“Sombra Gigante, Desgarrador, Titánica, Espada Sombría and Coloso Oscuro.” I pronounced their names, my words resounding through the air with exaggerated weight.
Their expressions shifted, a dark shadow descended upon their faces after hearing their names.
I couldn't help but click my tongue in exasperation at their reactions.
“Are you dissatisfied by the names my daughters chose for you?” I asked them, my tone heavy with a tinge of playfulness, daring them to complain about it.
In response, they all lowered their heads simultaneously, avoiding direct eye contact with me.
Although, I could hear a faint murmur from Titánica.
“My name was Priscill…”
I dusted off my palms, cutting her off mid halfway.
Ignoring their possible protests, I began to pace around them, my footsteps echoing through the vast white desert.
“As you all know, I have been planning for a long time how we will take over Las Noches once Aizen's reign comes to an end.”
I let the silence linger for five seconds, I wanted to make the impact of my next words heavier.
“That time has come.” I finally declared. “Ichigo Kurosaki, accompanied by his band of misfits and the shinigami, will soon be invading Las Noches.”
A moment of silence enveloped us as the weight of my words settled in, until finally, one of them managed to understand what I was telling them.
“You need not worry, my Lord.” Sombra Gigante reassured me, his calculating eyes not showing doubts. “We have meticulously memorized plans A through E, and we are ready to carry them out.”
I looked at his half ripped mask, it covered only the upper part of his face while he sported his dark hair styled in a traditional topknot for a second.
I always found his looks funny, particularly given his serious demeanor.
With a smirk, I nodded in acknowledgement. "Very well, Sombra Gigante. Your dedication and readiness are appreciated.”
“Of course.” He declared, hitting his chest with his fist, proud of himself.
I continued pacing, directing my attention to the only female among the new arrancars, a silver-haired woman. “Titánica, what is our plan if all five of our plans fail?”
Titánica finally looked up at me, her piercing blue eyes regaining their regal look.
“We are to take your daughters and escape into a nice and unknown place within Hueco Mundo.” She stated.
Her words seemed to fit with the plan, but I could feel doubts from her trembling eyes.
It was understandable, after all, the orders I had crafted in the last few weeks were quite vague in what they could do.
Among my other subordinates, Desgarrador, unable to contain his curiosity, interjected. “But how are we supposed to find a nice spot in Hueco Mundo? That seems impossible!”
A chuckle escaped my lips as I turned to face Desgarrador, his fiery red mane trembled as my released spiritual pressure weighed on his body.
"Ah, Desgarrador, always the skeptic.” I complained. “If you can’t find a nice spot, then you guys will have to carve one out with your own bare hands." I shamelessly declared, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
“In that situation, you must do anything to ensure my children’s comfort and well-being.”
The arrancars exchanged glances, a mix of determination and skepticism filling the air. They were weirdly loyal, one of the reasons why I kept them around even though they were not that amazing strength-wise.
I was lost in thoughts, wondering if we could build a portable oven in two days, when I felt a gentle tap on my leg. Glancing downward, I saw a big hand extending from Coloso Oscuro.
His gentle expression contrasted with his robust build, his mouth forming a soft smile that showed through the half ripped mask that covered his lower jaw.
“Excuse me, my lord.” He asked softly. “How would you find us in such a situation? Wouldn’t you miss us in an unknown location.”
I looked at him with a smirk, my head held high in a prideful manner.
That was a good question, one I had an easy answer for.
“Don’t worry. I can feel Noelle and Esmeralda's spiritual signatures anywhere. I could find them even in the depths of hell.”
Of course it was an exaggeration, my range couldn’t cover other realms. But, I was pretty confident that I could find them easily. My spiritual sense could cover a good part of Hueco Mundo.
Finding them would be a piece of cake.
As our conversation neared its conclusion, Nel gracefully approached us. She looked up at me with a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I told you, there was no need to be so dramatic.” Her smile turned mischievous. “They have been taking this upcoming plan very seriously.”
“Wait.” A red blush crept up Titánica’s pale cheeks as she stood up awkwardly from her kneeling position, almost stumbling in the process.
Nel paid no mind to their discomfort.
“They had been reviewing your plan the past weeks. You should have seen them, it was quite adorable watching them try to decipher your cat on fire drawing.”
Nel's words struck a chord with my five subordinates, their expressions revealing a mix of wounded pride and sheepishness.
The other four immediately joined Titanica, trying to stop Nel.
“Please stop.” The five arrancar said at the same time, their hands waving desperately.
I brought up my face and massaged my forehead. It was hard to not laugh at their reactions. Their reactions were simply priceless, especially considering their typically serious demeanor.
“The cat was just a random doodle I sketched while lost in my thoughts.” I explained to them.
Their jaws dropped, unable to believe my words.
“But... but we thought it was your secret mount!” Espada Sombria declared.
That… actually that would have been a good excuse…
“So, it was not the signal to initiate our plan.” Coloso Oscuro mused.
Nel and I couldn’t help but laugh at their expressions. Our laughter filling the dry air of Hueco Mundo. Even the self-declared dead, Pesche, miraculously rose to his feet and joined in our laughter, accompanied by Dondochakka.
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We get a look at the results of Acidwire’s experiments…
A big thank you to Goha21 and Jean for supporting this story in patreon
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Omake: Late lunch
Little Noelle tiptoed her way out the kitchen, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she held the crepe her daddy had forbidden her to eat.
“Hehe! Mine” She giggled with a big grin.
As she made her way towards her room, she managed to hear her fat aunty screaming and her daddy's laughter.
“You think you can reject my hollow powers with such feeble power!” Her daddy exclaimed, mocking her silly aunt.
“I won't give up! I'll bring you back and make you keep baking me those delicious tabasco cookies.” Her chubby aunty was deliring, again.
“Oi! I never made you any of those!”
Noelle rolled her eyes before entering her room, oblivious to her mother tightening her grip on her whip behind her.
The little girl didn’t understand what a grounding was until that day.
“Sombra Gigante, Desgarrador, Titánica, Espada Sombría and Coloso Oscuro.” I pronounced their names, my words resounding through the air with exaggerated weight.
Their expressions shifted, a dark shadow descended upon their faces after hearing their names.
I couldn't help but click my tongue in exasperation at their reactions.
“Are you dissatisfied by the names my daughters chose for you?” I asked them, my tone heavy with a tinge of playfulness, daring them to complain about it.
In response, they all lowered their heads simultaneously, avoiding direct eye contact with me.
Although, I could hear a faint murmur from Titánica.
“My name was Priscill…”
I dusted off my palms, cutting her off mid halfway.
Ignoring their possible protests, I began to pace around them, my footsteps echoing through the vast white desert.
“As you all know, I have been planning for a long time how we will take over Las Noches once Aizen's reign comes to an end.”
I let the silence linger for five seconds, I wanted to make the impact of my next words heavier.
“That time has come.” I finally declared. “Ichigo Kurosaki, accompanied by his band of misfits and the shinigami, will soon be invading Las Noches.”
A moment of silence enveloped us as the weight of my words settled in, until finally, one of them managed to understand what I was telling them.
“You need not worry, my Lord.” Sombra Gigante reassured me, his calculating eyes not showing doubts. “We have meticulously memorized plans A through E, and we are ready to carry them out.”
I looked at his half ripped mask, it covered only the upper part of his face while he sported his dark hair styled in a traditional topknot for a second.
I always found his looks funny, particularly given his serious demeanor.
With a smirk, I nodded in acknowledgement. "Very well, Sombra Gigante. Your dedication and readiness are appreciated.”
“Of course.” He declared, hitting his chest with his fist, proud of himself.
I continued pacing, directing my attention to the only female among the new arrancars, a silver-haired woman. “Titánica, what is our plan if all five of our plans fail?”
Titánica finally looked up at me, her piercing blue eyes regaining their regal look.
“We are to take your daughters and escape into a nice and unknown place within Hueco Mundo.” She stated.
Her words seemed to fit with the plan, but I could feel doubts from her trembling eyes.
It was understandable, after all, the orders I had crafted in the last few weeks were quite vague in what they could do.
Among my other subordinates, Desgarrador, unable to contain his curiosity, interjected. “But how are we supposed to find a nice spot in Hueco Mundo? That seems impossible!”
A chuckle escaped my lips as I turned to face Desgarrador, his fiery red mane trembled as my released spiritual pressure weighed on his body.
"Ah, Desgarrador, always the skeptic.” I complained. “If you can’t find a nice spot, then you guys will have to carve one out with your own bare hands." I shamelessly declared, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
“In that situation, you must do anything to ensure my children’s comfort and well-being.”
The arrancars exchanged glances, a mix of determination and skepticism filling the air. They were weirdly loyal, one of the reasons why I kept them around even though they were not that amazing strength-wise.
I was lost in thoughts, wondering if we could build a portable oven in two days, when I felt a gentle tap on my leg. Glancing downward, I saw a big hand extending from Coloso Oscuro.
His gentle expression contrasted with his robust build, his mouth forming a soft smile that showed through the half ripped mask that covered his lower jaw.
“Excuse me, my lord.” He asked softly. “How would you find us in such a situation? Wouldn’t you miss us in an unknown location.”
I looked at him with a smirk, my head held high in a prideful manner.
That was a good question, one I had an easy answer for.
“Don’t worry. I can feel Noelle and Esmeralda's spiritual signatures anywhere. I could find them even in the depths of hell.”
Of course it was an exaggeration, my range couldn’t cover other realms. But, I was pretty confident that I could find them easily. My spiritual sense could cover a good part of Hueco Mundo.
Finding them would be a piece of cake.
As our conversation neared its conclusion, Nel gracefully approached us. She looked up at me with a soft smile playing on her lips.
“I told you, there was no need to be so dramatic.” Her smile turned mischievous. “They have been taking this upcoming plan very seriously.”
“Wait.” A red blush crept up Titánica’s pale cheeks as she stood up awkwardly from her kneeling position, almost stumbling in the process.
Nel paid no mind to their discomfort.
“They had been reviewing your plan the past weeks. You should have seen them, it was quite adorable watching them try to decipher your cat on fire drawing.”
Nel's words struck a chord with my five subordinates, their expressions revealing a mix of wounded pride and sheepishness.
The other four immediately joined Titanica, trying to stop Nel.
“Please stop.” The five arrancar said at the same time, their hands waving desperately.
I brought up my face and massaged my forehead. It was hard to not laugh at their reactions. Their reactions were simply priceless, especially considering their typically serious demeanor.
“The cat was just a random doodle I sketched while lost in my thoughts.” I explained to them.
Their jaws dropped, unable to believe my words.
“But... but we thought it was your secret mount!” Espada Sombria declared.
That… actually that would have been a good excuse…
“So, it was not the signal to initiate our plan.” Coloso Oscuro mused.
Nel and I couldn’t help but laugh at their expressions. Our laughter filling the dry air of Hueco Mundo. Even the self-declared dead, Pesche, miraculously rose to his feet and joined in our laughter, accompanied by Dondochakka.
—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
We get a look at the results of Acidwire’s experiments…
A big thank you to Goha21 and Jean for supporting this story in patreon
—---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Omake: Late lunch
Little Noelle tiptoed her way out the kitchen, her eyes gleaming mischievously as she held the crepe her daddy had forbidden her to eat.
“Hehe! Mine” She giggled with a big grin.
As she made her way towards her room, she managed to hear her fat aunty screaming and her daddy's laughter.
“You think you can reject my hollow powers with such feeble power!” Her daddy exclaimed, mocking her silly aunt.
“I won't give up! I'll bring you back and make you keep baking me those delicious tabasco cookies.” Her chubby aunty was deliring, again.
“Oi! I never made you any of those!”
Noelle rolled her eyes before entering her room, oblivious to her mother tightening her grip on her whip behind her.
The little girl didn’t understand what a grounding was until that day.
