“Good, everything seems to work.” I said as I cleaned my hands from the dust with a grin of satisfaction.
It had taken us the entire afternoon, but we had finally managed to set up all the equipment that Szayelaporro's subordinates had left in my office. The huge round monitor and the computer, typically used by Shinigamis, had been placed along with a few chairs beside a big window.
"Finally, we can start our plan." Cirucci exclaimed, looking eagerly at the monitoring equipment. "I thought we'd never finish."
"We would have finished earlier if you didn't make me move it one centimeter every minute." Asguiaro growled, his face contorted in fury as he pointed an accusing finger at the former Espada. "You could have helped me."
"You obviously lack an eye for aesthetics." Cirucci's voice rose in anger. "Someone superior has to lead you."
"What did you say, woman?" Asguiaro balled his hand into a fist, ready to fight.
“Are you deaf or dumb.” Cirucci exclaimed.
I decided to ignore the bickering pair, knowing my pseudo girlfriend could control him. Instead I turned to the hollow that Aizen had provided for my mission.
It was a massive grey hollow with a long snake tail instead of legs. I couldn't help but notice the similarities between its appearance and my former self, as a common hollow. The only differences were its four arms instead of two, and its lack of my characteristic black hair.
I approached the hollow, examining it carefully for any flaws that might jeopardize the mission. After a few minutes, I turned to Asguiaro and Cirucci. "It is good enough for the mission." I said, turning to face them. "I already tested it with Tousen back then."
Asguiaro and Cirucci both nodded in agreement, and I could see the excitement in their eyes. We were ready to begin our plan, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside me.
I sat down on a carpet with my hands extended in front of my chest, focusing my will on my new task.
The air around me crackled with energy as I began to condense my spiritual power into a ball. Slowly, I spread it around the hollow, starting with its tail. I shaped my spirit energy like a snake coiling around its prey, slowly but surely, it coiled around the hollow until it covered its head.
At first, the hollow resisted my will, its fiery red eyes glowing with defiance. But I persevered, overpowering its weak willpower with my own. Gradually, I could feel the resistance melting away, replaced by a sense of compliance.
Finally, with a deep breath, I closed my eyes and opened the hollow's own eyes. It was now under my complete control.
“It's done.” I said, using the hollow mouth, its voice was heavy and animalistic. “It’s a weird feeling to have some extra weight.”
I clenched the four arms of this body, feeling unbalanced by the act.
"Let's not waste any more time. Asguiaro, open the garganta."
Asguiaro lifted his hands towards the air as he focused his energy. The air around us seemed to ripple and tear, and a black portal appeared in front of us. The garganta.
Asguiaro bowed deeply, his face solemn. "I opened the garganta for you, Lord." He said dramatically. "I pray for your success."
Cirucci rolled her eyes at Asguiaro's dramatics. “My Darling… The boss doesn’t need your prayers.” She said, rubbing my main body’s shoulder with a proud smile. "His success is guaranteed."
“Tsk.” Asguiaro clicked his tongue, clearly displeased by her comment. "I'll have you know, my prayers are powerful." He muttered under his breath.
"I'm not actually going away, you know," I reminded them from my main body, startling both of them. "I'm completely capable of controlling two bodies at the same time."
I was. I had practiced plenty enough with that weird copy of a gigai that I had gotten. To the point that it became a small nuisance to speak with two bodies at the same time. Although, I still preferred not to do so.
Controlling my new puppet, I willed it to enter the garganta, knowing that my task was easy but delicate.
Aonte Man, I had thought about this mini arc for some time, how to keep the character development while not following canon?
I hope the weirdness of the next few chapters don’t scare the readers.
Omake: Mistaken as a bum
The fat man let out a triumphant roar as he pushed Sado's arm down in an arm-wrestling contest.
"I told you, I'm the best at this!" He exclaimed, grinning widely.
Sado remained silent, a single bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Just then, Ikumi burst into the room carrying drinks, her face contorted with anger.
"Can you guys keep it down? You'll wake my child." She shouted, glaring at them.
"Sorry about that," the fat man apologized, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "We got carried away."
"I'm letting you stay here because you're homeless, and because you saved my son," Ikumi reminded him sternly. "Don't forget that."
The man's face fell with shame, and he lowered his gaze to the floor. "I know," he muttered. "I'm grateful for your kindness."
Sado stood up, his muscular frame towering over the man. "I'm leaving." He announced. "We can do that training you mentioned another day."
The man gave him a thumbs up from the couch. "Don’t forget about it."
"Bye, Sado. And as for you," Ikumi turned to the fat man with a stern expression. "Here's your schedule for tomorrow." She said, handing him a piece of paper. "We have ten deliveries."
The fat man let out a loud groan, regretting his decision to come to the human world.
“Good, everything seems to work.” I said as I cleaned my hands from the dust with a grin of satisfaction.
It had taken us the entire afternoon, but we had finally managed to set up all the equipment that Szayelaporro's subordinates had left in my office. The huge round monitor and the computer, typically used by Shinigamis, had been placed along with a few chairs beside a big window.
"Finally, we can start our plan." Cirucci exclaimed, looking eagerly at the monitoring equipment. "I thought we'd never finish."
"We would have finished earlier if you didn't make me move it one centimeter every minute." Asguiaro growled, his face contorted in fury as he pointed an accusing finger at the former Espada. "You could have helped me."
"You obviously lack an eye for aesthetics." Cirucci's voice rose in anger. "Someone superior has to lead you."
"What did you say, woman?" Asguiaro balled his hand into a fist, ready to fight.
“Are you deaf or dumb.” Cirucci exclaimed.
I decided to ignore the bickering pair, knowing my pseudo girlfriend could control him. Instead I turned to the hollow that Aizen had provided for my mission.
It was a massive grey hollow with a long snake tail instead of legs. I couldn't help but notice the similarities between its appearance and my former self, as a common hollow. The only differences were its four arms instead of two, and its lack of my characteristic black hair.
I approached the hollow, examining it carefully for any flaws that might jeopardize the mission. After a few minutes, I turned to Asguiaro and Cirucci. "It is good enough for the mission." I said, turning to face them. "I already tested it with Tousen back then."
Asguiaro and Cirucci both nodded in agreement, and I could see the excitement in their eyes. We were ready to begin our plan, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside me.
I sat down on a carpet with my hands extended in front of my chest, focusing my will on my new task.
The air around me crackled with energy as I began to condense my spiritual power into a ball. Slowly, I spread it around the hollow, starting with its tail. I shaped my spirit energy like a snake coiling around its prey, slowly but surely, it coiled around the hollow until it covered its head.
At first, the hollow resisted my will, its fiery red eyes glowing with defiance. But I persevered, overpowering its weak willpower with my own. Gradually, I could feel the resistance melting away, replaced by a sense of compliance.
Finally, with a deep breath, I closed my eyes and opened the hollow's own eyes. It was now under my complete control.
“It's done.” I said, using the hollow mouth, its voice was heavy and animalistic. “It’s a weird feeling to have some extra weight.”
I clenched the four arms of this body, feeling unbalanced by the act.
"Let's not waste any more time. Asguiaro, open the garganta."
Asguiaro lifted his hands towards the air as he focused his energy. The air around us seemed to ripple and tear, and a black portal appeared in front of us. The garganta.
Asguiaro bowed deeply, his face solemn. "I opened the garganta for you, Lord." He said dramatically. "I pray for your success."
Cirucci rolled her eyes at Asguiaro's dramatics. “My Darling… The boss doesn’t need your prayers.” She said, rubbing my main body’s shoulder with a proud smile. "His success is guaranteed."
“Tsk.” Asguiaro clicked his tongue, clearly displeased by her comment. "I'll have you know, my prayers are powerful." He muttered under his breath.
"I'm not actually going away, you know," I reminded them from my main body, startling both of them. "I'm completely capable of controlling two bodies at the same time."
I was. I had practiced plenty enough with that weird copy of a gigai that I had gotten. To the point that it became a small nuisance to speak with two bodies at the same time. Although, I still preferred not to do so.
Controlling my new puppet, I willed it to enter the garganta, knowing that my task was easy but delicate.
Aonte Man, I had thought about this mini arc for some time, how to keep the character development while not following canon?
I hope the weirdness of the next few chapters don’t scare the readers.
Omake: Mistaken as a bum
The fat man let out a triumphant roar as he pushed Sado's arm down in an arm-wrestling contest.
"I told you, I'm the best at this!" He exclaimed, grinning widely.
Sado remained silent, a single bead of sweat forming on his forehead. Just then, Ikumi burst into the room carrying drinks, her face contorted with anger.
"Can you guys keep it down? You'll wake my child." She shouted, glaring at them.
"Sorry about that," the fat man apologized, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "We got carried away."
"I'm letting you stay here because you're homeless, and because you saved my son," Ikumi reminded him sternly. "Don't forget that."
The man's face fell with shame, and he lowered his gaze to the floor. "I know," he muttered. "I'm grateful for your kindness."
Sado stood up, his muscular frame towering over the man. "I'm leaving." He announced. "We can do that training you mentioned another day."
The man gave him a thumbs up from the couch. "Don’t forget about it."
"Bye, Sado. And as for you," Ikumi turned to the fat man with a stern expression. "Here's your schedule for tomorrow." She said, handing him a piece of paper. "We have ten deliveries."
The fat man let out a loud groan, regretting his decision to come to the human world.
