I stepped through the Garganta, emerging into the human world, the spiritual energy taking on a thinner quality.
The familiar sounds of cars, machines and distant chatter filled my ears, blending with the annoying energy of this world.
The transition from the desolate landscape of Hueco Mundo to the vibrant human realm was always a stark contrast.
Yawning, I stretched my arms wide, relieving the tension in my muscles.
A faint smirk curled upon my lips as I surveyed the human world before me.
“Well, well, what a disappointment.” I muttered to myself. “In the end, the best infiltration hollow that has ever existed is none other than myself.”
To be honest, It was not a lie. Before coming here, I had captured a few hollows to aid in my infiltration of the human world. I had gotten a few puppets, ranging from praying mantis to crows like hollows. But in the end, their stealth skills paled compared to my own.
Why? Well, an example would be this big red cow like hollow that tried to hide under the monochromatic sands of hueco mundo, thinking it could go unnoticed....
My face had gotten red from a heavy facepalm I did back them.
In the end, I decided to move by myself and come here.
As I arrived at my destination, Urahara's store, I started to lower my spirit power to my lowest limit to conceal myself.
If the timing was right, they were away from it as they were on their way to save Ichigo, Chad and my sister from Ulquiorra and Yammy. I just had to avoid the little monster kids in the store and everything would go smoothly.
Using a controlled burst of Sonido, I appeared in front of the door of Urahara’s little store. Stretching my senses, I could feel all kinds of mechanical and kido traps placed throughout the structure's roof, walls, and even its furnishings.
I imagined they had activated these defenses before departing to the rescue of my sister, Chad and their monkey. Yet, their efforts held little significance in my mind.
I nonchalantly swung open the door, ignoring the screaming alarm that sounded like a stressed alpaca. Immediately, a bunch of red and orange Kido blasts flew toward me.
I easily deflected the ten projectiles aimed at my face and groin with my bare hands. Simultaneously, I evaded an eleventh attack, aimed at my lower back, with a fast sidestep.
With my higher strength, it was easy to overpower energy attacks and physical blows by using a simple application of Hierro.
“Fuck.” I cursed.
After dodging a tickling machine, a nasty harmer was dropped from the roof and about to hit me in the groin. Fortunately, I managed to deflect it with my knee, causing the joint to throb with each step.
“Stop right there.” A young voice exclaimed.
A young girl’s concerned plea followed him. "Wait, Jinta!"
“Ururu attack…..ugh”
To my amusement, the hammer flew out of control and smacked a certain red-haired little boy square in the stomach, sending him flying like a ragdoll and crashing into his female companion, a little girl.
“That hurt like crazy.” I said, grabbing my knee and rubbing it while I walked to the mess of the store.
Looking at the kids, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Urahara’s trap had backfired spectacularly, leaving his guards knocked out cold, their eyes bulging comically from their sockets.
With their defenses finally down, I ventured further into the store, ready to steal Urahara's secrets and pay him back for destroying my beloved Renato gigai.
As I entered the familiar storeroom where I had stolen the medicine the last time, I was met with a surprising sight. Instead of the research products I had seen last time, the room was filled with an array of failed projects and oddities.
Hastily, I destroyed… opened a box where there used to be a sphere that created energy shields, only to discover it full of pocky sticks and a mischievous sticker bearing Urahara's smiling face branded each of them.
“That crafty bastard!” I couldn’t help but shout in frustration after opening another box filled with risqué underwear.
I hesitated a moment, rubbing the fabric, but I dropped it. “It’s not worth it.” I said to comfort myself.
Urahara probably had everything here manipulated or worse, it could have been worn by the blond storekeeper or or his hulking assistant, Tessai.
Thanks to that though and the shudder it caused me, I managed to resist the temptation of keeping it for later.
I breathed deeply to regain my focus. Knowing Urahara, he already had everything important in his possession or hidden in a secret location known only to him.
Still, my instincts were screaming at me to destroy a little corner of the room, call it a hunch or Sora’s wish to stomp other’s houses. I didn’t really care.
So, I gathered my spiritual power in my mouth, my cheeks bulged, the skin strained. Then, I released my acid, targeting that little corner of the storeroom.
The corrosive liquid dissolved the surface in milliseconds, revealing a neat box of files hidden within. Yet, my acid continued its relentless work, rapidly eating away at the contents.
Acting quickly, I grabbed three files from the box before they succumbed to the corrosive assault.
“Medical treatment for crippled Soul Reapers, Captain trap and Yuroichi’s ass pics... ahem... research material.” I read the titles with a sly grin.
Feeling satisfied with my little loot, I decided to get out of the place.
However, just as I was about to exit the store, a pang of guilt struck me as I remembered the unconscious little guardians of the store.
I lightly hit my forehead before walking up to them.
“You better be grateful.” I scolded the unconscious kids as I dragged them outside the store. Their heads bumping here and there with the scattered parts of the traps.
Behind me, the room crumbled and collapsed under the relentless power of my acid, reducing it to mere rubble.
Feeling satisfied with my shoddy work, and cleaned my hands from dust and decided to rush out to my sister’s side.
Aonte
The arrancars are about to get into action.
I have finally fixed my patreon link… I don’t know, it is awkward to announce it.
Omake: Little trouble
Noelle Inoue glared at her sister, Esmeralda Inoue, her tiny fists clenched tightly.
“I’m going with Daddy.” Noelle declared, enunciating each word with surprising clarity for her undeveloped vocabulary.
“No.” Esmeralda retorted, fixing her sibling with a stern gaze. “Daddy is working.”
In a burst of childish determination, Noelle unleashed her spiritual pressure, Esmeralda matching it with her own.
The ground beneath them cracked, and just as the tension reached its peak, Harribel appeared in the scene.
With a swift movement, she pulled the cheeks of both, stopping their little power struggle.
“Enough! You two need to behave.” Harribel scolded, releasing her grip.
Both of the children puffed out their red cheeks, and looked away, afraid of the big boobed Espada.
I stepped through the Garganta, emerging into the human world, the spiritual energy taking on a thinner quality.
The familiar sounds of cars, machines and distant chatter filled my ears, blending with the annoying energy of this world.
The transition from the desolate landscape of Hueco Mundo to the vibrant human realm was always a stark contrast.
Yawning, I stretched my arms wide, relieving the tension in my muscles.
A faint smirk curled upon my lips as I surveyed the human world before me.
“Well, well, what a disappointment.” I muttered to myself. “In the end, the best infiltration hollow that has ever existed is none other than myself.”
To be honest, It was not a lie. Before coming here, I had captured a few hollows to aid in my infiltration of the human world. I had gotten a few puppets, ranging from praying mantis to crows like hollows. But in the end, their stealth skills paled compared to my own.
Why? Well, an example would be this big red cow like hollow that tried to hide under the monochromatic sands of hueco mundo, thinking it could go unnoticed....
My face had gotten red from a heavy facepalm I did back them.
In the end, I decided to move by myself and come here.
As I arrived at my destination, Urahara's store, I started to lower my spirit power to my lowest limit to conceal myself.
If the timing was right, they were away from it as they were on their way to save Ichigo, Chad and my sister from Ulquiorra and Yammy. I just had to avoid the little monster kids in the store and everything would go smoothly.
Using a controlled burst of Sonido, I appeared in front of the door of Urahara’s little store. Stretching my senses, I could feel all kinds of mechanical and kido traps placed throughout the structure's roof, walls, and even its furnishings.
I imagined they had activated these defenses before departing to the rescue of my sister, Chad and their monkey. Yet, their efforts held little significance in my mind.
I nonchalantly swung open the door, ignoring the screaming alarm that sounded like a stressed alpaca. Immediately, a bunch of red and orange Kido blasts flew toward me.
I easily deflected the ten projectiles aimed at my face and groin with my bare hands. Simultaneously, I evaded an eleventh attack, aimed at my lower back, with a fast sidestep.
With my higher strength, it was easy to overpower energy attacks and physical blows by using a simple application of Hierro.
“Fuck.” I cursed.
After dodging a tickling machine, a nasty harmer was dropped from the roof and about to hit me in the groin. Fortunately, I managed to deflect it with my knee, causing the joint to throb with each step.
“Stop right there.” A young voice exclaimed.
A young girl’s concerned plea followed him. "Wait, Jinta!"
“Ururu attack…..ugh”
To my amusement, the hammer flew out of control and smacked a certain red-haired little boy square in the stomach, sending him flying like a ragdoll and crashing into his female companion, a little girl.
“That hurt like crazy.” I said, grabbing my knee and rubbing it while I walked to the mess of the store.
Looking at the kids, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Urahara’s trap had backfired spectacularly, leaving his guards knocked out cold, their eyes bulging comically from their sockets.
With their defenses finally down, I ventured further into the store, ready to steal Urahara's secrets and pay him back for destroying my beloved Renato gigai.
As I entered the familiar storeroom where I had stolen the medicine the last time, I was met with a surprising sight. Instead of the research products I had seen last time, the room was filled with an array of failed projects and oddities.
Hastily, I destroyed… opened a box where there used to be a sphere that created energy shields, only to discover it full of pocky sticks and a mischievous sticker bearing Urahara's smiling face branded each of them.
“That crafty bastard!” I couldn’t help but shout in frustration after opening another box filled with risqué underwear.
I hesitated a moment, rubbing the fabric, but I dropped it. “It’s not worth it.” I said to comfort myself.
Urahara probably had everything here manipulated or worse, it could have been worn by the blond storekeeper or or his hulking assistant, Tessai.
Thanks to that though and the shudder it caused me, I managed to resist the temptation of keeping it for later.
I breathed deeply to regain my focus. Knowing Urahara, he already had everything important in his possession or hidden in a secret location known only to him.
Still, my instincts were screaming at me to destroy a little corner of the room, call it a hunch or Sora’s wish to stomp other’s houses. I didn’t really care.
So, I gathered my spiritual power in my mouth, my cheeks bulged, the skin strained. Then, I released my acid, targeting that little corner of the storeroom.
The corrosive liquid dissolved the surface in milliseconds, revealing a neat box of files hidden within. Yet, my acid continued its relentless work, rapidly eating away at the contents.
Acting quickly, I grabbed three files from the box before they succumbed to the corrosive assault.
“Medical treatment for crippled Soul Reapers, Captain trap and Yuroichi’s ass pics... ahem... research material.” I read the titles with a sly grin.
Feeling satisfied with my little loot, I decided to get out of the place.
However, just as I was about to exit the store, a pang of guilt struck me as I remembered the unconscious little guardians of the store.
I lightly hit my forehead before walking up to them.
“You better be grateful.” I scolded the unconscious kids as I dragged them outside the store. Their heads bumping here and there with the scattered parts of the traps.
Behind me, the room crumbled and collapsed under the relentless power of my acid, reducing it to mere rubble.
Feeling satisfied with my shoddy work, and cleaned my hands from dust and decided to rush out to my sister’s side.
Aonte
The arrancars are about to get into action.
I have finally fixed my patreon link… I don’t know, it is awkward to announce it.
Omake: Little trouble
Noelle Inoue glared at her sister, Esmeralda Inoue, her tiny fists clenched tightly.
“I’m going with Daddy.” Noelle declared, enunciating each word with surprising clarity for her undeveloped vocabulary.
“No.” Esmeralda retorted, fixing her sibling with a stern gaze. “Daddy is working.”
In a burst of childish determination, Noelle unleashed her spiritual pressure, Esmeralda matching it with her own.
The ground beneath them cracked, and just as the tension reached its peak, Harribel appeared in the scene.
With a swift movement, she pulled the cheeks of both, stopping their little power struggle.
“Enough! You two need to behave.” Harribel scolded, releasing her grip.
Both of the children puffed out their red cheeks, and looked away, afraid of the big boobed Espada.
