I entered the meeting room, and the piercing stares of the other Espadas bore into me. Their gazes contained undisguised interest, especially that of the first and second Espadas.
The room was grand, with high ceilings and a long table at the center, surrounded by ten chairs, one for each Espada. Harribel made her way to her seat and sat down, the air growing tense with anticipation. I could feel the weight of their expectations resting heavily on my shoulders.
Aizen's voice echoed through the room, commanding attention. "Welcome, my fellow Espadas," he began, his eyes scanning the room. "I have called you all here today to introduce our newest member."
The murmurs and whispers among the Espadas grew louder, but a few of them, including Stark and Barragan, remained silent and aloof.
"A new Espada?" Grimmjow asked eagerly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Yes, number 5, to be exact," Aizen answered smoothly.
The Espadas' reactions were mixed. Nnoitra openly sneered at me, clearly unhappy with the addition of a new member who would replace him as the number five. Meanwhile, Szayelaporro seemed intrigued, studying me with interest.
"And who is this new Espada?" Ulquiorra asked in his usual monotone voice.
Aizen gestured towards me. "This is Sora Inoue, the one who has been roaming the Menos Grande forest for the last few months."
I attempted to appear surprised, widening my eyes as if I had no idea that Aizen had been keeping an eye on me. But the truth was that I had suspected as much, especially considering Aizen's tendency to keep tabs on Karakura Town. It was there that I had first transformed, and it was likely that he had been monitoring me ever since.
On the contrary, the reactions of the Espadas varied once more, with some showing outright disdain while others simply looked on with curiosity.
"Replace number 5?" Stark's lazy drawl broke the silence. "So, a few Espadas will be demoted to a lower rank?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, the former number nine has been demoted to the rank of Privaron Espada," Aizen replied coolly.
“Lord Aizen.” Aaroniero stood up, looking uneasy, as uneasy as someone with a crystal for a head could look, anyway. “Please give me an opportunity.”
“You had plenty of opportunities” A single stern look was enough for Aaroniero to quiet down.
He trembled for a moment, his voice barely above a whisper as he responded, "Y-Yes, my lord."
Most of the Espadas looked serious, except for Nnoitra and Grimmjow.
"So, we're just supposed to accept him as our superior?" Nnoitra's voice was laced with disdain as he pointed an accusatory finger at me. "It doesn't make sense."
Grimmjow added, "Yeah, and who's to say this new guy is even strong enough to be an Espada?"
I could feel my anger rising. Who were they to question my strength and worthiness?
"Do you have a problem?" I asked, clenching my fists in an attempt to control my emotions.
"That's none of your business." Nnoitra snarled. "And who asked for your opinion anyway?"
Before I could respond, Aizen's spiritual pressure filled the room, the air grew thick and heavy with an overwhelming sense of power. It wasn't just the sheer magnitude of his spiritual power that set him apart, though. There was something else, something sinister and unnerving that seemed to radiate from him like a dark aura.
Even the strongest Espadas felt a sense of unease as Aizen's spiritual power washed over them, a feeling that I couldn't quite explain.
And as I looked into Aizen's brown eyes, I realized that there was something else that set him apart from most Shinigami. His power was not just in his spiritual pressure, but in his unwavering conviction and his ability to manipulate those around him to achieve his goals.
"Enough," Aizen's voice boomed, cutting through the tension. "Nnoitra, Grimmjow, you would do well to remember your place. As for Sora, I have personally observed his strength, and I can assure you that he is more than capable of fulfilling the duties of an Espada."
Most of the Espada looked serious, but Nnoitra and Grimmjow only quieted down momentarily. I knew that they would not easily accept me as their superior, and I had a feeling that they would be looking for any opportunity to challenge my position.
I actually wrote an omake where the taunted yammy, then I erased it by accident. It was not that good, so I decided to ignore it.
I entered the meeting room, and the piercing stares of the other Espadas bore into me. Their gazes contained undisguised interest, especially that of the first and second Espadas.
The room was grand, with high ceilings and a long table at the center, surrounded by ten chairs, one for each Espada. Harribel made her way to her seat and sat down, the air growing tense with anticipation. I could feel the weight of their expectations resting heavily on my shoulders.
Aizen's voice echoed through the room, commanding attention. "Welcome, my fellow Espadas," he began, his eyes scanning the room. "I have called you all here today to introduce our newest member."
The murmurs and whispers among the Espadas grew louder, but a few of them, including Stark and Barragan, remained silent and aloof.
"A new Espada?" Grimmjow asked eagerly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Yes, number 5, to be exact," Aizen answered smoothly.
The Espadas' reactions were mixed. Nnoitra openly sneered at me, clearly unhappy with the addition of a new member who would replace him as the number five. Meanwhile, Szayelaporro seemed intrigued, studying me with interest.
"And who is this new Espada?" Ulquiorra asked in his usual monotone voice.
Aizen gestured towards me. "This is Sora Inoue, the one who has been roaming the Menos Grande forest for the last few months."
I attempted to appear surprised, widening my eyes as if I had no idea that Aizen had been keeping an eye on me. But the truth was that I had suspected as much, especially considering Aizen's tendency to keep tabs on Karakura Town. It was there that I had first transformed, and it was likely that he had been monitoring me ever since.
On the contrary, the reactions of the Espadas varied once more, with some showing outright disdain while others simply looked on with curiosity.
"Replace number 5?" Stark's lazy drawl broke the silence. "So, a few Espadas will be demoted to a lower rank?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, the former number nine has been demoted to the rank of Privaron Espada," Aizen replied coolly.
“Lord Aizen.” Aaroniero stood up, looking uneasy, as uneasy as someone with a crystal for a head could look, anyway. “Please give me an opportunity.”
“You had plenty of opportunities” A single stern look was enough for Aaroniero to quiet down.
He trembled for a moment, his voice barely above a whisper as he responded, "Y-Yes, my lord."
Most of the Espadas looked serious, except for Nnoitra and Grimmjow.
"So, we're just supposed to accept him as our superior?" Nnoitra's voice was laced with disdain as he pointed an accusatory finger at me. "It doesn't make sense."
Grimmjow added, "Yeah, and who's to say this new guy is even strong enough to be an Espada?"
I could feel my anger rising. Who were they to question my strength and worthiness?
"Do you have a problem?" I asked, clenching my fists in an attempt to control my emotions.
"That's none of your business." Nnoitra snarled. "And who asked for your opinion anyway?"
Before I could respond, Aizen's spiritual pressure filled the room, the air grew thick and heavy with an overwhelming sense of power. It wasn't just the sheer magnitude of his spiritual power that set him apart, though. There was something else, something sinister and unnerving that seemed to radiate from him like a dark aura.
Even the strongest Espadas felt a sense of unease as Aizen's spiritual power washed over them, a feeling that I couldn't quite explain.
And as I looked into Aizen's brown eyes, I realized that there was something else that set him apart from most Shinigami. His power was not just in his spiritual pressure, but in his unwavering conviction and his ability to manipulate those around him to achieve his goals.
"Enough," Aizen's voice boomed, cutting through the tension. "Nnoitra, Grimmjow, you would do well to remember your place. As for Sora, I have personally observed his strength, and I can assure you that he is more than capable of fulfilling the duties of an Espada."
Most of the Espada looked serious, but Nnoitra and Grimmjow only quieted down momentarily. I knew that they would not easily accept me as their superior, and I had a feeling that they would be looking for any opportunity to challenge my position.
I actually wrote an omake where the taunted yammy, then I erased it by accident. It was not that good, so I decided to ignore it.
