Chapter 1

Think of me as the Talking Air

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Captain of the 12th Division.

Kenpachi Zaraki, Captain of 11th Division.

Byakuya Kuchiki, Captain of 6th Division.

All three men were some of the most powerful Shinigami the Goteijusantai had seen in several generations. Captain Kurotsuchi was one of the most intelligent Shinigami to hold the position, barring his predecessor, and creator of the infamous Shinigami Research and Development Institute, Kisuke Urahara.

Kenpachi Zaraki was one of the deadliest Shinigami the Soul Society had ever seen, killing his predecessor even without achieving Shikai or Bankai. He wasn't even able to speak with his Zanpakuto and yet he was one of the most feared men in history.

Byakuya Kuchiki was one of the finest swordsmen to come from the four noble houses, who were already well known for their capacity to produce excellent Shinigami, handed down the position of Captain when his grandfather, Ginrei Kuchiki, knew he was ready and retired.

All three men were some of best and most deadly of their generation. They had seen much in their century as Captains of the Thirteen Shinigami Court Guard Divisions and were not easily intimidated or surprised. But it appeared these last few years had been nothing but one surprise after another.

First a human who gained Shinigami powers was able to not only break into the Soul Society but defeat Captain-class Shinigami and rescue his target. Then Sosuke Aizen, a respected fellow Captain of the Shinigami Court Guard not only betrayed the Shinigami but fell in league with their deadliest foes, the Hollows, to gain his objectives. He took two other Captains with him when he defected, which was another surprise.

Now these three Captains had just gained their fourth great surprise. A single man appeared before them and not only stood up to the most powerful of Aizen's creations but sent him flying with a simple poke of his finger. They didn't recognise either him or his spiritual pressure, but it was powerful, terrifyingly powerful.

Now the three Captains simply looked on with a mixture of bafflement and fascination as this strange man hopped up and down, rolling his shoulders and cranking his neck. Almost as if he was exercising before a major workout.

His expressive azure eyes were glinting with anticipation, and the toothy grin he wore didn't waver as the Zero Espada groggily rose, shaking his head as blood trickled down his face. Another surprise, that poke had enough power behind it to puncture the Hierro, the armoured skin of a released Arrancar, an Espada at that.

"Hey, buddy boy." Yammy froze and glanced back to see the blond haired stranger sitting idly on his shoulder. His head quickly looked back and forth from the place where his opponent once stood to the place where he now sat. The image standing on the sands just seemed to dissolve into the very air. He moved so fast that he left an afterimage behind. "What were you looking at?"

Only the Septima Espada, Zommari Rureaux, was able to move at such advanced speeds. Yammy turned to glare at the idle blond, but instead blinked when he saw the man pointing at his nose, that same toothy grin still in place.

"Bang!"

A cero exploded from his fingertip, a simple ball of crimson energy which exploded into a concentrated beam of deadly spiritual pressure. The blast slammed into the Zero Espada's nose and a snap of crushed bone and cartilage echoed through the broken fortress. Yammy roared in anguish before falling back to the desert sands, blood splattering from his recently broken nose.

The blond form dissolved into the air as the Zero Espada hit the ground with such force that a small scale earthquake shook the fortress, loose sekiseki rock fell away from half demolished structures. There was almost a full minute of silence before those assembled knew that the Espada wasn't going to be getting back up anytime soon.

The Captains were immediately on alert, searching the dunes for any sign of the newest warrior. They found him standing a scant few meters behind them, bowing theatrically, head downturned and blond bangs covering his upper face. That grin was still in place, but with what was witnessed it had a more vicious aura about it.

"Who are you?" Kuchiki asked, outwardly unimpressed by the display even as his hand slowly strayed for the unsheathed hilt of his Zanpakuto.

"It doesn't matter." The blonde straightened, looking at each man in turn before a smirk crossed his whiskered features. "You three can just think of me as the talking air."

"The talking air?" Kenpachi scoffed at the notion, pointing his ragged sword at the newcomer. "What kind of name is that? If you're the talking air then do us all a favour, stop talking."

"Ooooh scary," The blonds' voice was full of sarcasm before gaining a trace of anger. "It seems that not much has changed after three thousand years. You Shinigami have always had no manners, even with the first generation it was always the superior attitude and cocky cannot-be-beaten belief that really pissed me off."

He began slowly walking towards them, hands in his pant pockets and posture giving off an air of noninterest, but with every step he took the air got thicker and thicker. His eyes were like twin dead pits of blue as he calmly watched them, and once he was within ten paces he spoke, voice commanding. "What are you doing in my domain?"

The spiritual pressure was so dense it was almost palpable, yet the Captains simply looked on, finally one of them replied. It was Kurotsuchi, hopping down from his perch. "What do you mean your domain?"

The blond grinned, but it was maniacal and full of malice. "Exactly what I meant, all that you see here is mine. From the eternal desert to the underground forests to the fortress itself is my domain, my territory. This is a sanctuary for the lost, Shinigami have no authority and no right to be here."

Kenpachi snarled, "Who the hell are you!"

"Your obviously not one of Aizen's little pets," Mayuri added, completely ignoring the 11th Division Captains murderous glare.

The blond grinned as he brought up his right hand, thumb pointing at his face. "Who am I? Let me tell you a story. Three thousand years ago the first generation of Shinigami Captains came to this land. They pillaged, destroyed and purified, but of the numerous thousands of lost souls there were nine who had the power to match them, and best them, the Nine Lords of Hueco Mundo. The Shinigami knew that if these nine Vasto Lorde gathered then they had no chance of victory, so they picked them off one by one, unable to kill us but seal us."

Mayuri scoffed, catching his fellow Captains attention. "Are you having a laugh? The Nine Lords are a myth, a bedtime story parents tell annoying brats to make them eat their food and go to bed. Nine Lords, don't make me laugh boy."

"Boy?" The blond looked up at Mayuri, and the density of the spiritual pressure became visible as a mass of bubbling crimson. "You have the audacity to call me a boy? Do not test me you young pup. I and my siblings had achieved the ultimate evolution before your great grandfather was a twinkle in your great great grandmother's eye."

Byakuya felt a chill run down his spine at the words. He had also heard of the story of the Nine Hollow Lords, according to legend they were the mothers and fathers of Menos Grande, the first to reach such heights of power and savagery. Mayuri looked like he was about to gag, drawing his form back as if he had tasted something foul.

- I and my siblings –

- Unable to kill us but seal us –

"Are you saying," Byakuya began, noticing that the 12th Division Captain began to take in shaky breathes. "That you are one of the Nine Lords of Hueco Mundo?"

The man grinned at him, a toothy, predatory grin. "So there is a brain amongst you three."

"Which one are you?" Byakuya asked, hand now on his Zanpakuto. "You cannot be the Second, Fifth or Seventh Lord. They were all female Hollows if I remember the tail."

"Ah yes," Naruto spun around, hands outstretched, wicked grin still in place. "Yugito-chan, whose beauty was only matched by the sharpness of her claws, Rin-chan, how gorgeous she was when she howled at the moon. She was always at her best on those full moon nights. Fu-chan, whose voice was as haunting as it was stunning."

"Yugito the crimson claw, Rin of the bloody moon and Fu of the ruby wings," Mayuri muttered, only to hear a smash of laughter from the supposed Lord.

"I can see the Soul Society has vilified even those three maidens. I suppose victory really is written by the victors, eh?" He stopped spinning and bowed majestically. "My name is Naruto Uzumaki, and I am the Ninth Lord."

Their expressions were hilarious. Byakuya's eyes widened until they were the size of saucers, Mayuri was completely silent, though he looked like he had swallowed something sour. The most interesting was from Kenpachi, who didn't seem worried in the slightest, if anything he looked disappointed. "Oh, I suppose that means you're the weakest huh?"

A smile spread across the bowing blonds' face as he raised his head and straightened his posture. "You obviously don't know our story do you? Let me educate you, son. It's not the number one Lord who is the strongest. The number of strength goes from one to nine, not nine to one."

His form once again dissolved into the air, and Kenpachi felt hot breath against the shell of his ear. "So by that logic that makes me the strongest."

The Combat Captain spun around, lashing out with his sword in a horizontal swing only to hit nothing but air. Naruto was standing, calm and serene, watching as the tip of the jagged blade passed mere millimetres away from the bridge of his nose. In a blur he was within Zaraki's defences and with a face which showed no emotion hit his opponent with a simple palm thrust to the chest. It was enough to send the 11th Division Captain flying through the air, impacting against a dune with enough force to kick up a mass of sand.

Naruto felt a sudden shift in the air, and bringing up his right hand caught the blade of another Zanpakuto, this one belonging to Kuchiki, who had decided to perform one of his signature Shunpo combinations. The blond grinned as he looked up at the 6th Division Captain.

"Senka, huh?" Uzumaki tilted his head, grin not leaving. "A special Shunpo technique where one moves to their opponents back, aiming for the Saketsu and Hakusui points and sealing an opponent's spiritual pressure with a single stroke. It is so fast that most victims aren't aware whether they've been stabbed in the front or the back, right?"

"How do you know this?"

"I fought an opponent who utilised that same technique." Naruto's grin became vicious. "It cost him dearly when he tried to use it against me a second time."

In the blink of an eye Byakuya was flying, smashing into the ground hard and skidding to a halt. The supposed Lord of Hueco Mundo stood impassive, right leg held up as if imitating a high kick. He took a deep breath and brought the leg down again, smirk returning. "I remember Captain's being tougher than this."

He spun as a trident like weapon with three serpentine blades passed by him. In a single fluent motion he continued his spin, bringing him across and behind the third and final Captain as he continued to lunge on his own momentum. Mayuri's eyes kept the blond within sight before he too was felled by an open palmed strike to his back. He was literarily thrown off his feet, limbs flailing, hitting the ground several meters away and skidding several more to a stop.

"Humph, young pups," Naruto scowled as he looked at his hand, curling it up into a fist as he flexed his muscles. There was a satisfying creak. "The Kuchiki had some finesse, but the other two lacked any tact."

Suddenly the dune where he sent the first Captain exploded in a mass of released spiritual pressure, so much that it made the Ninth Lord look up and take notice. The spiritual pressure, visible as a mass of yellow suddenly made the blond grin and the maniacal, loud, howling laughter was like music to his ears.

"No tact, but a lot of energy to burn." Naruto grinned ferociously as he watched Kenpachi Zaraki. "Looks like I judged a little too soon. This is more like a Captain."

"Bankai!"

Naruto looked around in time to see a massive creature rise up from the desert sands. It reminded him of a caterpillar, except for the golden, bulbous head which looked an awful lot like a baby, with eyes without pupils or sclera, just dead whites, and purple marking which looked like unshed tears under its eyes. A red cape was tied around its neck. A halo hovered over its head, and he heard a ringing of bells somewhere on its huge, terrifying visage. The voice of the 12th Division Captain echoed through the huge fortress.

"Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō!"

"Yes," Naruto's already ferocious grin warped into something monstrous. "Yes this is more like a Captain!"


For the longest time she had slept through this hell, this nothing. Her last memory of freedom was flying, flying and fighting before she was soundly defeated. The woman scoffed at the word defeat, for her enemies had won by sheer force of numbers. One on one she could have taken any one of them, but three of them decided to fight her at once.

The last thing she remembered of freedom was lying on the sand, beaten, bloodied and broken. The taste of copper was overwhelming in her mouth, her long hair cut free from its bindings, covering her face and the ground around her head like a messy halo. She wasn't able to lift her hand to defend herself. She had been spent, spent and defenceless as their leader, the strongest of them all had muttered the incantation, binding her to this confined space deep beneath the endless dunes she loved to run through.

For the longest time she had tried to escape from this prison through sheer force. She would punch and kick and scream for long spans of time until her throat was raw and her muscles protested even the slightest movement. She would wait until her strength returned before beginning the whole cycle over and over again.

The most heart wrenching memory though was how close she had come to making it to her strongest sibling's fortress, just out of his sight. If she had made it to within his gaze he would have come out and rescued her. The relationship between the two of them was a complicated one, as could be the same for the relationship between the group of individuals which were the Nine Lords.

Together the two of them could have made a better fight of it. She knew that when he was finally defeated that he had hurt the enemy far more than she did and even during those years where she fought her imprisonment in vein that one fact gave her satisfaction. Eventually she just stopped trying, and decided to sleep the millennia away until either she died or the seal failed.

Time slipped past. She didn't know how much. Then she felt an unbridled power, and besides her bodies protests she managed a weak smile. The Ninth Lord, her eldest and most powerful brother had finally broken free from his cage in tremendous fashion, and as usual he had overdone it. She felt his power flow across the desert sands like a tsunami, and that feeling gave her hope which she had lost many eons ago.

Then a powerful wave of his power swept across her seal and she saw hairline cracks appearing before her. She looked at them for an eternity before a smile slowly spread across wrinkled flesh. The seal had been damaged by her siblings release and perhaps with just the right amount of pressure she could...

She gathered her spiritual pressure, a great well of power which had not been used in millennia, but slowly built up until it was bursting at the seams. Three thousand years of power was at her fingertips, begging for a release. She took a deep breath and released.

A blade of bubbling azure spiritual pressure exploded from the largest sand dune for countless kilometres around, sliding up and piercing the cloudless sky like a blade. Hollows all around felt the sudden power and fled in a panic.

She stood wobbling in the centre of the sand dune, which had been crushed and turned into a crater beneath her shrivelled feet. The old woman, dressed in rags with long scraggly hair pooling onto the sand looked around, took a deep breath and released her spiritual pressure to its fullest. Her appearance changed.

The long scraggily white hair immediately became healthy, turning light blonde before being cut by a simple flick of her wrist. What remained was a mane of wild straw blonde hair which fell down to her lower back. Another flick of the wrist and the delicate strands tied across each other into a braid. Her skin changed from flaccid wrinkles to pale, unblemished and toned skin. The rags just giving her modesty changed to white and black clothes, pants, a high collared jacket and mesh armoured shirt which showed an impressive bust and hour glass figure.

She stretched, emitting a feline purr of satisfaction as she felt every muscle protest and bones pop to the movement after several thousand years of misuse. That done she looked in the direction of the spiritual pressure, and with a smile took off in that direction.

After three thousand years of imprisonment Yugito Nii was free.


Dusting his hands off with an audible sigh Naruto looked over the partially destroyed landscape, and at the two panting Captains standing before him. Kenpachi Zaraki was taking in huge gulps of air, but he was still grinning like a madman and was still holding onto his sword. Mayuri Kurotsuchi was doubling over in pain, left arm blown away up to the shoulder and blood pooling onto the pale sand. His bankai was still active, and was even now disgorging a mass of strange coloured mist from its mouth.

The mad scientist grit his teeth as he fought through the pain and with a snap of his wrist sent Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō on a collision course, smashing through the sands with its mouth open and disgorging even more poisonous gases. Naruto tilted his head to the side, pondering, before shrugging his shoulders and straightening his right hand.

He brought his hand up in a vertical slashing motion, as if the limb were a broadsword which he was wielding. A blade of condensed crimson lashed out across the landscape, cutting Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō perfectly in half in a mass of flying blood and ripped apart cartilage. The blade didn't stop with the Bankai either, but continued on towards the two Captains hiding behind it.

Kenpachi saw it coming and dodged to the side, but Mayuri wasn't as lucky. He was barely able to move to his right before the blade sliced off another chunk of flesh from his hip all the way up to the muscles between his shoulder and neck. The mad Captain screamed in agony, before levelling a hated glare at the Vasto Lorde who so effortlessly ripped through his Bankai.

"Damn you," he growled through gnashing teeth. "Curse you, you insect. Do you really think this is the end of me? Do you truly believe you have won!"

"If I'm an insect," a voice from behind him spoke, causing the mad Captain to freeze, eyes widening as the form before them just disintegrated into dust. "Then I would guess I'm a spider, and you're a delicate little fly caught in my web."

He spun around just in time for a straightened hand to pierce through his chest and exit his back in a shower of blood. He was just able to see the blond haired Vasto Lorde grin victoriously at him before he blacked out. With no effort he snapped his arm, sending the now limb body colliding hard with the ground. "Come to my web said the spider to the fly."

Naruto didn't give the prone body another look. Instead he set his sights on the second Captain who had challenged him. Kenpachi was grinning in an insane manner which would match his own wicked grin and his unsheathed sword was leaning against his broad right shoulder.

"Aren't you going to run?" Naruto asked wryly with a raised brow.

"Nah," the Captain replied nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders. "But you could if you want to, don't let me stop you."

Naruto should have taken that as an offence, but instead his grin widened until it stretched from ear to ear. "You are definitely my favourite brand of person to fight, a shit load of energy and not even remotely afraid of death."

His grin was mirrored by the towering man, "Death, who gives a shit about death. I'm in heaven right now, my own personal nirvana. I've finally met someone worthy of fighting!"

His spiritual pressure exploded then, a mass of yellow flames that seemed to sap all light from the surrounding sky. Naruto looked up with a feral grin as this man's spiritual pressure gave birth to the form of a screaming human skull. "I'm honoured, but why don't you release your Shikai, or better yet your Bankai, and then we can really get this party rolling!"

"Shikai, Bankai?" Zaraki asked before throwing his head back and laughed hard. "I would love too, sadly my sword isn't very talkative, don't even know the bastards name!"

"Damn man, that really blows." The blonde replied. "All of this power without even knowing the name of your sword. Why don't you go away, learn your swords name and then come back and face me. I would even clear my schedule for such a confrontation."

"Nah I ain't the type of guy to just back down and run away, not when there's such a strong guy to kill." As if to amplify his statement he lashed out with his sword and a tide of spiritual pressure exploded from the blade, heading straight towards his foe. Naruto watched the blade of energy closing in without batting an eye and with a simple swipe of his hand deflected it. The yellow blade of energy hit and exploded against a large dune, sending sand flying.

"Hmm," Naruto muttered as he shook his hand. "That actually stung a little. I like you man, I really like you and as a gift for actually making me feel a little pain I will face you on even terms."

He reached out with his right hand and a sheathed katana came into being, almost as if it was born from the air itself, and what a beautiful weapon it was. The hilt and sheath were covered in criss-crossed black and crimson cloth, two strands flailing in the wind. The hilt was shaped like a curved shuriken and the blade radiated power. He gripped the weapon with both hands, one on the hilt while the other was on the sheath and slowly drew the weapon with a scrape of metal. The blade seemed to be made of liquid silver, shining magnificently in the daylight.

Zaraki laughed with barely contained glee. The weapon had its own power, seemingly doubling his opponent's spiritual pressure just by being unsheathed. It was beautiful. It was magnificent. It was completely and utterly ruthless. Bubbling crimson spiritual pressure slid along the Vasto Lorde's form and his sword, and when the creature opened his eyes they had gone from brilliant azure to bloody crimson, slit pupils and even the whites of his eyes bled black. He spoke, voice a guttural growl which held nothing but utter bloodthirsty joy and mirth. "You ready?"

Kenpachi Zaraki grinned like a madman, gripping his nameless Zanpakuto in a two handed grip, mirrored perfectly by his opponents. Yellow and crimson spiritual pressures were already pushing against each other, draining the surrounding area of all light and life, a true battle between titans. "Oh yes."

They walked a few steps, and then increased their pace to a jog, then a run. In perfect synchrony the two old combatants raised their swords above their heads, ready for downward strokes. Feral grins mirrored on their faces and immortalised in their memories. Then they were upon each other, and in a flash both swords came crashing down.

The release of spiritual pressure from the combined strikes was enormous, an explosion which flattened dunes and destroyed surrounding structure. The yellow and crimson spiritual pressures mixed and merged in a beautiful cacophony of unbridled destruction. When the dust cleared the land for a hundred meters in every direction had turned into a colossal crater with the two combatants in the centre.

Their backs were to each other, easily three to four steps apart, grins still held on each of their faces, hands still gripping their katana in basic kendo stances. Seconds passed before the victor was shown. Kenpachi Zaraki, Captain of the 11th Shinigami Court Guard Division fell to his knees, a diagonal slash carved along his chest. Blood dribbled down the corners of his mouth, but his grin held.

"Beaten huh?"

The blond didn't answer for the longest time, "Yea."

"But not dead."

"I don't want you to die." Naruto replied as he turned around, relaxing his stance and removing the blood from his sword with a simple flick of his wrist. The crimson liquid spattered against the flattened sand. "I want you to leave this place and get stronger, learn Shikai, learn BANKAI, come back here and face me again."

Zaraki laughed, spitting out a large gob of blood. "I look forward... too... it."

He fell face first onto the sand.

Naruto looked down at his fallen opponent, and grinned, "Yea, me too."

He walked, leaving his fallen foe behind, scaling the small hills of the crater in a matter of moments. Once he was on flat land again he looked around, searching for his next target. That was two Captains down, but where was the third. His blow couldn't have been that serious.

"Ban - kai."

Ah, there he was.

Darkness fell and blades slid from said darkness as if they were piercing the surface of a still pond. He could make out the ripples as they expanded and merged. The blades which rose to the infinite black reminded him of an honour guard, or a funeral procession. He turned to lock eyes with the Kuchiki, who held his now bladeless hilt in front of his chest in a military like salute.

"Senbonzakura Kageyoshi."

"Bankai," Naruto let the word leave his tongue, savouring the power it held, before allowing a grin to once again form, "Bankai, yes, definitely the Bankai of a Kuchiki. This is more like it."

He fell into a stance, sword held in one hand while the sheath formed on his other, held in a backwards grip. Naruto watched with rising respect as millions of cherry blossoms seemed to form from the air itself, all coming together in a single huge, writhing mass, a stunning and nostalgic sight, reminding him of images of a beautiful girl with pink hair and dazzling green eyes.

Yes, such a beautiful sight.


It had been a while.

Three thousand years had indeed passed since he felt this presence, this aura, this power. It had been even longer since he had felt this suffocating layer of spiritual pressure descend on not just him but the whole of the domain, heck he would be surprised if the shockwaves of his release hadn't been felt at the other side of Hueco Mundo.

Yes, it had been a while.

Then he had felt another familiar presence, breaking free soon after the shockwaves of the first had died down. He felt her power next, and knew that their long imprisonment was coming to an abrupt end. Like a row of dominos falling one after the other, a true chain reaction on a large scale.

He knew his time had come the moment he saw a crack appear on his seal, right before his eyes as if he was watching a pane of glass slowly cave in under the pressure. With a single aged hand he pressed against it and released. A golden pillar of spiritual pressure shattered the shell shocked seal and he rose from his sarcophagus.

The sand answered his subconscious command, immediately swirling around him like a tornado of miniscule particles. His long white hair became dark red, skin tightened and firmed, limbs regained old muscles long lost to misuse and decay. Basic clothes covered his once rag covered form, a simple white shirt, scarf and pants all flowing with the gale force winds.

He reached out with his spiritual pressure, feeling a total of six additional presences. One was unmistakably his sister, racing towards the epicentre. The other five were all clumped together in the direction of the old fortress. Three were Shinigami, low to mid Captain level, another felt strange, like a mixture of Shinigami and Hollow, and the final one felt like a Hollow, definitely his brother by the way he kept his spiritual pressure contained.

He always held back against the enemy.

The Lord took a deep breath and allowed the tornado to subside.

Gaara opened his eyes and looked over the desert sands of Hueco Mundo before taking off in a blur of motion so fast dust rose from where he treaded. He felt his sister already on the move, well ahead of him in her travelling to the source of the disturbance which had freed them.

Only one person was so powerful that he could accidentally undo ancient seals.

Naruto was up and about and was in the middle of a brawl.

The strange bastardised presence was already dormant, meaning he had been beaten into unconsciousness, and while he was running he felt one of the Shinigami fall dormant as well. The Ninth Lord had already incapacitated two of his four opponents.

There was defeating an enemy and then there was just showing off.

Maybe if he increased his speed he could make it before his brother destroyed everything. That was doubtful though. His sister had a good head start, to good for him to beat. Once she got there the two of them would completely annihilate whoever the enemy was.

His memories of the time when he was sealed were sketchy. All he recalled was facing a small group of men wearing black Shihakusho uniforms with katana strapped to their sides. He had attempted to fight but was surprised and quickly surrounded. All he remembered was pain and agony as his strength was sealed, then he was left there, seeing all around him fall into anarchy while he was unable to stop it.

Hueco Mundo went to the dogs the moment their guiding hands were removed. Their last few children had slowly died off one after the other, leaving behind mindless Hollows who went as they pleased. In time it seemed that the evolutionary chain would slowly create replacements, but that never happened.

That would soon change.

But first he needed to expel the Shinigami from this place, and as he felt the second Shinigami presence go dark he knew the action would be over before he arrived, by how quickly his brother was knocking around his opponents he considered it might be over even before his sister arrived.

Or maybe not, the last one felt strong.

Gaara smiled.

It was a good day to be free, a very good day.


Glossary

Bankai – Final Release

Hakusui – Soul Sleep

Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō – Golden Leg Cutting Jizō

Saketsu – Soul Binding

Senbonzakura Kageyoshi – Vibrant Display of a Thousand Cherry Blossoms

Senka – Flash Blossom

Shikai – Initial Release

Shinigami – Death God


Arrancar – Ripped Mask/To Rip off

Cero – Hollow Flash/Zero

Espada – Ten Blades/Sword

Hueco Mundo – Hollow Sphere/Hollow World

Vasto Lorde – Highest Great Hollow


Author's Note 1: Okay, so I finished this chapter quite some time ago, but completely forgot about it and left it in the backburner. Sorry about that folks, so here it is. Updates for this story will not be consistent. They may takes a few months at a time.

Author's Note 2: On a secondary note I am thoroughly surprised by the amount of response this story has received. Honestly it was just this little idea I've had in my head since, like, forever, lol. Seriously though, thank you everyone. On a side note the title, Think of me as the Talking Air, is a silent show of respect to Baccano, an awesome anime based in America in the 1930's, seriously the Mafia, Immortals, Alchemists, blood and awesomeness throughout.

Author's Note 3: A few people have pointed out that the Gobi is wrong, and my answer is that I just don't like either the Gobi Biju or Han the Jinchuriki. I envisioned a wolf when I first thought of the other tailed beasts, and another girl in the group is sorely needed considering we only have one confirmed female, who is deceased (I hate you Kishimoto!), and the author seems to be wondering if he should make Fu a girl or just make another really feminine male. Sometimes I really worry about the guy. Every awesome female in his Manga who wasn't in the original cast is dead! (Yugito, Konan, not looking good for Samui, Anko's survival is iffy at best... I'm beginning to worry about the Mizukage. There's a good character for Masashi to redeem himself on the strong heroine front (Do not mess this up!)).