
Reaching into his inner world, Silas retrieved a collection of Zanpakutō. All of them, except Zangetsu and Enrakyōten, bore the spiritual signatures of defeated Visoreds.
Years ago, he'd subjugated their spirits, bending them to his will.
Combining their spiritual pressure was a similar process, a feat he'd learned after reconstructing Minazuki's power. But forging a cohesive weapon from five distinct blades required a different approach.
Silas held out his hand, and the Zanpakutos levitated in the air, circling him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the essence of each blade. Sakanade, the inverted sword. Tengumaru, the giant club. Kinshara, the sound-based Zanpakutō. Kubikiri Orochi, the eight-bladed cleaver. And Haguro Tonbo, the elongated spear.
Silas envisioned their unique characteristics coalescing, melding into a single entity. This wasn't just about combining their spiritual pressure; it was about intertwining their very essence.
To do that, a lot of steps were required. But it was not impossible.
Some time later, each Zanpakutō vibrated in different lights, their colours swirling and merging until they formed a single, blinding luminescence. The sheaths clattered to the floor as the blades themselves writhed and twisted, their shapes dissolving and reforming before Silas's eyes.
As the light subsided, Silas beheld his creation.
No longer five distinct blades, it was a single, magnificent Zanpakutō. Its hilt was matte black, adorned with intricate silver engravings that resembled twisted scales, the same qualities as Kubikiri Orochi. The guard resembled a stylized dragonfly wing, an eminence from Haguro Tonbo. The blade itself was made of steel, which seemed to reflect light as if it were recently forged.
Silas found the sword compelling, but he remained expressionless. He raised the Zanpakutō, feeling its weight perfectly balanced in his hand. He whispered the release command, allowing the words to flow naturally from his lips: "Unleash thy darkness..."
The command perfectly encapsulated the sword's essence.
"…Kagami Sekai'
With a flourish, Silas swung the blade. The air shifted, almost distorting the environment. Materializing was a nightmarish reflection that was reversed off the blade.
It was adorned with an intricate, swirling filigree. The teeth of the blade resembled a regal crown, and a sparkling chain connected the handle to a golden heart-shaped keychain, symbolizing wholeness. Two extra hearts rest on the weapon's body, making the Shikai's craftsmanship more appealing.
The name in English meant "Mirrored World", and its ability allowed the wielder to distort an opponent's attack, misdirecting it. Whether it was a spiritual-based attack or a physical one, it would be directed elsewhere, regardless of where the opponent wanted it to land.
As great an ability as this was, it could only be used on one enemy. However, even if that enemy tried to reverse their attack to counter the effects, it wouldn't work. Their attack would always be reversed at the moment of execution. Only area-of-effect attacks that covered a wide range, not a linear range, would be useful.
Kagami no Sekai's abilities didn't affect one's senses; they specifically targeted their attacks.
The true power, however, lay in the Bankai, which Silas knew full well how to unleash. He was its creator, after all.
Gripping the hilt tighter, he closed his eyes, channeling his will into the blade. A dark energy erupted, engulfing the room in a swirling vortex of shadows.
When the dust settled, Silas stood transformed. His borrowed form morphed his clothes into sleek, silver armor. Multiple translucent swords materialized in his hands, while the others circled him as if they were dancing. This was the Bankai: "Suigetsu Yami.".
In English, it meant "Swallowing Moon's Darkness".
In his Bankai state, Silas's control over individual attacks was amplified. Now it could affect those on a larger scale, manipulating anyone in its vicinity. No longer just a weapon, but an entire chessboard in which Silas was the only one on offense.