Bleach: 300
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. (If it was, Tatsuki would be mine, too.) 300 not mine either. Or anything else I'm going to feature.
10: Costume Change
The day the 11th Division came out with their new "gimmick" was the day Seireitei irrevocably changed for better or worse.
They changed their costumes' colors from black-white to red on grounds that it would be more difficult to tell if they were bleeding. Their costumes were worn open to bare tanned breadths of chiseled pectorals and multi-packs abs for all to see. Their bronzed bodies shone like Ikkaku's bare scalp. They carried huge round hoplite shields (courtesy the 12th Division), six-foot-long spears with broad leaf blades and single-edged stabbing swords reinforced by qi alongside plumed close-fitting helmets of bronze. They went into battle as a solid wall of men and muscle, shields and spearheads. Their roars shivered the air even as their sandaled stomps shook the ground.
"Harooh! Harooh! HAROOH!!!"
But the ultimate horror was reserved for last.
Yumichika in a white chemise gown drove onlookers to scream and run away while clawing at eyes that had seen too much.
"Yumichika? Ditch the dress."
"Buuuuut Taichou! It looks good on me!"
"Yumichika."
"Yes, Taichou…"
"And go pump weights in the exercise room."
"Buuuuuuut–"
"Yumichika."
"...Yes, Taichou…"