Sui-Feng was angry... No, furious. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. During the war against the Quincy, when she unleashed her Bankai, it failed... Sui-Feng was sure she made no mistake, yet when she tried to use it, she simply couldn't. And because of that, she was defeated.

Walking beyond the Seireitei, Sui-Feng already knew the cause of this failure - the spirit of her Zanpakutō. For some unknown reason, he hadn't granted her his power as he had countless times before.

In a small cave hidden beneath a waterfall, a secret place known only to her, Sui-Feng sat cross-legged, taking deep, steady breaths as she let herself be consumed by the sound of water falling. The cool mist kissed her skin as she closed her eyes, meditating to enter her inner world. Why had her Zanpakutō failed her? Did it no longer deem her worthy? Was it some kind of spell? A whim? Or perhaps... had she failed her Zanpakutō?

Slowly opening her eyes, Sui-Feng found herself standing on top of a floating island surrounded by countless towering pillars that stretched infinitely upward. Below, nothing but dense fog concealed an endless abyss. This was her inner world, the realm where her Zanpakutō spirit resided.

Leaping swiftly between the islands, her sandals clicking against the stone surface, Sui-Feng spotted him in the distance. There he stood, the entity that had been her companion and weapon for centuries.

"Hey!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the void as seething fury colored every word. "Why did you ignore me when I needed all my power? Do you think I'm not good enough?"

Finally landing beside him, the wind whipping her short dark hair, Sui-Feng stood face-to-face with her Zanpakutō spirit, hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

"Your power is rightfully mine!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with barely controlled rage. "I trained day and night to wield you to your fullest potential, and I thought you understood and respected that! So tell me... why did you betray me like this?"