"Don't do this to yourself, Mamoko." Kujiro kept trying to talk me out of fighting. I glared at the person I thought was my friend.
"I believe you misheard me. I remember what you are. I remember who I am. I am a Soul Reaper, and you, arrancar, are my enemy." he glared at me, obviously angry at what I said. Angry, because he knows that he isn't going to get me back on his side.
"I don't think ya understand." he told me. "Even if ya do defeat me, there's always the Espada." he chuckled. "And if you somehow get past them...you'll die by the hands of His Majesty Yoshidaime Senkuji." my gripped tightened as images of the murder flashed through my mind. A burst of confidence exploded inside of me.
"Then I guess I'll have to kill all 4 of you." he laughed at me.
"Can't ya hear me? If you decide to fight us, you're dead! There ain't no way a kid like you can kill us! Just give up already!" I shook my head.
"I'm not a child. I am 5th Seat Mamoko Hirosan of Squad 10. I am the only person in my squad besides my Captain that has achieved bankai. I am also skilled in kido and hand to hand combat. Maybe you shouldn't think so lightly of me, arrancar." I paused for a second to smirk at his astonished expression. "Also, even if I wasn't...there would still be no way I'd go back to that damn room as your prisoner. Soul Reapers don't repeat our mistakes...we learn from them!"
Toshiro's POV
We ran beside the walls of Las Noches, looking endlessly for an entrance. Izuru skid to a stop.
"We're wasting too much time!" he faced the wall. "Hado #33, Sokatsui!" a blue blast exploded from the palm of his hand, burrowing into the wall, creating a passage into the palace. Momo smiled at him.
"Good work, Izuru!" I nodded in agreement.
"C'mon." we ran into Las Noches. I focused as hard as I could, trying to detect any sign of Mamoko's spiritual pressure.
"How are we supposed to find Mamoko?" Rangiku questioned, "this place is huge!"
"Just keep searching for her spiritual pressure, she must be close."
"This place is humongous..." Momo said to no one in particular. We ran into a chamber with 2 different passageways. I thought for a second.
"Izuru, Momo, you two take the path on the right. Me and Rangiku will take the path on the left." they all nodded.
"You guys be careful." Momo warned. Rangiku gave her a reassuring smile and wink.
"I will if you will, Momo." she smiled back. I smiled briefly at the scene, and I noticed Izuru doing the same.
"Alright, lets go."
"Yes, Captain."
Mamoko's POV
I tried flash-step again, and it worked! Metal clashed with metal, and my eyes widened in surprise. I didn't even see him take out his sword...Kujiro looked down on me with a disapproving frown.
"Alright, I know who you are. But do ya know who I am? I'm Kujiro Masuoji, Privaron Espada #104. You have no chance." Some sort of negative energy radiated off of him, then just burst out all at once, sending me flying back. That was...his spiritual pressure. I stood up, holding my sword protectively in front of me as he walked towards me. "Excuse me, I bet ya don't even know what Privaron Espada are. You see, back when Barragan Luisenbairn was King, I was Espada number 4." my eyes widened. "But that changed when Aizen came, creatin' his own Espada. I was demoted to a 3 digit number. However," his grin grew, showing off sharp canine teeth. "I'm still at Espada level."
"You used to be...an Espada...?" he chuckled.
"So how'a bout it, Mamoko? Ya still think you can beat me?" I felt my spiritual pressure increase. He raised an eyebrow in an amused fashion.
"I don't think I will beat you, Kujiro...I know I can!" I flash-stepped forward, adrenalin running through my veins. All of a sudden, a burst of energy pushed me back. I was slammed into the wall, and I fell onto the ground on all fours, wind knocked out of me. I looked up, breathing deeply. My eyes widened.
"Now, Miss Hirosan, what exactly are you trying to accomplish by running away?" Yoshidaime...
Dun, dun, dun!