Time for another chapter of The Will of Darjkness! I will be going back for a chapter of HTHHH after this, so please bear with me if it seems to take forever for me to update. I'll try my hardest to go no more than six weeks without uploading a new chapter. I'm so sorry you guys had wait this long. Thanks for the continued views, love and support, JIRO.
Jiro chuckled as he leapt down from the roof of Las Noches. He sighed, thinking about tomorrow. Knowing that today was the day the Arrancar were going to the human world to purchase formal clothing, he wondered if he should spy on them somehow, as he knew the experience would be amusing. He heard a thudding noise, and turned to see Skjoldr, one of his Chesnaught, rolling to his feet, his green body flexing as he reached up to the spikes on his brown outlined shell, ready to tear the spikes out and remove the shell, a form of power enhancement Jiro learned of in Kalos. He stepped in front of the massive creature, placing an arm in the beast's way, stopping him. He looked to Jiro, who frowned across the sand. He noticed Kensei Muguruma standing across the field in his Bankai state, looking as if he never faced Jiro. Jiro frowned at this, stepping forward and standing stalwart in front of the captain. "It appears as if you've found the Fountain Of Youth, or at least a great make-up artist." he said jokingly, and Kensei clenched his fist, the hand blades morphing into spiked gauntlets as he made to move forward. He vaulted forward, swinging his fist at Jiro. Jiro rolled, bringing his knee up into Kensei's stomach, then leaping back as he drove his foot into his side. Kensei spun in midair, landing on his feet. He glared at Jiro, who smirked as he pulled his Zanpakuto off his body, tossing it to Skjoldr.
"Make sure nothing happens to that blade." he said, and the beast nodded. Kensei chuckled. "You actually think you can beat me without your Zanpakuto?" he jeered, and Jiro hummed. "Yes, I do. You prefer hand to hand combat, and, as a shinobi who worked with taijutsu more than anything, I'm confident that I can out fight you." he said. Kensei raised his fist, taking a fighting stance, waiting for Jiro to make a move. Jiro lifted his arms, holding them out as he slid one leg forward, similar to a classic Gentle Fist stance. "I wonder, will the Gentle Fist seal your energy points, or do you not have any?" he mused aloud, before shooting forward, sliding behind Kensei and slamming his foot into the captain's back. Kensei spun, only for Jiro to slam his fist into the captain's gut, rolling to elbow him in the back of the head, slamming to the ground, where Jiro slammed his foot onto the captain's skull, pinning him down. "It took me under thirty seconds to pin you to the ground. I honestly wouldn't need my Zanpakuto to fight you. Since I have a wedding to prepare for, and you want a fight, I, am going to send out my men to get decent clothing for the wedding. If you really want a fight, then I'll summon Mogui to fight you. That's the best you'll get. Otherwise, you go back to the Soul Society with the only thing you have left to lose: Your life." he said, removing his foot, and turning away. "and don't think about attacking me from behind, I'm too fast, and Skjoldr can use Spiky Shield, which will pierce various points of your body, leaving you either dead, or close enough for none of my forces to see you as anything other than food." he said, chuckling as the Chesnaught followed him back inside. Kensei shot to his feet, ready to charge the arrogant Uchiha, when a whistle caught his attention. He spun, only for an orange scaled fist to connect with his jaw.
Jiro smiled as he secured his Zanpakuto to his hip, hearing grumbling coming from ahead. "Thank you Skjoldr. It was greatly appreciated. But remember what I told you, only take your shell off for captains of squad six or higher. He is squad 9 captain. Even in a full power Bankai state with his hollow mask, he still wouldn't be of a high enough power level to challenge you." he said, and the beast nodded, heading off his own way. Jiro stopped, turning and looking to the shadows. "You can come out now demon, I know you're there." he said, and Caine chuckled as he stepped into the light. "That oversized chestnut is really that strong?" he asked. Jiro nodded. "I raised him myself. You see, the shell is a power inhibitor of sorts, as the Pokemon is supposed to have a kind disposition, and their special ability makes bomb like attacks, an attacks in the shape of a ball, do no damage. It's also said that a simple Tackle from a Chesnaught can topple Fifty ton machinery, so imagine what can be done without the shell." he said, walking forward. "Have you seen him without his shell?" he asked. Jiro turned to the demon, only smiling calmly without saying a word. "Anyhow, why were you seeking me out?" he asked, and Caine laughed nervously. "Well, about that, I have bad news." he said, and Jiro sighed. "How bad?" he asked, and Caine grumbled. "You remember that demon king I was talking about when we met?" he asked, and Jiro nodded. Then blinked. "Let me guess. Just to say 'fuck you' to us, he miraculously joined forces with Naruto and Ichigo in some way." he said, and the demon nodded. Jiro growled.
"Thanks Caine. Got any vampire lords to piss off, so that my army has even more shit to worry about." Jiro said, freezing. "Vampire." he said, and inhaled and exhaled calmly, the corners of his mouth twitching. "Is that all Caine?" he asked, and Caine shook his head. Jiro groaned, turning and walking ahead. He made it to the large room where everyone lazed. He held up a finger. "Hold on for a moment Caine." he said, stamping his foot to catch everyone's attention. "Time is short. We may have enemies penetrating this realm at any moment, so I'm sending everyone at once. You will all be under the supervision of my mother, who I advise you appease, no matter how much pain you are put in, or amount of blood, sweat and tears you shed. Understood?" he asked, and everyone groaned, nodding as they all stood. Jiro whistled, and another Pokemon appeared. This one had a fleshy mustache, and yellow skin, with brown armor like shoulder guards. "Gandalf, take them to a place where they may get the clothing they seek." he said, and the creature bowed, clenching it's spoons in it's hands, then flashing everyone from the dimension. Jiro sighed. "Now it's just me, you, Mogui and the Pokemon. The best time for them to invade." he said, turning to Caine. "Now, what did you want to tell me?" Jiro asked, tilting his head. Caine chuckled, and was more nervous than he should've been. "well, you see, uh, Jiro, I, uh, forgot what I was going to say! Yeah, that's it!" he said, turning around to flee the room, only for one of the blue golems to stand in his way. Jiro glowered, a sickly black aura beginning to form around him. "Listen, I am confident in my ability to defeat this demon king of yours, and I'm sure I can keep pace with most of the soul society, but Ichigo and Naruto themselves are both stronger than me. It's bad enough that they have teamed themselves up against me, but the fact that there is something, however terrible, you're hiding from me, is making me most unhappy, only hours from my wedding." he said, and Caine sighed.
"The truth is, I spoke to Itachi, who says that he remembered something. Well, we never did anything with a certain soul of a certain person." he said, and Jiro frowned. Caine stuttered and sputtered, trying to get out what he wanted to say, but it dawned on Jiro a moment later. He stormed past the demon, absentmindedly backhanding him into a wall, and storming through the walls to Kensei. He had to make sure the captain was still alive, and he had to question him.
Outside, Mogui and Kensei were on equal grounds. The orange Halfling snarled as he used Hone claws, repairing the claw he broke off on the captains hollow mask. His skin began to slowly darken, only for Jiro's presence to be felt from the palace. He growled, realizing that the man he thought of as a father had stopped him from finishing, or even starting, a fight twice in two days. He stepped back, the panting captain taking the chance to surge forward, stopping and throwing all of his momentum and force into a single punch, aimed at the Halfling's face. Jiro stepped in front of the Halfling, seemingly from nowhere, allowing the punch to connect with his face, the shockwave ringing out for miles. And, thanks to Kensei's special ability, as long as his fist stayed in contact with the target, the force is continuous. Jiro chuckled, slapping the captain's hand away and clenching him by the throat. HE spread his hand, his fingers becoming webbed, and pulled back. "Unless you want me to suck out every single bit of life you have left, you will tell me what I want to know." he stated, a commanding tone that made Mogui take a step back. "Mogui, fortify our defenses. Get everyone ready for anything for the next fourty-eight hours, and make sure that everyone is ready." he said, and the Halfling nodded, setting off to complete his task. Jiro turned back to the captain, snarling as he spoke. "I want you to tell me if any souls that have entered your realm have rose through the ranks at an alarming rate." he commanded, and Kensei groaned. "N-never." he said, and Jiro frowned. He clenched his fist, slamming it into Kensei's face repeatedly, smashing his mask into pieces.
"Now, either you tell me, or I'll use my eyes to pry the information from you, and then subject you to torture the likes of which you have never seen." he said, and the captain continued struggling, but couldn't break free. "Only one." he gasped, and Jiro clenched harder. "Give me a name." he demanded, and the captain gasped and choked as he spoke. "Mi-Minato Uzamaki." he said. Jiro snarled, knowing exactly what the demon feared to tell him. Jiro dropped the captain, catching him by the shoulders in midair, snarling as he tore the captain in two, his energy seemingly oozing from his body, polluting the sand around him, making it seemingly disappear as he grew angrier. What was he supposed to do? Nothing? Then again, what could he do? He snarled, swinging his claws across the air, tearing open a portal to the Shinobi realm, a power that he knew was only usable due to his increased power granted by his angered state. He stepped through, in the Mist village, surprisingly good allies of Naruto and the Leaf. He was in the air, and knew he had to destroy the village. For some reason, he felt rage, blind, unadulterated rage consume him, and he felt energy pool at his hands and maw. Another flash of another world, and he stuck his hand out, a sick smile on his face. A black ball of energy formed, dense and sickly in make, filled with enough hate that it was nearly tangible. He spun, flinging the energy ball like a Shuriken, watching it collide with the ground, erupting in an earth shattering explosion, wiping the village out in a single blow, leaving naught but a massive crater, the lives of all of its inhabitants ceasing, likely heading to the Soul society, where Jiro could kill them again, a thought, which, in his enraged state, made Jiro even more eager to kill them again. He inhaled, control slowly coming back to him. He looked at his work, and sighed.
"At least it's less work later." he said, turning around and walking into the portal. He stopped, and looked far off into the distance, in the direction of the Cloud Village, and wondered what he could do about it. A village full of highly trained ninja. Sounded like a great time for Sif, and wondered if he should let the jackal destroy the village. Then, an idea came to him, and he smiled. He headed back, making sure to be quick, as the portal was still open, and found Caine. The demon was nervous, and appeared to be attempting to outrun the Uchiha and hide, only for Jiro to teleport in front of him. He chuckled, and then noticed that Jiro was completely calm. "Now, Kensei Muguruma is dead, and the Mist Village wiped out. I want the Cloud Village gone, and decided that you were perfect for it. As punishment for withholding information that was vital to me, in any way, you are to destroy the Cloud Village, leaving no survivors, at all. If you fail, you can go take your demon King shit and shove it up your fucking ass. Now go, before I make it worse and tell you to eat all of their souls." he said, and the demon frowned, but nodded and complied. After leaving, Jiro realized that for the first time, he was technically alone. Sure Mogui was here, but he didn't know the same things his mother, or Skeinu even, did. He pondered on what to do, until a strange thought occurred to him. He was going to marry Bambietta, technically against her will, and he didn't even have a ring for her. He sighed, wondering if he should, or even could, leave this realm, to obtain one. He decided to summon his special forces, and brief them on the situation.
He stood with his special forces, and smiled. "I'm an old fashioned guy, being from the feudal era. I want to get Bambietta a ring, but don't want to leave this place unguarded. Mogui Yi, Skjoldr the Shield, Sif the Black Judge, Bacchus the Bull, Long Yi the Wing, Uralt the Ancient, Yggdrasil the Terror, Aegir the Cannon, Gandalf the White, Garmr of the Fang, Loghock of the Zanjitsu Gokui, Skrimsli the Dark, Ghul the Fiend, Grausamkeit the Eternal, Snegovik the Frozen, Hercules the Tempermental, Igrushka the Baleful, Eldingar the Bolt, Mhesi the Focused, Willow the Deciever, Fonias the Murderer, Kantrai the Clamp, Vertilgung the Exterminator, Hanz the Sensual, Frigg the Mothering, Hideyoshi the Misleading, Magni and Modi the Powerful and Lucian the Moon-kissed. You are my special forces, beings of intense power, so strong, that you could likely be an equal match for the entire Soul Society. However, for now, you must be wary not of Soul reapers, but of demons. A demon King that Caine is on the bad side of has allied himself with our enemies, and may attack at any moment. You must promise me that you will deal with the issue personally, and allow no room for error. Mogui, you are in charge. All of you, except Skjoldr, must mega evolve if need be. Do whatever is needed to survive and neutralize the threat while i'm gone. If there is no threat, then after I return, you may rest. I bid you farewell, and good luck if any problem should arise." he said, and the special forces nodded at the same time, watching Jiro walk through a portal opened by his claws, using his eyes to copy the technique form before. The portal closed, and the powerful beasts all looked amongst each other and smiled, the energy radiating through them seemingly empowering the realm. As the longest lived, Garmr seemed to take more of a leadership role then Mogui, and had all of the other Pokemon hiding and waiting, allowing the powerful beasts to deal with the whole problem alone.
Jiro grunted, uncomfortable with the area he was in. It was extremely crowded and noisy, two things he wasn't the fondest of. However, he picked up on the energy of some of his allies, and assumed that they'd be easy to spot. But, with how crowded the area was, he couldn't find anyone. Continuing to walk about, he remembered that he arrived to get Bambietta a ring. He remembered that Bambietta was also amongst this crowded mess that he towered over, his six foot eight frame almost painstakingly noticeable, not mentioning his unusual shoes or pupiless gray eyes. Frowning, he ducked into an alley, casting a transformation jutsu, taking on a smaller form, that of Jiraya. Walking from the alley, he continued on his way, his mind set on one thing. Of course, he realized that a problem arose. He had no currency of any sort on him, and attempting to steal any would likely draw attention to himself. Gritting his teeth, he continued on until he heard a familiar chuckle next to him. He tilted his head to see Igrushka the Baleful next to him, the Pokemon chuckling at him, her ghostly form invisible to all the other people in the vicinity. "What are you doing here?"" he asked the Banette, the Pokemon laughing at him before answering. "Jiro-sama, you look ridiculous in that form! Anywho, I heard that you were having problems with currency for this realm?" she asked, raising one of her non existent eyebrows as she held out a large wad of green paper to him. He took it, looking at it with content. "Where did you get this?" he asked, knowing that he'd look odd holding a large wad of currency while talking to something that wasn't visible to anyone else. She giggled. "Well, I had to pull some strings, but I got it legally, so no attention should be drawn to you Jiro-sama." she said, and he nodded as he watched the marionette Pokemon giggle madly. He grunted. "Do you any idea what I should get her? I've never done this before." he said, and the doll chuckled. "If you wanna know what to get her exactly, talk to Gandalf. He could read her mind, as could Mhesi, and figure out her favorite colors, gemstones and such, but all you have is me." she said, her zipper mouthed smile less comforting than it should've been. Jiro rolled his eyes. "I'm doomed." he said, turning to find the ghost gone, only a tinge of her most baleful energy left behind, a sign that she was about to fight.
When the demon horde rose over the sands, heading towards the group of Pokemon, led not by the Halfling, but by the elderly Houndoom, he stepped forward. "Tonight, we dine in Hell!" he screamed, leading the charge. The group began their charge, their forms slowly changing as they ran. Mogui finally unleashed his mega evolved form, his black wings, blue and black scales, and heavier musculature finally unleashed. Vertilung, also a Charizard, mega evolved into the X evolution, a more brute force form, while Long Yi evolved into the Y form, more suited for intense aerial combat. Skjoldr discarded his shield, his hunched form straightening and thickening. Igrushka discarded her doll like body, becoming a solid embodiment of baleful energy, her sharp ethereal claws brandished. Eldingar wasn't a normal Mega Manectric, his gawky lightning shaped fur turned into a shield of pure lightning, his intense power causing him to slightly lose his corporeal form. Fonias spread his wings, the Pinsir grabbing the orange blades in his wing covers and brandishing them. Hercules leapt into the air as he transformed, his nose still flat, but his body much thicker, the sheer bulk of his body radiating into the air. Bacchus roared as his face flattened, his head becoming heavy enough to make him sink into a quadrapedal stance, his horns much larger than a normal Aggron, making himself all around more bull like. Loghock, the Blaziken of the group, transformed, his body covered in a cloak of intense heat, flames trailing off his head sickeningly. Willow the Mawile had Mega evolved, her curving jaws armed with much more teeth than normal, giving her a more menacing appearance. Frigg the Kangaskhan had transformed, her much larger child leaping from her pouch as she morphed, her pouch disappearing as a coat of metal covered her arms, while her child was armed with bone, the sheer power of the two radiating about, seemingly making the sand glow. Aegir transformed, the behemoth cannon on his back forcing him on all fours, as two smaller cannons emerged from his shoulders, his broad form blocking the castle. Yggdrasil was truly a Terror, as after his transformation, he sunk into the sand, controlling a huge living tree from his back. And they weren't done.
Skrimsli, the beastly Tyranitar had mega evolved, his lack of a head horn intriguing, while his much longer arms allowed him a more offensive disposition. Snegovik, the Abomasnow had finished his transformation, four trees of ice on his back as he stomped about, roaring. Ghul, the black Gengar, had transformed, his ethereal body and white claws bone white, giving him an eerily sinister look. Mhesi, the Medicham, had mega evolved, his hundreds of spirit arms all made of intensely focused energy, making them closer and closer to being real arms. Kantrai, the Scizor, had Mega Evolved, his clamping arms thicker than normal, lined with sharp rotating hook on the inside, designed to tear into whatever he grabbed. Magni the Powerful, a smaller Mewtwo, an intriguing feline created by science, or magick, had mega evolved, shrinking down to increase speed and offense greatly, while his twin, Modi the Powerful, had Mega Evolved the opposite way, becoming even larger, his muscles thickening and straining, his bulk increasing, but speed remaining the same. Gandalf had transformed, his species' signature spoons morphing into a massive spoon staff as a thin membrane cloak covered him, his long whitening hair and beard covering his face, a hat made of ethereal energy covering him, it's witchy point curved. Uralt, the Aerodactyl, had transformed, keeping a similar form to a standard Mega Aerodactyl, except that his entire body coated in hard rock, his tail ending in a spiked ball. Graumsekiet, the Gyarados, had Mega evolved, his almost shrimp like form altered, the large back fins now wings, and small arms emerging from his sides, a sickening roar ripping through the air. Sif had finished her transformation, making herself entirely black with a powerful aura, covering her entire body, a smirk on her canid lips. And still, they hadn't finished.
Hanz the Sensual had finished his Mega Evolution, the Garchomp's obsession with human beauty showing in his transformation. Instead of scythe hands, he had human hands with intensely sharp claws, and a more masculine built than normal, making himself more man than dragon. Hideyoshi's transformation had finished, the Gardevoir's appearance similar to most. Instead of a flowing gown like most Gardevoir, Hideyoshi's was more formfitting, his preference for close quarters combat affecting his transformation. Garmr's transformation was extremely different from a normal Houndoom. His horns spun around, curving like a ram's, and a second set emerged from under the first, curving towards his face. Increased armor covered his body, as two large bat like wings erupted from his back, and his spaded tail increased in size. Spikes ran down his back and thickened tail, and his eyes turned black, snow white pupils the only thing in them. Tears marks ran down his face, which seemed longer and more menacing. The bone around his legs ran up farther, each of the three rings having their own spike. Each of his back legs had a strap of muscle with a skull, and his belly became seemingly draconic, and the skull pendant around his neck became larger, growing it's own large teeth. He went from the 4'11, slightly taller than the average Houndoom, to 7'3, a foot taller than the average Mega Houndoom. Lucian, the nastiest member of the group, had transformed. The mightyena had lengthened, his back legs becoming more humanoid as he stood on his hind legs, his chest puffing and barreling out as his paws lengthened and flattened into thick, clawed hands, which came down, tearing the skull of a demon into pieces, signaling the start of the battle.
Jiro sighed, unable to decide what to get Bambietta, even though he'd looked at thousands of rings. He picked up on Jiraya's energy, and saw the boy walking beside Rukia, their hands intertwined. He smiled, approaching the happy couple, who took notice of his energy immediately, blinking at the form he took. "Jiro, is that you?" Jiraya asked, and Jiro nodded. "Yes, and I''m most uncomfortable, as I haven't been so short since I was younger than you. I don't know how you do it." he said jokingly, causing Rukia to chuckle. Jiro looked the girl up and down and nodded. "You'll make a good wife for him. I'm happy he found you, even if you had questionable loyalties." he said, giving her a glance ht said that her loyalties were still questionable. Jiraya smiled. "Why are you here anyway?" he asked, and Jiro chuckled. "I'm looking for something. I can't seem to find it. How are the others, have they found what they wanted clothing wise?" he asked. Jiraya nodded. "Apache decided on a suit, masculine as the thing is. Abirama went with a fur outfit with some feathery headdress. Johan has some fur of some sort, and Dwalin has a leathery jacket, with fur around the edges. Skeinu and Sable are wearing Tiger, or Leopard, print fur, fake fur of course, and a suit for him, and the dress from wherever that you got Sable. Most of the Arrancar are putting personal spins on classic formal wear. Rukia decided to get herself a Yukata with a fan pattern on it, as the fan is the symbol of the Uchiha. I got myself a Kimono, as the rest of the clothing in this realm is so uncomfortable, or confusing. Did you know that in this realm that they were their pants belted around their thighs, and sometimes, they wear them backwards?" he asked, and Jiro shuddered. "I'm lucky I'm not people watching, or I'd kill those trashy fools. So putrid." he said, snarling as he swung his head about, almost looking for the trash Jiraya described. Rukia chuckled, and Jiro sighed. "Since everyone is done, or near done, I want them to gather here. There's a battle waging in Hueco Mundo right now, and I don't want our new clothes ruined." he said, and Jiraya nodded.
A lone demon had slipped past the brutish force running rampant outside. The creatures were vicious, each of their power enough for a thousand of them. Even with a force of thirty thousand, the demon wondered if they could beat the creatures called Pokemon. The one called Loghock could scorch them without being seen, the flames so hot, only the Pokemon's sheer will could make them visible. He stumbled, his target a black blade that he knew was in the castle. He had used a large quantity of his energy casting a spell to freeze the golems that lined the walls, freezing each of them in place as their spiritual energies churned inside, trying to break free of the hold on them. He had managed to evade every single one of them, and stalked closer and closer to the place where the blade was held. He pushed through a door, seeing a large throne room. He smirked, seeing the blade strapped around the throne, and smirked as he leapt up into the air, extending his hand out to grab it. A dark green hand shot out, chopping his, breaking it and knocking him to the ground. He stumbled, rolling to his feet. He looked at his opponent, a six foot tall, dark green human with four arms and a beak like set of lips. He was another one of these Pokemon things, something known as a Machamp. He reached to his hip, drawing four swords from his side. "Name's Kimbo. Kimbo Slice." he said, brandishing the four blades at the demon.
The demon surged forward, leaping into the air, the Machamp leaping into the air and swinging the blades at the demon. The demon spread his wings, flapping to the side, knocking Kimbo out of the air. Kimbo rolled to his feet, launching a Flamethrower from his maw, scorching the demon's wings and knocking him from the air. The demon hissed as he hit the ground. Kimbo smiled, charging with his blades brandished. The demon side stepped, remaining low to the ground as he tripped Kimbo, quickly kicking the blades away from him, laughing as he had thought he had the upper hand. The human like creature sprung to his feet, tapping the demon on the shoulder, only for him to flinch and whirl around. The Machamp used Close Combat, raining down punches at Machamp speed, which was 12, 500 punches a minute. Raining down an array of elemental punches, including the steel powered Bullet Punch, Kimbo mercilessly punched the demon, the blood and crunching of bones pleasing him. He stopped abruptly, giving the demon a moment to recover as he placed the bottoms of all four hands together, charging up four Focus Blasts at once, standing at point blank range. The demon shook his head, only to pale when he saw what was right in front of his face. Kimbo launched the blast, obliterating the demon, who screamed as the blast hit. The Machamp grabbed and sheathed his blades, hoping more demons would come from the Zanpakuto, as he hadn't gotten a good workout in a while.
After hearing from Rukia that everyone was to gather in a specific area, the last two remaining members of Jiro's ragtag army, his mother and Bambietta, slowly made their way to the meeting place, enjoying eachother's company. "You seem more relaxed than normal." Hinata said, and Bambietta nodded. "I'm in the world of the living, and I'm still alive. A bit more comfortable than being amongst inhuman creatures and undead soldiers that are the exact opposite of me. Hollows, and Arrancar, are the exact opposite of Quincy, and we don't get along." she said, and Hinata nodded, her arms crossed. "These Hollows are the creatures with the bone masks, similar to Jiro's hands and feet when we're home?" she asked, and Bambietta nodded. "To be honest, I have no clue how he has Hollow in him, unless he adapted to Hueco Mundo somehow, and being a resident of Hueco Mundo for a long time, is something I'm not sure is possible." she said, and Hinata smirked. "Tell me, what do you think of Jiro?" she asked. Bambietta shrugged. "He seems like a good guy. He looks at things like someone from the Feudal Era would. He's tall, a lot taller than most people I've known, and he can be pretty nasty. But, after seeing how he takes care of Jiraya, who isn't even a real relative, and how Mogui looks up to him like a father, I actually realized that he's looking for something, or someone." she said, and Hinata nodded. "After Jiro lost Shizuka, he changed completely. He idolized Naruto, and after she died, he became quiet, much stronger, and much more protective of those he cared about. The homeless people walking around Las Noches were cared for by Jiro, the children like his own, as he doesn't have any." she said. Bambietta frowned slightly. "He's what, seventeen? Why would he have kids already?" she asked. Hinata sighed, a sad look in her eyes. "Believe it or not, if not for Naruto trying to make Jiro look bad as he made Minato look better, Jiro and Shizuka would have a three year old son. Shizuka was pregnant when she died, which affected Jiro even more." she said, and Bambietta frowned. He was the way he was because of Naruto, who was still out there.
Hinata sighed, and looked to her. "If given the chance, and the situation was different, would you voluntarily marry Jiro?" she asked. Bambietta hesitated, not sure how to answer. She understood him better, and knew that he loved her, which made her feel happier for some reason. He killed two men and gave their life to her, a fallen enemy, so that she could live again, because he cared, even though he'd never seen her before that. He gifted her with a fire breathing puppy, just because he could. She seemed to fill a hole in him, and wouldn't want to know what would fill the hole if she didn't. She turned to Hinata and smiled, nodding. "Yes. I would." she said, and Hinata, smiled, clapping her on the back. "Good. I'm happy. I'm sure Jiro will be too." she said, and Bambietta smiled as they reached the rest of the group, and decided to remain until someone came to let them know that the battle in Hueco Mundo was over. Surprisingly, the envoy from the other side was Kimbo, the human like Pokemon letting them know that the enemy force had been demolished in an extreme burst of power. On the way back, Jiro look to Kimbo. "Did they use their secret techniques?" he asked. Kimbo chuckled. "Only Hideyoshi and Skjoldr. For someone called The Shield, that oversized rodent packs a punch." he said, and Jiro chuckled, eager to see his palace again.
DONE! Big chapter, sorry it took so long. Christmas and all. Even though I don't celebrate it, my family and I took it as a day off, even though I worked on my writing a bit. And now, more mysteries! I love Pokemon so much, and it seems to fit so well with this fic, I couldn't resist adding it in like this. So, what secret techniques could they be talking about? Maybe I'll tell you later. Thanks for all of the love and support, JIRO!