Death: Captain Millennium

"I'm back!" Ichigo Kurosaki had just pushed open the familiar door of his home, and before he had time to change his shoes, two cute little ones rushed out of the house like two cannonballs and hugged his legs tightly.

"Brother, you're finally out of school!" Kurosaki Kari and Kurosaki Yuuko shouted in unison, with innocent smiles on their faces.

Ichigo gently touched their little heads, his eyes full of doting, but his tone seemed a little flat: "Yeah! I'm back."

"Brother, are you unhappy? What happened?" Youzi widened her big watery eyes and asked Ichigo with concern.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came from inside the house: "Haha, Ichigo, did you encounter something unhappy on your first day of school?" Kurosaki Isshin walked out wearing a white coat, looking relaxed. He had a bright smile on his face, as if he was full of optimism and humor about everything.

Ichigo curled his lips and said somewhat displeasedly: "It's all because of this damn hair! Why didn't I inherit your black hair, but my mother's orange hair?" As he spoke, he scratched his hair hard, as if trying to change its color.

Yixin touched his chin and answered thoughtfully, "I think orange looks good. So cool." He blinked and smiled mischievously.

Hearing this, Ichigo widened his eyes and roared angrily: "Do you know? Someone called me Yellow Hair today! Yellow Hair! He even pressed my head into the sink and washed it several times, just to confirm whether I had dyed my hair!" He became more and more excited and his voice became louder and louder.

"Oh? Who is so brave and skilled enough to hold you in the pool?"

"Who else could it be? The dean of our school."

Zhiba Isshin immediately became interested. "Your dean is so powerful? What's his name?"

"Name? He didn't tell me? I forgot it too?"

"But it doesn't matter. I'll make him remember my name tomorrow." Ichigo clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.

"Oh? It seems my son already has a plan?" Yixin asked curiously.

"That's right! I'm going to teach him a lesson!" There was a strange light flashing in Ichigo's eyes.

"It's time to eat. Stop chattering at the door." Kurosaki Masaki adjusted her apron and looked at the few people with a happy face.

That night, Ichigo tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and kept thinking about how to make that hateful dean apologize to him tomorrow.

The next day, Ichigo arrived at school early. As he walked into the school gate, he saw the hateful dean again. He walked up to the dean.

"Good morning, Director!" he shouted loudly.

The Dean looked up at Ichigo, "Well, good morning."

"Director, I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday," Ichigo said seriously.

The dean frowned, "What's the matter?"

"You shouldn't treat me like that, you should apologize to me!" Ichigo straightened up.

The dean was stunned for a moment, then laughed. "Apologize to you? Do you think that's possible?"

Ichigo's eyes grew even more determined, "If you don't apologize, I'll make you regret it."

After saying that, Ichigo walked past the dean silently. However, just as he passed by the dean, he suddenly stretched out his hand and tightly grabbed the dean's arm. Then he swept his foot suddenly, a standard judo move, trying to make the dean come into close contact with the ground and fall flat on his face.

Ichigo's heart was filled with anticipation, imagining what was about to happen. "Remember, my name is Kurosaki Ichigo! My hair color is natural. Haha!" This way, from now on, no one would dare to call him 'yellow-haired'.

Ideals are always beautiful, but reality is often cruel. Although Ichigo successfully grabbed the Dean's arm, the Dean remained as steady as a rock, not moving an inch. Ichigo's sweeping kick felt like it had hit an incredibly hard iron plate, causing a sharp pain to pierce his bones.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" Ichigo was in so much pain that he couldn't help but hug his legs and jumped up. "Are your legs made of iron? Why are they so hard?"

The Dean sneered and easily broke free from Ichigo's restraints. He looked at Ichigo mockingly and said, "Yellow Hair, you're only capable of this and you still want me to apologize? Do you think I've been the Dean for all these years for nothing?"

Ichigo gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his leg, and glared at the dean, secretly vowing to teach him a lesson. Then, the bell rang, and Ichigo knew he had no chance today. "We'll see next time!" He snarled, then turned and walked toward the classroom.

The Dean of Education looked at Ichigo's departing back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, thinking: "This kid Kurosaki Ichigo is quite interesting, but I have to teach him a lesson and let him know how powerful I am."

This Dean of Students was none other than Lin Yu, the Sixth Brother. Since returning from Soul Society, Lin Yu had been living in Karakura Town. In order to better approach Ichigo Kurosaki, Lin Yu painstakingly employed various tactics and ultimately secured the position of Dean of Students at Karakura Town's First High School.

Ichigo returned to the classroom, his mind raging with rage, his mind racing with thoughts of how he'd best the Dean next time. Seeing his furious expression, his deskmate, Inoue Orihime, asked worriedly, "Ichigo, what's wrong?" Ichigo slammed the table, gritting his teeth and saying, "It's that damn Dean all over again! He actually..."

Inoue Orihime bent down, patted Ichigo's shoulder gently, and comforted him gently: "Don't be angry, Ichigo, you were wrong in this matter. You attacked him but didn't win. This is not a good behavior." Her voice was soft and warm, as if it could soothe all troubles.

Ichigo's eyes widened and he retorted angrily, "I just wanted him to apologize to me! He didn't want to, so I just wanted to play a prank on him. Who knew his legs were so stiff?" After saying that, he couldn't help but touch his aching right foot, his heart full of regret and helplessness.

At this moment, Taisho Chad heard their conversation, came over curiously, looked at Ichigo Kurosaki and asked, "Ichigo, is this dean really so powerful?" There was a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

Ichigo sighed and told Chad the whole story in detail. After listening, Chad frowned, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, and said, "To think there was such a thing... I'll help you weigh him later." His tone was very confident, as if he was full of confidence in his own strength.