Andrew woke up with a groan of pain. Without bothering to open his eyes, he curled into a ball and held his throbbing head.
"Feels like that time John let me get drunk so that I never want to drink again." He mumbled. "I can only assume I have a hangover, so I better find Michael for some painkillers." He said as he sat up. He spread his hands out to his sides and froze. He opened his eyes and immediately regretted it. Blinding white sand filled his vision and he yelled as he covered his eyes.
"Sight Magic: Sunglasses." He whispered so as not to hurt his currently sensitive ears. He lifted his hands and sighed in happiness as his forearms glowed white with magical symbols before his eyes darkened to a shade of gray. He noticed he was wearing his normal superhero suit, a repainted hand-me-down 0 Grimmer suit from Zero. He looked around, seeing he was in a massive white desert. He hopped up to his feet, seeing nothing around except dead white trees and gray mountains extremely far into the distance. He noticed his hooded mask a couple feet away and walked up to it. He lifted it up and sand poured out. He sighed in irritation.
"No idea if there anyone here, and if there is, its best nobody knows who I am." He mumbled. "Its going to take forever for me to wash all this sand off me." He whined before slipping the mask on and canceling the spell he had.
"Alright. Now to find out where I am. Spatial Magic: GPS." He announced as he held out a hand. His forearms glowed again and a spherical hologram appeared in his palm. It showed a red dot in the center, representing him, but what made him worried was the lack of anything else. It simply showed a red dot in the center of a white desert. "My magic's working perfectly, that was proven when I used Sunglasses, so why isnt it telling me where I am?"
He groaned in pain as he held his head. He cancelled his magic.
"Ok, no more hangover. Healing Magic: First Aid." Andrew sighed in relief as his migraine went away. He looked around and noticed his back was to an ultimately massive white domed building that was far into the distance.
"…Ok, now I feel dumb. How do I miss something that huge?!" He shook his head before making to take a step forward. "Transport Magic: Step Stone." His body disappeared as he completed the step, in a similar fashion to walking into an invisible portal. A couple of yards in front of the white domed building, Andrew reappeared in the same fashion as how he disappeared. He blinked and whistled lowly as he slowly trailed his gaze up the wall, going for a full minute before he reached the top of the wall.
"Well, Goddamn. This is a whole lot bigger than I thought it would be. Definitely at least 100 meters." He looked back down to the base of the wall. "Now to find a door…If there is one." He took a step before looking down as John's training kicked in and he felt the urge to move back. He back flipped into a roll before landing in a crouch. He saw a gigantic fist made of sand shoot out of where he was previously standing like a geyser. A body of sand followed it, and Andrew stared as a head appeared and looked down at the teen.
"I am the guardian of the holy sanctum of Las Noches, and you, trespasser, are not allowed here! Leave, or die!"
"…I assume Las Noches is the building behind you?"
"Yes, Now leave, or die, filthy being!"
"Hey, just because I'm covered in sand doesn't mean I'm filthy! But, is it alright if I do something? It isnt anything threatening or dangerous, I just would like to see something."
"…You may. However, if I believe you bring danger, you will die."
"Makes sense. Sight Magic: Soul Searcher." Andrew's eyes glowed white and he stared at the building for a couple seconds. 'So there are people inside the building there,' he moved his gaze around the empty plain behind him 'And there are much less people back there, all a whole lot more scattered around. Las Noches it is.' He canceled the magic and turned back to the sand man.
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Runuganga. Why do you ask?"
"It's very simple, Sandman: I need to get into Las Noches. Are ya gonna let me, or do I have to fight ya?"
"If you wish to go inside Las Noches, you will die by my hand." The sand man announced threateningly.
"Well then, let's play with sand. Fire Magic: Inferno!" Andrew yelled as his arms glowed white again before a wave of white hot fire shot out of his gauntleted hands. Runuganga's eyes widened before his body solidified into glass. Andrew looked up at the frozen monster.
"You know, yeah you would be pretty damn powerful in a desert like this, being a sand demon, but a little super-heated fire and you are freaking gone." He explained before he casually strolled past the glass sculpture up to the wall. He glanced left and then right, seeing no entrances within his line of sight, which given the circular shape of the building, meant a full third of the whole perimeter. "Yeah, I'm not going to waste god knows how long to search the rest of the building for an entrance. Let's hope this place doesn't have a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' policy towards intruders. Summoner Magic: Cannon" A pirate-age cannon appeared next to Andrew in a white light, and so Andrew simply fired the weapon at the wall, making a hole big enough for the teen to walk through. The cannon disappeared in another white light as he stepped through the hole into pitch darkness save for the hole in the wall.
"Summoner Magic: Torch." The aforementioned item appeared in his outstretched hand, already lit and lighting the area a good 10 feet around him. "Alright, Lets go all Tomb Raider into this." He announced as he jogged forward.
In Aizen's throne room, the Espada, Gin, Tousen, and Aizen all stared at the display shown to them. They had just watched a live feed of the newcomer facing against Runuganga. Everyone had a different reaction. Yammy, Grimjow, and Nnotiora all were curious on how the teen would be in a fight. Aaroniero was curious on how the boy would taste. Szayel was licking his lips in a creepy manner, his mind filled with what the limits of the teen was. Zommari held no reaction. Everyone else was curious on what the boy could do, how much of a threat the boy posed, how powerful the boy was, and if the boy could be recruited onto their side. His question of Runuganga's name has so far held no merit due to him not using the sand giants name. There were also the questions of what his abilities were. They were all currently watching the boy jog down the hallway towards the split where the Priveron Espada guarded.
"My Espada," Aizen spoke up. Everyone turned to him. "I believe it best to continue to watch our newcomer and see how he fairs against the Privaron. If he survives the encounter, I will have Zommari bring him here. If that occurs, do not attack unless provoked. I will attempt to recruit him." The group nodded and everyone turned back to the feed. The teen was currently standing at the split where the Privaron were, torch gone due to the area being lighted from that point onward.
"…" Andrew looked between the three paths in front of him. "Screw it. Up to the dice. Summoner Magic: Dice." A three sided white die appeared in the teens hand, numbered from one to three. He casually tossed it and watched as it bounced on the tiled floor. He walked up to it when it stopped bouncing.
"2 it is." He said as the die disappeared. He then casually strolled down the middle path. The saw a bright light at the end of the path and jogged towards it. He stepped out of the hall and immediately became confused.
"Wha? First of all, there was no way that little stroll was 12 hours long, and second of all, that dome was very clearly there! There is no way its gone now! …I'm not in a pocket dimension, am I?" he mumbled to himself, and unbeknownst to him, a couple of the on looking Espada were having a good laugh at the teens confusion. After putting those questions in the back of his mind, he saw he was in a roofless room that was filled with red pillars of varying sizes.
"Ok…Someone has a pillar fetish…probably compensating for something…" the watching Espada and Gin were definitely liking the kid.
"Hey! Kid!" a woman yelled from above his line of sight.
"I'm 17, asshole!" he automatically answered as he looked up. He froze at finding a woman wearing a white combination of a steampunk/gothic dress. The woman was average height, with purple hair that was in curled pigtails and had purple eyes with purple eyeliner. She held a red handle that had a giant beige disk on it.
"That still means you're a kid, idiot! I'm 428 and I'm young for god's sake! Cirucci Sanderwicci..." The woman continued on a rant that Andrew continued to ignore. It went like that for a good five minutes, it obvious to everyone except the woman that she was being ignored.
"Y'know," Andrew said, cutting her off and making her pissed. "You shouldn't stand on a pillar that's like 10 feet tall when you're wearing a skirt. I can see under it." He bluntly announced. The woman's face turned red with both rage and embarrassment. She yelled incoherently as she swung her weapon, the disk shooting forward on a wire and going straight for Andrew. The disk went straight through the teen as if he was a ghost and hit the ground behind him.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention. I'm currently using one of my spells."
"Spells?"
"Yeah. I have access to any and all magic that currently exists. By the way, the spell I'm currently using is from one of my favorites. Trickster Magic: After Image. I've been sitting on the pillar behind you since you said your name." Immediately, the disk tore out of the ground, going straight for the pillar behind Cirucci. The top of the pillar crumbled, and another Andrew was found floating in a sitting position where the top of the pillar originally was.
"I moved once my After Image explained what spell I was using. Could you look to your left for a second, please?" Cirucci narrowed her eyes and did as told, only to be hit in the face and knocked back through a couple pillars before leaving an imprint on the wall. She opened her eyes and growled, seeing Andrew casually standing on the pillar she originally was, flexing his left hand, which was covered in a gold and blue gauntlet. The top of the hand and knuckles were made to mimic the face of a lion, with the actual gauntlet mimicking the mane. A matching gauntlet was on his right hand.
"Summoner Magic: Gauntlets of Hercules." He announced. "Gives me the strength of the Greek god of strength." A disk was launched at the teen, only for the teen to disappear in a blur, and to reappear on another pillar a couple of feet away. He gestured to his feet, revealing golden boots that went up to the knee, with white wings etched onto the sides of the ankles.
"Summoner Magic: Boots of Hermes. Gives me the speed of the Greek god of messages and thieves. You can see I like Greek Mythology, no?" he taunted. The disk weapon was launched his way, and he easily leaned out of the way of it. "Ok, can you stop trying to hit me with the Yo-yo of Death?"
"It's name, is Golondrina, fag."
"Hey, I'm not a bundle of sticks, nor am I a cigarette."
"Fine, Pervert."
"It was like five seconds, and you were basically asking for it!"
"Doesn't make you any less of a Perv!"
"So you admit you were asking for it?"
"What?! No! Die, Perv!" she said as she whipped her weapon at him
"Would you refer to me by my name if I told you what it was?" he asked as he dodged it.
"No!"
"Fine, asshole."
"You know what?! Fuck it! Rip Off, Golondrina!"she announced as her body and the weapon glowed. Andrew paused. She was revealed with giant wings with crescent blades instead of feathers and giant arms. She wore a white headdress what had a tail protruding from the back of it.
"Ok, that's most definitely not good."
"No, that's not good, Perv, so say good bye!"
"How about, I get serious too? Transport Magic: Solid Ocean!" he yelled as he hopped off his pillar. He flipped and aimed his feet towards the ground, but instead of hitting the ground, he went through it, the ground rippling like water as he disappeared. Cirucci's eyes widened in surprise before paying attention to what he said: Solid Ocean. The ground is now liquid, like an ocean. She smirked, thinking she figured it out.
"I know what this thing does, Perv! Prepare to die!" she yelled as she launched her wing blades at the ground all around her, thinking he could only travel through the ground.
Back in the throne room, the espada all held the same thought. It was obvious given by the name of the spell what it did, and so the newcomer was very obviously dead now. Some of them started to get up.
"Hold on my Espada. Did you not pay attention to what this boy said? Solid Ocean." They gave Aizen confused looks, so Gin spoke up to give them a relevation
"What Lord Aizen's sayin', is that this kid can travel through all solids, walls and pillars included." Their eyes widened and they turned back to the feed, where their eyes widened even further.
Cirucci smirked as she looked at the ground.
"Perv's finally dead."
"You don't think much, do you?" the teen in question asked from behind her. Her eyes widened and she turned around to see him up on the wall, hands behind his head and one foot over the other as he floated along the surface of the rippling wall. "I said Solid Ocean, not Ground Ocean." She yelled as she sent blades at him. He disappeared under the surface of the wall before he could get hit.
"Your pillar fetish is fucking you over, y'know." He said from behind her. She turned to see him hop out the side of one pillar and into another. She cut down the pillar and held it up.
"You cant hop from solid to solid now, can you!"
"Actually, you just missed me." He said, his head popping up from the stump of the pillar. He disappeared as she stabbed the stump. She flew forward into a couple dozen pillars as Andrew hopped out of the wall and punched her in the back. He freefell onto the ground and his head popped out of the concrete next to her.
"Hi." She screamed incoherently in rage and stabbed the ground just after his head disappeared. His head appeared a couple feet away, and popped down just before he could get a blade in his head.
"Are we playing Whack-A-Mole?" he said before she failed at killing him again.
"I'll take that as a yes." She continued to fail at stabbing the irritating teen for another couple minutes, before he got tired of their game.
"Ok…" he paused at he ducked under another stab. "You have…a whole lot…more stamina…than I thought…So I'm going…to end this." He disappeared in the ground and she slowly spun in a circle, ready to stab the teen. He appeared several feet away, with a gun the size of his arm with the barrel glowing green.
"Summoner Magic: BFG. A little hello from Doom!" He yelled as he fired the weapon, a green beam of energy shooting out and hitting Cirucci before a large green explosion occurred. Andrew landed on his feet and the gun disappeared in a flash of white.
"I'm so happy John let me play Doom. It let me add the BFG to my hero namesake Arsenal." He heard groaning and he turned to the large smoke cloud where Cirucci was.
"Holy shit. You're alive?!" he asked as the cloud faded. He blinked to find the answer was a resounding yes. Sure, she was lying face first in a pool of blood, and she was banged up to all hell and unconscious, but she was indeed alive.
"My god. Whatever you are is durable as shit. Obviously nowhere near as durable as John, but pretty damn durable." He commented before turning to the exit and walking away. "Well, bye. I'm sure the explosion notified some of the other people here, so they're obviously on their way, and I'm not going to be here-" He felt someone grab him and he was suddenly in a large lighted room. "…when they get here…shit" he cussed. He looked to his right and saw a large white table with a count of 13 people sitting at it.
"Hi…" he awkwardly said
"Hello." A smooth voice answered him. He saw the voice came from a brown haired man in white robes and was sitting in a throne at the end of the table. "I am Souske Aizen. Would you care to tell us your name?"
"You can call me Arsenal until I trust you more."
"Fitting name." Aizen announced. Andrew tilted his head in curiosity before noticing the projector showing the room Andrew just fought in.
"There were cameras?" Aizen nodded. "…and they didn't get destroyed?" the brown haired soul reaper chuckled
"No, but I must admit, I did find your game of 'Whack-A-Mole' entertaining." Andrew laughed a little
"I do my best to entertain, even if I don't know someone's watching. I would have done better if you guys let me know I was the spotlight tonight." He announced. Aizen chuckled. Arsenal's jokes would be a great stress relief for his army. A stressed army is good, but if they are wound too tight then they cannot function.
"Well, for now, the show is on intermission. Do you know anything about what's happening?"
"…I'm being interrogated?"
"There is a war coming to surface, Arsenal" Tousen bluntly announced. "One between Justice and Villainy." Despite them being unable to see the teen's face behind his mask, they could tell be turned serious.
"Explain." The teen asked.
"You are currently in Las Noches, a salvation to beings called Arrancar in this land known as Hueco Mundo. Hueco Mundo is one of the three spirit worlds that exist, separate from the World of the Living. There are Hell, which is obviously explained by the name, Soul Society, which is a false Heaven, and Hueco Mundo, home to the demons the Soul Society calls Hollows. Before I continue, by explanation can become very brutal, do you wish for me to continue?"
"Yes."
"Hollows are created when the spirits of the dead are ignored by their so called 'guardians', the Soul Reapers. They are spirits that lose their heart and gain an insatiable hunger for souls to fill that loss. Once they eat enough souls, they will become a Menos Grande, the first in the evolution cycle of hollows. Menos are mindless and simple wander, eating souls when able and driven by instinct alone. Once they eat enough, they become Adhuchas, the second step in Hollow evolution. Adhuchas are able to think, but are still controlled by their hunger. The third and final step in evolution is Vasto Lorde. It is the most powerful state they can become and they feel no hunger. Arrancar are created by something I created called the Hogyoku. It is a sphere that has the ability to give Hollows their humanity back. My Espada, these people before you, are my ten most powerful Arrancar.
Soul Reapers work for the 13 Court Guard Squads. They are the so called 'protectors of Heaven', or the Soul Society. It is filled with the souls that Soul Reapers decide to save, but it is most definitely not a Heaven. They are separated from their family and friends into 80 districts, called the Rukongai. Districts 1-5 are for the Royal Families, who care little for those who are not part of their families. 6 through 40 are basically lands of peasants, with Soul Reapers threatening those that live there for money with their lives, and 41 and beyond are disturbingly horrible, each worse than the last. In the Seiretei, or the home of the Soul Reapers, they simply lounge around, doing nothing but insult their positions as guardians. There are 13 squads, each having a different purpose, and each lead by a captain. Captains are significantly stronger than any other in the 13 Court Guard Squads. The Soul Society also believes that all Hollows should die because they eat souls-"
"Not their fault. It's the Soul Reapers faults anyway and they cant control their hunger, as you just said"
"True, but the Soul Reapers don't acknowledge that. They are arrogant, and believe they are never in the wrong."
"Everyone is in the wrong at some points in their lives."
"True again, but alas, the Soul Reapers believe they are gods. Tousen, Gin, and I were originally captains of the Court Guard Squads, but we rebelled. And now, with the help of the Hogyoku, we are creating an Army of Arrancar, which are Hollows that have regained their humanity. However, The Court Guard Squads have recruited a trump card on their side, a man with unlimited potential and grows in power disturbingly quickly. I fear we may lose because of this man." Arsenal stood frozen for a moment, before he grabbed the top of his hood and pulled his mask off, revealing the lightly smirking face of a brown haired teenager with glowing green eyes.
"It's fine, Aizen, because you now have your own trump card, by the name of Andrew Blaqreblu, otherwise known as 'Merlyn' Arsenal 'The Borrowing Magician'."