My gaze rested upon my melancholic sister. Her trembling figure caused a wave of sadness to wash over me.
She had spent the last few days after I kidnapped her, staring out of the window at the empty grounds of Las Noches. The only times her expression changed was when my daughters decided to playfully tease her.
She actually took it as a child’s game, and had not noticed the sadistic streak of my children. Even then, their antics were just a brief respite for the heavy mood.
Her melancholy had only grown worse after Aizen had called for her through Harribel to demonstrate her powers, not once, but twice.
I didn’t know what he had said to her, but she had barely slept since then.
The only thing stopping me from melting this castle we lived in with my acid, was Sung-sun’s reassurances that no one had touched my sister.
At least, only if I could believe in Harribel’s words who had witnessed the whole affair.
Lowering my gaze, I met my daughters’ shining eyes.
“I'm leaving your auntie in your hands.” I told them, issuing an important mission. “We can play together later.”
Esmeralda nodded with a serious expression, like a soldier departing on a mission. Noelle, at her side, rolled her eyes at her sister.
“Don’t worry.” Noelle said while glancing at Orihime with a mischievous expression.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I affectionately ruffled their hair. With a final farewell, I turned around and left, knowing that with my daughters at her side, Orihime was in for an unpredictable time.
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Leaving the melancholic atmosphere behind, I decided to climb one of the towering structures of Las Noches, seeking to stop an upcoming clusterfuck.
After waiting for an hour, I could feel a group of arrancar gathering around the spiritual signature of Grimmjow.
Following their signatures, I was able to see their tiny figures from afar. They seemed to be laughing, joking about their upcoming escapade to the Human World.
Channeling my spiritual energy into my legs. I crouched low, my muscles coiling like a spring, ready to unleash my strike.
Activating my Sonido, I shot forward like a bullet, appearing behind Grimmjow in an instant.
His five subordinates’ eyes widened as Grimmjow was sent face first rolling through the sand like a skipping rock on water.
Reacting swiftly, his fracción members quickly formed a human wall, positioning themselves between me and their fallen leader.
“You are disobeying your orders, Grimmjow.” I bellowed out in anger, stunning his fraccion members.
“Huh.” Grimmjow groaned as he tried to comically get up from the sand.
Among the stunned arrancars before me, Shawlong Koufang gritted his teeth and managed to step up.
“My apologies for our insolence, Lord Acidwire.” He said while doing a deep bow, his braided hair dropping on his shoulder. “We knew we were wrong, but we had to prove our loyalty to our cause.”
“Shawlong, are you imbecile? We don’t need to explain ourselves.” Edrad Liones protested, his muscles bulging as he withstood the weight of my powerful spiritual pressure.
I was about to retort at their stupidity when Grimmjow finally managed to get up. In an instant, he charged forward.
“Inoue!” He roared, his mouth gaping wide to reveal his sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight. “Today is the last time you get in my way.”
At that, he rushed forward, his clenched fist aiming towards me in a straight line.
It was such a slow hit for my eyes, that I easily managed to deviate it with the back of my hand.
Then, I punched him in the stomach, causing him to spit as he doubled down in agony. Following up, I hit him with my left hand, causing his face to distort as he went flying through the air and into the hands of the blond haired Ilfort Granz.
Grimmjow let out a frustrated grunt, his hand wiping away the spit that clung to his lips. "You have gotten stronger than I thought, Inoue."
Ilfort Granz, with his blond shimmering from the spit, stepped forward as he supported Grimmjow. "Don't underestimate us, Lord fifth. We won't go down so easily."
The arrancars before me reddened, their faces showing their anger. Yet, they did not move to face me, my power display had stunned them.
“Idiots, do you have an idea of how many enemies there are on the other side?” I shouted out, my finger pointing at each of them.
“They have at least five captain-level opponents. Five.” I repeated to make my point clear. “Even a single lieutenant can match your powers. What do you think would happen if the captains themselves confronted you? In that case, Grimmjow would have no choice but to abandon you and flee.”
I could feel the disbelief on their faces, they were arrogant enough to believe they could survive an invasion to the human world when even Yammy got back seriously injured.
“But that's not all.” I continued, my tone serious. “I've received reports from my puppets that Shinji Hirako and his cronies are running around Ichigo Kurosaki.”
I pointed at Grimmjow again. “Do you know who Shinji Hirako is? Let me tell you that he was the one who raised Lord Aizen. Do you truly believe you can survive a fight against him?”
My words hung in the air, the weight of their mistake sinking in.
Grimmjow clenched his fists, his eyes burning with resolve. "I don't give a damn about those odds, Inoue. I've never backed down from a fight, and I won't start now. I'll tear through every captain and shinigami that stands in my way!"
Di Roy Rinker, standing beside him, nodded in agreement. "He's right. We may not have the advantage, but we won't go down without a fight. We'll show them the true might of our fraccion!"
The other Arrancars, initially stunned by the overwhelming odds, regained their composure and stood tall, ready to face me to continue their path.
I sighed, realizing their stubborn determination. "You're all insane. But I can’t allow you to throw your lives away like this. I will have to stop you guys here."
Grimmjow's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You won't see us lying on the ground, Inoue. We'll stand tall, while you cry to your family. That's the way of the hunters."
I sighed. With their spirits reignited, Grimmjow and his Fracción were prepared to battle me with all their might, determined to prove their worth and invade the world of the living.
I had no choice other than to release my true power in my base form, lowering my chances to catch Aizen off-guard in the future.
It was a pity, but I didn’t feel like allowing them to throw away their life. Each Arrancar was destined to become my loyal subordinate, not a casualty in a reckless battle.
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Aonte Next, we will have Acidwire show us a bit of his strength.
Man, writing depressing stuff is harder than I thought, I should write a short story about a brain dead protagonist after finishing this fanfic.
Grimmjow’s fracción:
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Omake: Awkward training
Shinji Hirako roared with laughter, clutching his stomach while tears streamed down his face.
“So you're telling me that a hollow actually tongue kissed Rukia Kuchiki?” Hiyori asked, not believing Ichigo’s story.
Ichigo gasped for breath, wasted from his last spar session with Lisa.
“It was a sight to behold! I swear, I couldn't even look at pink food for weeks after that day.” Ichigo confessed, shuddering at the memory.
The visored laughed out at that, feeling good at Rukia’s misfortune.
My gaze rested upon my melancholic sister. Her trembling figure caused a wave of sadness to wash over me.
She had spent the last few days after I kidnapped her, staring out of the window at the empty grounds of Las Noches. The only times her expression changed was when my daughters decided to playfully tease her.
She actually took it as a child’s game, and had not noticed the sadistic streak of my children. Even then, their antics were just a brief respite for the heavy mood.
Her melancholy had only grown worse after Aizen had called for her through Harribel to demonstrate her powers, not once, but twice.
I didn’t know what he had said to her, but she had barely slept since then.
The only thing stopping me from melting this castle we lived in with my acid, was Sung-sun’s reassurances that no one had touched my sister.
At least, only if I could believe in Harribel’s words who had witnessed the whole affair.
Lowering my gaze, I met my daughters’ shining eyes.
“I'm leaving your auntie in your hands.” I told them, issuing an important mission. “We can play together later.”
Esmeralda nodded with a serious expression, like a soldier departing on a mission. Noelle, at her side, rolled her eyes at her sister.
“Don’t worry.” Noelle said while glancing at Orihime with a mischievous expression.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I affectionately ruffled their hair. With a final farewell, I turned around and left, knowing that with my daughters at her side, Orihime was in for an unpredictable time.
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Leaving the melancholic atmosphere behind, I decided to climb one of the towering structures of Las Noches, seeking to stop an upcoming clusterfuck.
After waiting for an hour, I could feel a group of arrancar gathering around the spiritual signature of Grimmjow.
Following their signatures, I was able to see their tiny figures from afar. They seemed to be laughing, joking about their upcoming escapade to the Human World.
Channeling my spiritual energy into my legs. I crouched low, my muscles coiling like a spring, ready to unleash my strike.
Activating my Sonido, I shot forward like a bullet, appearing behind Grimmjow in an instant.
His five subordinates’ eyes widened as Grimmjow was sent face first rolling through the sand like a skipping rock on water.
Reacting swiftly, his fracción members quickly formed a human wall, positioning themselves between me and their fallen leader.
“You are disobeying your orders, Grimmjow.” I bellowed out in anger, stunning his fraccion members.
“Huh.” Grimmjow groaned as he tried to comically get up from the sand.
Among the stunned arrancars before me, Shawlong Koufang gritted his teeth and managed to step up.
“My apologies for our insolence, Lord Acidwire.” He said while doing a deep bow, his braided hair dropping on his shoulder. “We knew we were wrong, but we had to prove our loyalty to our cause.”
“Shawlong, are you imbecile? We don’t need to explain ourselves.” Edrad Liones protested, his muscles bulging as he withstood the weight of my powerful spiritual pressure.
I was about to retort at their stupidity when Grimmjow finally managed to get up. In an instant, he charged forward.
“Inoue!” He roared, his mouth gaping wide to reveal his sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight. “Today is the last time you get in my way.”
At that, he rushed forward, his clenched fist aiming towards me in a straight line.
It was such a slow hit for my eyes, that I easily managed to deviate it with the back of my hand.
Then, I punched him in the stomach, causing him to spit as he doubled down in agony. Following up, I hit him with my left hand, causing his face to distort as he went flying through the air and into the hands of the blond haired Ilfort Granz.
Grimmjow let out a frustrated grunt, his hand wiping away the spit that clung to his lips. "You have gotten stronger than I thought, Inoue."
Ilfort Granz, with his blond shimmering from the spit, stepped forward as he supported Grimmjow. "Don't underestimate us, Lord fifth. We won't go down so easily."
The arrancars before me reddened, their faces showing their anger. Yet, they did not move to face me, my power display had stunned them.
“Idiots, do you have an idea of how many enemies there are on the other side?” I shouted out, my finger pointing at each of them.
“They have at least five captain-level opponents. Five.” I repeated to make my point clear. “Even a single lieutenant can match your powers. What do you think would happen if the captains themselves confronted you? In that case, Grimmjow would have no choice but to abandon you and flee.”
I could feel the disbelief on their faces, they were arrogant enough to believe they could survive an invasion to the human world when even Yammy got back seriously injured.
“But that's not all.” I continued, my tone serious. “I've received reports from my puppets that Shinji Hirako and his cronies are running around Ichigo Kurosaki.”
I pointed at Grimmjow again. “Do you know who Shinji Hirako is? Let me tell you that he was the one who raised Lord Aizen. Do you truly believe you can survive a fight against him?”
My words hung in the air, the weight of their mistake sinking in.
Grimmjow clenched his fists, his eyes burning with resolve. "I don't give a damn about those odds, Inoue. I've never backed down from a fight, and I won't start now. I'll tear through every captain and shinigami that stands in my way!"
Di Roy Rinker, standing beside him, nodded in agreement. "He's right. We may not have the advantage, but we won't go down without a fight. We'll show them the true might of our fraccion!"
The other Arrancars, initially stunned by the overwhelming odds, regained their composure and stood tall, ready to face me to continue their path.
I sighed, realizing their stubborn determination. "You're all insane. But I can’t allow you to throw your lives away like this. I will have to stop you guys here."
Grimmjow's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You won't see us lying on the ground, Inoue. We'll stand tall, while you cry to your family. That's the way of the hunters."
I sighed. With their spirits reignited, Grimmjow and his Fracción were prepared to battle me with all their might, determined to prove their worth and invade the world of the living.
I had no choice other than to release my true power in my base form, lowering my chances to catch Aizen off-guard in the future.
It was a pity, but I didn’t feel like allowing them to throw away their life. Each Arrancar was destined to become my loyal subordinate, not a casualty in a reckless battle.
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Aonte Next, we will have Acidwire show us a bit of his strength.
Man, writing depressing stuff is harder than I thought, I should write a short story about a brain dead protagonist after finishing this fanfic.
Grimmjow’s fracción:
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Omake: Awkward training
Shinji Hirako roared with laughter, clutching his stomach while tears streamed down his face.
“So you're telling me that a hollow actually tongue kissed Rukia Kuchiki?” Hiyori asked, not believing Ichigo’s story.
Ichigo gasped for breath, wasted from his last spar session with Lisa.
“It was a sight to behold! I swear, I couldn't even look at pink food for weeks after that day.” Ichigo confessed, shuddering at the memory.
The visored laughed out at that, feeling good at Rukia’s misfortune.
