Yammy's grin at the save quickly faded, his expression shifting from gratitude to confusion.
“Huh?... Ulquiorra…”
Without wasting a moment, Ulquiorra swiftly swung the same hand he had used to stop Urahara's attack and forcefully jabbed it into Yammy's stomach, blood spraying everywhere.
I had seen that one coming, still,I couldn't help but cringe in sympathy as Yammy slightly crouched, holding his bleeding stomach.
“What did you do that for?” Yammy asked between heavy breaths.
“Fool. Get a hold of yourself, Yammy.” Ulquiorra calmly explained, his hand still dripping with Yammy's blood. “Those two are Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin. You can’t possibly defeat them at your current stage.”
Using his bloodied hand, Ulquiorra sliced through the air, opening a garganta, the ominous mouth-like portal with square teeth that seemed to devour the fabric of space itself.
It seemed that he could discern when he was outmatched. He chose to retreat even though we apparently held the advantage over our enemies.
Taking the opportunity, I moved with lightning speed. My hand struck Orihime's neck with just enough force to weaken her. The color drained from her face, and her body went limp.
I swiftly hoisted her over my shoulder, her limp form feeling like a soft sack of potatoes as she confusedly looked at me with half closed eyes.
“hmm… Brother.” Orihime managed to utter, her voice filled with confusion, but her consciousness was failing her.
As I prepared to rush into the garganta, Yoruichi's furious voice cut through the air, her eyes ablaze with anger at my blatant act of kidnapping her pupil.
"Running away, are we?" Yoruichi taunted, her words laced with both disdain and annoyance, her playful smirk contrasting with her tone.
Urahara's spiritual pressure surged. His eyes locked with mine, a silent challenge passed between us.
“You won’t take her away.” He declared, pointing his sword at me.
A mischievous smirk emerged on my lips as I observed the situation.
Then, with a swift step, my Sonido propelled me past them, effortlessly bypassing their attempt of blocking me.
I even had the opportunity to slash the back of Urahara’s hat with my sword.
Having effortlessly outmaneuvered them, I now stood beside Yammy and Ulquiorra, feeling proud as I taunted them.
“You can’t stop me from being with my family.” I taunted them. “Not with your self imposed rules.”
I was really enjoying riling them up. Although what I said was true, I wanted to be with my sister, fulfilling Sora's desire to protect her by having her close by.
And I had not forgotten what would happen to her once Aizen and Ulquiorra kidnapped her. I knew all too well the psychological torment they would subject her to, manipulating her to come to Hueco Mundo seemingly on her own.
There was no way I would allow them to play with her, instead I would keep her close by and ensure that Ichigo came to Hueco Mundo.
Two objectives achieved by facing the most tricky enemy of the human world.
Unfortunately, Ulquiorra disregarded my little show and turned to look at our enemies.
It was then that I noticed Tessai had joined them, after ensuring Sado and Ichigo safety with a sturdy looking kido shield.
“You won’t stop us.” Ulquiorra declared with a chilling calmness. “You know what would happen if you tried to fight us while protecting those two pieces of garbage.”
As the garganta finally opened completely, I observed Urahara's reaction with keen interest. His normally composed demeanor wavered for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his eyes.
“You may underestimate their worth.” Urahara interjected, his voice laced with a hint of defiance. “But I believe in their potential, even if you do not.”
We heard him, but decided to step into the garganta. Yet, my stoic fellow espada couldn’t resist adding a final barb to Ichigo's shattered resolve.
“We’ve achieved our immediate objective. I’ll tell Lord Aizen that this so-called shinigami that he has his eyes on… is trash not worth killing.” Ulquiorra said, emphasizing his last words.
Ichigo, now kneeling in defeat, tried to stand up to reach Orihime as we entered the garganta. However, his eyes lacked their usual fire, his spirit was broken and devoid of its former spark.
While I believed in Ichigo’s monstrous potential, the ones who could bring out that potential were not present here right now.
That’s why I decided to ignore him, to push him to pursue us and strengthen himself in the process.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” I casually remarked, reaching into my clothes.
With a sly grin, I casually waved Urahara’s research document on Yoruichi in their direction, enjoying the flicker of recognition from the blond mad man.
The last sight I saw before the garganta closed behind me was that of Yoruichi casting a hateful gaze toward Urahara while Ichigo, broken and defeated, fell to the ground with his mind broken.
Aonte Time for a family drama. Man, I read some comments on reddit complaining about how Ichigo has emotional trouble every five chapters.
He is fifteen… Even old people had emotional trouble every few days…
Omake: Little trouble (3)
Cirucci was lazily cleaning her nails while Noelle peacefully slept on her lap, when Cyan Sung-sun voiced her concern.
“Do you think he will bring his sister?” She asked with worry.
Cirucci glanced at her like she was stupid. “Obviously, he won’t miss the opportunity.”
Sung-sun let out a tired sigh. “I can only hope he starts being less reckless. Lord Aizen already considers him a nuisance.”
Cirucci smirked mischievously. “You know that is impossible.”
Just then, little Esmeralda entered the scene.
“Ready.” She declared proudly, dusting off her tiny hands.
She had prepared a blanket and a fluffy pillow beside some kind of fridge thingy?
“Now, chubby aunty will sleep here.” She announced to the amusement of her mother and Cirucci. “Away from daddy and mine… bed.”
The absurdity of the situation and Esmeralda's innocent humor filled the room with contagious laughter, temporarily forgetting the seriousness of the upcoming war.
Yammy's grin at the save quickly faded, his expression shifting from gratitude to confusion.
“Huh?... Ulquiorra…”
Without wasting a moment, Ulquiorra swiftly swung the same hand he had used to stop Urahara's attack and forcefully jabbed it into Yammy's stomach, blood spraying everywhere.
I had seen that one coming, still,I couldn't help but cringe in sympathy as Yammy slightly crouched, holding his bleeding stomach.
“What did you do that for?” Yammy asked between heavy breaths.
“Fool. Get a hold of yourself, Yammy.” Ulquiorra calmly explained, his hand still dripping with Yammy's blood. “Those two are Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin. You can’t possibly defeat them at your current stage.”
Using his bloodied hand, Ulquiorra sliced through the air, opening a garganta, the ominous mouth-like portal with square teeth that seemed to devour the fabric of space itself.
It seemed that he could discern when he was outmatched. He chose to retreat even though we apparently held the advantage over our enemies.
Taking the opportunity, I moved with lightning speed. My hand struck Orihime's neck with just enough force to weaken her. The color drained from her face, and her body went limp.
I swiftly hoisted her over my shoulder, her limp form feeling like a soft sack of potatoes as she confusedly looked at me with half closed eyes.
“hmm… Brother.” Orihime managed to utter, her voice filled with confusion, but her consciousness was failing her.
As I prepared to rush into the garganta, Yoruichi's furious voice cut through the air, her eyes ablaze with anger at my blatant act of kidnapping her pupil.
"Running away, are we?" Yoruichi taunted, her words laced with both disdain and annoyance, her playful smirk contrasting with her tone.
Urahara's spiritual pressure surged. His eyes locked with mine, a silent challenge passed between us.
“You won’t take her away.” He declared, pointing his sword at me.
A mischievous smirk emerged on my lips as I observed the situation.
Then, with a swift step, my Sonido propelled me past them, effortlessly bypassing their attempt of blocking me.
I even had the opportunity to slash the back of Urahara’s hat with my sword.
Having effortlessly outmaneuvered them, I now stood beside Yammy and Ulquiorra, feeling proud as I taunted them.
“You can’t stop me from being with my family.” I taunted them. “Not with your self imposed rules.”
I was really enjoying riling them up. Although what I said was true, I wanted to be with my sister, fulfilling Sora's desire to protect her by having her close by.
And I had not forgotten what would happen to her once Aizen and Ulquiorra kidnapped her. I knew all too well the psychological torment they would subject her to, manipulating her to come to Hueco Mundo seemingly on her own.
There was no way I would allow them to play with her, instead I would keep her close by and ensure that Ichigo came to Hueco Mundo.
Two objectives achieved by facing the most tricky enemy of the human world.
Unfortunately, Ulquiorra disregarded my little show and turned to look at our enemies.
It was then that I noticed Tessai had joined them, after ensuring Sado and Ichigo safety with a sturdy looking kido shield.
“You won’t stop us.” Ulquiorra declared with a chilling calmness. “You know what would happen if you tried to fight us while protecting those two pieces of garbage.”
As the garganta finally opened completely, I observed Urahara's reaction with keen interest. His normally composed demeanor wavered for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his eyes.
“You may underestimate their worth.” Urahara interjected, his voice laced with a hint of defiance. “But I believe in their potential, even if you do not.”
We heard him, but decided to step into the garganta. Yet, my stoic fellow espada couldn’t resist adding a final barb to Ichigo's shattered resolve.
“We’ve achieved our immediate objective. I’ll tell Lord Aizen that this so-called shinigami that he has his eyes on… is trash not worth killing.” Ulquiorra said, emphasizing his last words.
Ichigo, now kneeling in defeat, tried to stand up to reach Orihime as we entered the garganta. However, his eyes lacked their usual fire, his spirit was broken and devoid of its former spark.
While I believed in Ichigo’s monstrous potential, the ones who could bring out that potential were not present here right now.
That’s why I decided to ignore him, to push him to pursue us and strengthen himself in the process.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” I casually remarked, reaching into my clothes.
With a sly grin, I casually waved Urahara’s research document on Yoruichi in their direction, enjoying the flicker of recognition from the blond mad man.
The last sight I saw before the garganta closed behind me was that of Yoruichi casting a hateful gaze toward Urahara while Ichigo, broken and defeated, fell to the ground with his mind broken.
Aonte Time for a family drama. Man, I read some comments on reddit complaining about how Ichigo has emotional trouble every five chapters.
He is fifteen… Even old people had emotional trouble every few days…
Omake: Little trouble (3)
Cirucci was lazily cleaning her nails while Noelle peacefully slept on her lap, when Cyan Sung-sun voiced her concern.
“Do you think he will bring his sister?” She asked with worry.
Cirucci glanced at her like she was stupid. “Obviously, he won’t miss the opportunity.”
Sung-sun let out a tired sigh. “I can only hope he starts being less reckless. Lord Aizen already considers him a nuisance.”
Cirucci smirked mischievously. “You know that is impossible.”
Just then, little Esmeralda entered the scene.
“Ready.” She declared proudly, dusting off her tiny hands.
She had prepared a blanket and a fluffy pillow beside some kind of fridge thingy?
“Now, chubby aunty will sleep here.” She announced to the amusement of her mother and Cirucci. “Away from daddy and mine… bed.”
The absurdity of the situation and Esmeralda's innocent humor filled the room with contagious laughter, temporarily forgetting the seriousness of the upcoming war.
