In the end, despite having spent six whole days contemplating names for our future children, we still hadn't come to a decision.
I had suggested names like Maria or Otohime, but they were quickly rejected by the girls.
To be honest, they were taking this matter far too seriously. It was to the point where they had locked themselves in the room we chose to house the incubators and hadn't come out since we poured our spiritual energy and blood into the devices.
To make matters worse, a small problem had arisen or at least, it was a problem for them.
"Oi, you bastard! Why are our daughters female clones of our Lord?" Cirucci shouted, her voice heavy with fury.
She held Granz by his collar like a puppet. Being stronger than Granz in their base form, it was not a problem for her to treat him like a sack of potatoes.
Granz barely paid attention to Cirucci as he read a weird tablet with data of our children. "It is quite interesting." He declared.
"What is interesting?" Sung-sun replied calmly, but I could sense a steel edge to her tone. "They are healthy, right?"
“They are totally sane, more than sane.” Granz replied, escaping from Cirucci’s clutch. “The reason why they look like female versions of Acidwire is because they are 70% made from his inheritance.”
That was a small surprise. It seemed like the sleeping little girls in the incubators would take more after me then.
Granz continued tapping some buttons on his tablet. “Apart from redundant things like hair or eye color, they mostly inherited the most useful parts from their parents.”
I couldn’t help but feel proud of that. I had spent months devising my wish to the hogyoku, and seeing the successful results in my bloodline was rewarding.
“Bastard, you are belittling us again, right?” Cirucci accused, her face almost steaming from fury.
“Then, they are not clones.” Sung-sun brought a hand to her chest in relief. “I thought you had done something to them.”
“I have not, but I have this new drug that can stimulate their zanpakutou’s power to strengthen by 10%.” Granz smiled at Cirucci.
Seeing this, her fury erupted and she was about to hit him, so I decided it was time to interfere.
“We don’t need such a thing.” I said firmly. The ground around Granz cracked as I released my spiritual pressure in a small burst.
Feeling my power, his smile faded as he fixed his glasses.
“Fine, I don’t need more experimental subjects anyway.” Granz relented. “There are enough desperate mothers around.”
Cirucci’s response to that was immediate. “We will be watching you. If you get near the children, then I will not hesitate to replace you as an espada.”
“Better be careful.” Sung-sun added, her tone icy.
Granz scoffed. “Those are nothing more than empty threats.”
I interrupted before the argument could escalate any further. “Granz, I’m sure there are more people waiting for you.”
I was really itching for the day when I could drop Pesche and Dondochakka on this guy. He was so annoying and pretentious, but he was the best we had for now.
“Right, there are.” Granz said, turning to leave. “We will see each other soon.”
“What a psycho.” Muttered Sung-sun as soon as he left.
I couldn’t help but agree with her.
Breaking us out of our family discussion, a calm voice was heard from beside the incubators.
“See, Cyan Sung-sun? I told you there was nothing to worry about,” Harribel said in her usual composed tone. “They may look like copies of this man, but it’s a small sacrifice for the chance to have a child.”
I was surprised at first when I saw Harribel there, but I guessed she was interested in the prospect of having a child of her own and wanted to observe the process.
Or maybe Aizen was interested in the new generation of Arrancar and sent her to observe us, but I wasn't sure of that.
“And look, she inherited your hair color and the markings on your face.” I pointed out, gesturing towards our little girl.
She was floating inside a green liquid with her eyes closed, a part of her hollow mask was around her neck like mine while a little sword floated beside her in the incubator.
I honestly couldn’t understand their complaints. To me, they looked like a young Orihime when she was five with different hair color and Hollow holes in their chests, just like mine but smaller.
“My daughter will be much taller than me at this pace.” I heard Cirucci mutter, a small tick in her eye.
I sighed as they continued to discuss, this was a discussion I would never win.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over me. No matter how much I tried to reason with them, they would always find something to argue about.
I looked over at Harribel, who had remained silent throughout the exchange. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes focused on my little girls in the incubator.
"Is something wrong?" I asked her.
Harribel turned to me with a small smile. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about how much our world has changed. Who would have thought that we would one day have children of our own?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for the little girl in the incubator. She represented a new beginning for us, a chance to move forward and leave behind the past.
It was then that I decided to leave the room with Harribel, yet I couldn't help but wonder how these changes were affecting me. But for now, it was time for me to heal a certain green haired arrancar.
Aonte He got a pair of daughters. The mc is about to know the terror of powerful children running around.
Omake: The Thief
Urahara was taken aback as he watched the surveillance footage with Tessai.
"So, a foreigner managed to sneak into our store and steal our experimental medicine." He said in disbelief.
Tessai adjusted his glasses. "Unfortunately, that appears to be the case."
“I can’t believe it!” Urahara shook his head in disbelief after seeing the video of a fat man with the grace of a bear entering his store and stealing his research. “And to think a hollow could create such a copy of my gigai.”
"It's a poor imitation, to be sure." Tessai agreed.
"Exactly. It's even leaking spiritual pressure." Urahara noted with a grimace.
"Well, we can't let him get away with this." Tessai said, a determined look in his eye.
"Agreed." Urahara said, already formulating a plan to catch the thief and recover their stolen research.
In the end, despite having spent six whole days contemplating names for our future children, we still hadn't come to a decision.
I had suggested names like Maria or Otohime, but they were quickly rejected by the girls.
To be honest, they were taking this matter far too seriously. It was to the point where they had locked themselves in the room we chose to house the incubators and hadn't come out since we poured our spiritual energy and blood into the devices.
To make matters worse, a small problem had arisen or at least, it was a problem for them.
"Oi, you bastard! Why are our daughters female clones of our Lord?" Cirucci shouted, her voice heavy with fury.
She held Granz by his collar like a puppet. Being stronger than Granz in their base form, it was not a problem for her to treat him like a sack of potatoes.
Granz barely paid attention to Cirucci as he read a weird tablet with data of our children. "It is quite interesting." He declared.
"What is interesting?" Sung-sun replied calmly, but I could sense a steel edge to her tone. "They are healthy, right?"
“They are totally sane, more than sane.” Granz replied, escaping from Cirucci’s clutch. “The reason why they look like female versions of Acidwire is because they are 70% made from his inheritance.”
That was a small surprise. It seemed like the sleeping little girls in the incubators would take more after me then.
Granz continued tapping some buttons on his tablet. “Apart from redundant things like hair or eye color, they mostly inherited the most useful parts from their parents.”
I couldn’t help but feel proud of that. I had spent months devising my wish to the hogyoku, and seeing the successful results in my bloodline was rewarding.
“Bastard, you are belittling us again, right?” Cirucci accused, her face almost steaming from fury.
“Then, they are not clones.” Sung-sun brought a hand to her chest in relief. “I thought you had done something to them.”
“I have not, but I have this new drug that can stimulate their zanpakutou’s power to strengthen by 10%.” Granz smiled at Cirucci.
Seeing this, her fury erupted and she was about to hit him, so I decided it was time to interfere.
“We don’t need such a thing.” I said firmly. The ground around Granz cracked as I released my spiritual pressure in a small burst.
Feeling my power, his smile faded as he fixed his glasses.
“Fine, I don’t need more experimental subjects anyway.” Granz relented. “There are enough desperate mothers around.”
Cirucci’s response to that was immediate. “We will be watching you. If you get near the children, then I will not hesitate to replace you as an espada.”
“Better be careful.” Sung-sun added, her tone icy.
Granz scoffed. “Those are nothing more than empty threats.”
I interrupted before the argument could escalate any further. “Granz, I’m sure there are more people waiting for you.”
I was really itching for the day when I could drop Pesche and Dondochakka on this guy. He was so annoying and pretentious, but he was the best we had for now.
“Right, there are.” Granz said, turning to leave. “We will see each other soon.”
“What a psycho.” Muttered Sung-sun as soon as he left.
I couldn’t help but agree with her.
Breaking us out of our family discussion, a calm voice was heard from beside the incubators.
“See, Cyan Sung-sun? I told you there was nothing to worry about,” Harribel said in her usual composed tone. “They may look like copies of this man, but it’s a small sacrifice for the chance to have a child.”
I was surprised at first when I saw Harribel there, but I guessed she was interested in the prospect of having a child of her own and wanted to observe the process.
Or maybe Aizen was interested in the new generation of Arrancar and sent her to observe us, but I wasn't sure of that.
“And look, she inherited your hair color and the markings on your face.” I pointed out, gesturing towards our little girl.
She was floating inside a green liquid with her eyes closed, a part of her hollow mask was around her neck like mine while a little sword floated beside her in the incubator.
I honestly couldn’t understand their complaints. To me, they looked like a young Orihime when she was five with different hair color and Hollow holes in their chests, just like mine but smaller.
“My daughter will be much taller than me at this pace.” I heard Cirucci mutter, a small tick in her eye.
I sighed as they continued to discuss, this was a discussion I would never win.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over me. No matter how much I tried to reason with them, they would always find something to argue about.
I looked over at Harribel, who had remained silent throughout the exchange. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes focused on my little girls in the incubator.
"Is something wrong?" I asked her.
Harribel turned to me with a small smile. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about how much our world has changed. Who would have thought that we would one day have children of our own?"
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for the little girl in the incubator. She represented a new beginning for us, a chance to move forward and leave behind the past.
It was then that I decided to leave the room with Harribel, yet I couldn't help but wonder how these changes were affecting me. But for now, it was time for me to heal a certain green haired arrancar.
Aonte He got a pair of daughters. The mc is about to know the terror of powerful children running around.
Omake: The Thief
Urahara was taken aback as he watched the surveillance footage with Tessai.
"So, a foreigner managed to sneak into our store and steal our experimental medicine." He said in disbelief.
Tessai adjusted his glasses. "Unfortunately, that appears to be the case."
“I can’t believe it!” Urahara shook his head in disbelief after seeing the video of a fat man with the grace of a bear entering his store and stealing his research. “And to think a hollow could create such a copy of my gigai.”
"It's a poor imitation, to be sure." Tessai agreed.
"Exactly. It's even leaking spiritual pressure." Urahara noted with a grimace.
"Well, we can't let him get away with this." Tessai said, a determined look in his eye.
"Agreed." Urahara said, already formulating a plan to catch the thief and recover their stolen research.
