As I approached the crystal box, my eyes were drawn to the pulsating red and blue light emanating from within.The orb at its center emanated an unsettling feeling to anyone who gazed upon it.
This was the incomplete Hogyoku created by Aizen, capable of granting the wishes of those who were strong enough to achieve them. Despite its incomplete state, the orb seemed to hold a great amount of power, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and trepidation as I stood before it.
I yearned to become a transcendent being, almost unbeatable in power, and to fulfill Sora's wish of protecting Orihime. But I knew deep down that I was far from being able to reach such a stage.
Instead, I focused on becoming an arrancar. It was a step towards becoming stronger and standing up to the strongest fighters in Soul Society. With my decision made, I closed my eyes and began to pray, hoping that the Hogyoku would grant me the strength I needed to achieve my goals.
Aizen's voice cut through the silence. "Let's begin?” His voice sounded intrigued. It was clear that he saw this as nothing more than an experiment.
I steeled myself for what was to come. "I'm ready," I replied, keeping my voice steady.
Slowly, I felt the unsettling energy of the Hogyoku enter my being. I screamed as I felt it changing me. My armor and hollow mask began to pulsate with a fiery red and blue light, as I prayed for them to fuse and transform into my sword. The power within me swirled and mixed with a shinigami's power, creating a formidable force.
The pain that followed was blinding, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through it, enduring the burning sensation that seemed to consume my very being. It was as if my entire body was being remade, restructured into something stronger, something more powerful.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I fell to one knee, the impact jarring me back to reality. My breath was rough and my chest felt heavy. Even then, I couldn’t help but feel joy, my body contained so much power, so much vitality.
The transformation had left me looking almost like a human, with the only difference from Sora’s original body being the remaining hollow hole and a part of my mask’s lower jaw that remained on my neck.
My thoughts were interrupted by Aizen's voice. "As expected, It was a success," he said, his smile triumphant.
I stood up, still feeling the rush of power coursing through me, and looked at him.
"Welcome to Las Noches, Espada number five." He continued, his tone tinged with satisfaction, as if he were a master craftsman admiring his latest creation.
The blonde Espada gave me a nod of approval, her turquoise eyes scanning me up and down. Mila Rose, on the other hand, remained stoic, her arms crossed over her chest. It was clear that she was still wary of me, despite the fact that I was now her superior.
“Congratulations,” Harribel said, her voice cool but not unfriendly.
Mila Rose said nothing, but I could feel her eyes boring into me. I knew that I had to prove myself to her if I wanted her respect.
“Thanks,” I replied, struggling to express myself on such occasions.
Aizen waved his hand and a maid appeared, presenting me with the white garb of the Espada. She trembled and blushed as she handed me the clothes, her eyes darting away from me.
With another wave of Aizen's hand, the mark of the fifth Espada appeared in the middle of my collarbone. "Now, it's time to present you to your fellow Espada," he said, turning around and leading the way.
“Yes, lord Aizen,'' I said, feeling no shame as the three females looked at my naked form as I changed into my new clothes.
As I approached the crystal box, my eyes were drawn to the pulsating red and blue light emanating from within.The orb at its center emanated an unsettling feeling to anyone who gazed upon it.
This was the incomplete Hogyoku created by Aizen, capable of granting the wishes of those who were strong enough to achieve them. Despite its incomplete state, the orb seemed to hold a great amount of power, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and trepidation as I stood before it.
I yearned to become a transcendent being, almost unbeatable in power, and to fulfill Sora's wish of protecting Orihime. But I knew deep down that I was far from being able to reach such a stage.
Instead, I focused on becoming an arrancar. It was a step towards becoming stronger and standing up to the strongest fighters in Soul Society. With my decision made, I closed my eyes and began to pray, hoping that the Hogyoku would grant me the strength I needed to achieve my goals.
Aizen's voice cut through the silence. "Let's begin?” His voice sounded intrigued. It was clear that he saw this as nothing more than an experiment.
I steeled myself for what was to come. "I'm ready," I replied, keeping my voice steady.
Slowly, I felt the unsettling energy of the Hogyoku enter my being. I screamed as I felt it changing me. My armor and hollow mask began to pulsate with a fiery red and blue light, as I prayed for them to fuse and transform into my sword. The power within me swirled and mixed with a shinigami's power, creating a formidable force.
The pain that followed was blinding, but I gritted my teeth and pushed through it, enduring the burning sensation that seemed to consume my very being. It was as if my entire body was being remade, restructured into something stronger, something more powerful.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I fell to one knee, the impact jarring me back to reality. My breath was rough and my chest felt heavy. Even then, I couldn’t help but feel joy, my body contained so much power, so much vitality.
The transformation had left me looking almost like a human, with the only difference from Sora’s original body being the remaining hollow hole and a part of my mask’s lower jaw that remained on my neck.
My thoughts were interrupted by Aizen's voice. "As expected, It was a success," he said, his smile triumphant.
I stood up, still feeling the rush of power coursing through me, and looked at him.
"Welcome to Las Noches, Espada number five." He continued, his tone tinged with satisfaction, as if he were a master craftsman admiring his latest creation.
The blonde Espada gave me a nod of approval, her turquoise eyes scanning me up and down. Mila Rose, on the other hand, remained stoic, her arms crossed over her chest. It was clear that she was still wary of me, despite the fact that I was now her superior.
“Congratulations,” Harribel said, her voice cool but not unfriendly.
Mila Rose said nothing, but I could feel her eyes boring into me. I knew that I had to prove myself to her if I wanted her respect.
“Thanks,” I replied, struggling to express myself on such occasions.
Aizen waved his hand and a maid appeared, presenting me with the white garb of the Espada. She trembled and blushed as she handed me the clothes, her eyes darting away from me.
With another wave of Aizen's hand, the mark of the fifth Espada appeared in the middle of my collarbone. "Now, it's time to present you to your fellow Espada," he said, turning around and leading the way.
“Yes, lord Aizen,'' I said, feeling no shame as the three females looked at my naked form as I changed into my new clothes.
