"What's happening?"
"You can't demand answers from me."
"As long as you understand that I'm going to figure out whatever is happening with you."
She snorted at him. As they clashed swords once again, Tōshiro finding less and less purchase against her as the fight went on. It mystified him at first since he thought she was taking him more seriously as the fight continued, but no.
She wasn't using more Spiritual Energy, she was gaining more. That was the working theory anyway, but he wasn't quite so sure he believed it.
After all the combatants had been innoculated against Sung-Sun, so who could she be draining? Was it Harribel's ability? Or maybe his opponent was just so stoic that her renewed efforts weren't showing in her body language?
He wasn't the best at sensing Spiritual Energy, so he couldn't be wholly sure which one it was. But the fight was getting increasingly harder, she seemed to be faster and more powerful with each minute by just a sliver, but it was enough to spell doom in a battle against an equal, one who's skin was made of steel at that.
Her Zanpakutō didn't make the battle easier either with how tricky it is, unusually wide with the distinction of being completely hollow in the middle, essentially consisting of nothing more than the edges of a blade and she was beginning to make use of it's features because of how fast she was getting, attempting to trap his sword in her hollowed out blade.
His own Zanpakutō had a chain that he once used to tie up that bastard Gin, but if he tries such a trick with her he'd probably come off worse for it.
And worst of all...she's ambidextrous.
No telling what tricks she could pull off with that but they would be fatal ones, and without either the Hierro or Regeneration than an Arrancar could have he wasn't going to court those.
"Hm!" His eyes widened as she began to press against him, having the advantage as she was directly above him, this was the worst possible blade lock that could happen as-
She used Sonido to send him crashing into the tarmac, cratering the ground, as expected. "Ola Azul!" She drew her sword back and ran her other hand over it, enveloping her entire sword in her yellow Spirit Energy. It was obviously an attack.
This couldn't continue, her power was rising where his was not and it was going to get him killed, yes, he'd have to release. She put him in this perilous position because of how fast she had gotten, he would have to put her down before she got any stronger.
"Bankai! Daiguren Hyōrinmaru!" She fired her Ola Azul, but now that he released he was fast enough to get out of the way, the yellow bolt of energy slipping past him and carving through the earth. He flew towards her aided by wings of ice as an icy sculpture of a dragon overtook his arm and clashed against her, it was more even now that he released. But even now there was no clear cut path to victory.
"Tch, how dare you! Look at what you made me do!" What? That wasn't her who said that.
On guard he stepped back to have both of his enemies in sight and saw that it was Komamura's opponent, one Emilou Apacci. As for what she was doing she was just firing a Cero, was she really so loathsome of work? He wanted to believe so based off of what he seen before, but he couldn't so easily ignore a threat like this, quickly surveying his surroundings he saw something that made his heart sink. In her path was Yumichika and Ikkaku's cadaver.
Though initially heartbroken he quickly became angry, he clearly had no choice but to block her Cero, he struck and sent forth a dragon of ice to break against her Cero.
"It seems you can't help yourself can you? You'll kill anyone for a perceived slight, even now you're still assaulting Ikkaku and Yumichika. Leave the dead alone!" He gave a fierce glare and tightened the grip on his sword.
"What are you gonna do Captain kid?! I'm gonna stake you with your own ribcage for what you've done!" She charged at him.
"You're a wild animal." She rammed into him without a second thought her antlers clashing against his sword as she went to punch him in the stomach, he was bringing a wing to guard his stomach but her antlers warded them off.
To her it must have felt off when she hit him, but she ignored it when her superior appeared behind me and struck me down. My shocked face pleased her immensely, making her grin as I fell to the ground. "That's what you get you little shit! I'm gonna beat your damn friends with your corpse for wasting her time!"
The clear aqua eyes of his opponent held her subordinate in place. "There's no need for such remarks or actions Apacci-"
"Ryūsenka!" He appeared behind her and stabbed her in the back, encasing both in a giant cross shaped hunk of ice. "Yes indeed, your vulgar comments have robbed your leader of her attention. Sennen Hyōrō!" He leaped back and twisted his sword, causing numerous skyscraping pillars of ice to rise and close in on them, ultimately merging into one giant block of ice. "It's just like Komamura said, you shouldn't let you care dishonour your colleague."
He stared at his own sculpture, his thoughts a bit of a mess.
"You silly little bastard." The ice exploded into thousands of pieces, ivory antlers jutting upwards proudly. "Was that your best? Because you playing possum would have been much better!"
Tōshiro was unable to respond, too stunned by his enemies having essentially laughed off a glacier both taller and thicker than a great many monuments.
"Indeed, you had your chance and failed to even contain us, it's hard to believe that you're a Captain, all range and no strength." Tier's words made him tighten the grip on his sword. She looked past him, down to the ground towards the shattered remains of Tōshiro Hitsugaya. "Some sort of ice clone." She sounded bored, or perhaps condescending as she noted that down.
"Yes, and I can only use such a trick once, but we're far more powerful than you think we are."
"What a worthless threat." She turned to her horned friend. "So you want to handle him Apacci?"
"Yeah! I hate to say it but I think you may have to save those two, just let me pound this brats face in." She gave a cocky smirk.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do whatever you want while you're here." His mind raced to find a solution as he spoke. "You're going to have to get through me." Sadly he couldn't think of anything, this was going to be his most grueling fight yet, perhaps ever, he had wanted to pace himself too since there were more enemies than these two, Gin and Aizen coming to mind.
Emilou was silent for a moment before growling and grinding her teeth together. "I'm going to enjoy killing you, you little retard!" She charged once again, but true to his words he was focused on making sure neither of his opponents were going anywhere. Flashtepping out of her way he closed in on Harribel and closed the gap with an overhead, deflecting his strike she slammed the hilt of her sword into the ice dragon covering his arm but failed to crack it.
Emilou came back from behind and tried to gore him, evading at the last second he hoped she'd end up hurting Harribel, but she wheeled around without a problem.
He wasn't slipping past her eyes it seemed.
"Ola Azul!"
"Ryūsenka!" Stabbing the projectile that came from his left he stared as Emilou charged at him too quickly to dodge or get his guard back, he defaulted to one handed Kidō before he knew what he was doing and desperately wracked his mind for a spell. "Bakudō Seventy Nine! Kuyō Shibari!" He pushed out his free arm and exposed his wrist as he cast it.
Nine pitch black miniture suns appeared around the charging Espada, slowing her down until the last one appeared in her chest, stopping her completely.
Unfortunately it wouldn't hold her off long enough for a killing blow, a consequence of casting without the incantation.
But even then he wasn't given a moment to breath as the other Espada appeared behind him, her sword angled for the back of his neck, moving his wings of ice upwards to block the attack he felt her cut through them. Bringing his tail up and over he put it in the hollowed out part of her blade in the hopes to stop it, but she cut through even that. There was just one more trick he had up his sleeves. Kuyō Shibari would take too long now, and Kidō lower than that would probably fail miserably. It would have to be a feat of strength that he was almost guaranteed to lose.
Her eyes widened as her blade stopped, but when she looked closer she could see a chain cover it's edge, the chain ending in a useless quarter-moon decoration and starting from the hilt of his sword.
"How desperate." Her eyes began to close at his sad tactic. "You don't even have both your arms on your Zanpakutō and yet you would do this?" She huffed as she pointed her blade towards his back. "I could have beaten you as a Vasto Lorde. Cero."
He couldn't see it but he felt the chain evaporate as she fired it, seemingly from her Zanpakutō. He flew forward on instinct before turning around to glance at her attack out the corner of his eye, his eye widened when he found out he didn't dodge far enough.
Yellow Energy blasted out her blade and hit him, severing his left arm in two and exposing his now crispy lower ribcage as he tried to dodge one last time. Groaning and screaming in pain he went to nurse his wounds before recoiling as he touched it. He faced his enemies again and saw Emilou break free from her bindings, that act gave him the presence of mind to grab his sword again. Recreating his tail of ice he wrapped it around his falling sword and brought it up again and set to creating a prosthetic arm of ice, gritting his teeth as he did so.
His tail's grip slackened as he saw Harribel leave and move towards the Head Captain.
Transferring his sword back to his arms he braced for Emilou's charge despite wishing to chase after both his opponents. Though a disgraceful thought for a Captain playing possum would put him in the best position to beat them.
As she charged at him with a bloodthirsty grin on her face he leaped above her and noticed her tracking him, as she turned to face him he struck, his tail slamming against her heel before coiling around it, she was initially confused before she leaned back and backhanded his tail off.
The moment that she turned for his tail he turned and dived at her back, sword poised to stab even as the wind aggravated his chest wound.
"Ryūsenka!" Freezing her with ice again didn't prove too effective as her antlers were already sticking out of it, letting her fire Balas down at the ice that trapped her. Freed from her cold prison she gave him a left hook that he dodged under, her other fist went for him so he angled to stab her in the chest in front of that fist.
Perhaps it was the blood loss that made him do something so stupid, her fist punched right through his prosthetic of ice as her other hand came back to grab him by the nape of his neck. Bewildered as to how she broke his arm of ice he looked and found something on her wrist. It seemed to be the remains of her Zanpakutō, and even looked detachable.
That was all he really got to think of as she gored him.
Surprisingly she didn't scream or yell in triumph, just smiled as he rested upon her set of antlers before bringing him down further by jostling her head and pulling him down with her hands.
She lifted him off and brought him down to pierce him in a different set of spots.
Thankfully she was serious when she threatened him and he was dying slowly for it.
She hadn't even pierced any of his organs yet, allowing him to see past his pain and towards potential aid.
Seeing his saviour prepare to shatter his enemy's hip once again he grasped his own sword and brought it down to stab her in the neck. "Ryūsenka..." He muttered.
Freezing the Espada in place he watched Captain Komamura's Bankai break his Ryūsenka along with his enemy.
As Emilou flew off into the distance Komamura caught him. "Captain Hitsugaya! Stay with me now!"
"Komamura...look out."
"Eh?" The werewolf looked around until he spotted it, a Descorrer.
Then they felt the pressure.
The dreadful wounds inflicted by those women flared up in anguish as he found two opponents stronger than both of those women.
The proof?
Komamura clutching at his chest and howling in pain before growling as he went to stand up again.
Strangle To Death, Anaconda!
Light shattered in the throne room of Las Noches as a pale being walked out from a wrinkle in reality.
It had been approximately five minutes or so since he was banished to a different dimension, yet they were still fighting upon the canopy.
Ulquiorra, still in his Segunda Etapa went to end the battle and clear Las Noches of invaders but he began to rethink his actions when he recalled what Sung-Sun did to him.
What exactly did she want? Was she watching out for him? Betraying Lord Aizen?
He had writ her and her friends off due to them following Harribel's will, but was this truly an action that she permitted? If so, then what was the point of it all? Surely with the invasion underway it was too late for any plots or betrayals to be executed, they would find no quarter from the Shinigami, and they were still unlikely to find it if they decided to shelter down with Kisuke Urahara.
But the fact remains that she *couldn't* have done it out of concern for him, she didn't know him, she didn't even talk to him. No, she did it in concern *of* him. Yes, there was nothing to state that the Caja Negación would activate only when he was in his second release, so she meant to trap him the moment he fought the Head Captain, or perhaps even Harribel. Was there something the four of them were hiding? Something that could trigger the Caja Negación with sheer Spirit Energy?
All these questions weren't important assuming his theory was correct.
Did she know about his second release? Did she have one herself? How?
These thoughts weighed heavily on him, he took great care to hide his Segunda Etapa from Lord Aizen, so how could she possibly know? Was her friends, was even Harribel a facade to mask her intelligence?
He didn't know. He had to know.
He felt compelled to go up to the canopy and crush the invaders so as to keep the woman from enemy hands and make one last final report non Ichigo. But it seems that wouldn't be done for a while longer. Reaching out with a black arm he used a Descorrer and rushed through it before stopping as his highly advanced bat ears detected something concerning.
"Iccchiiiigooooooo!" That black haired woman screamed from on top of Las Noches, an impressive achievement since he wasn't hearing the sounds of combat, what he did hear however was the sounds of the building around him cracking apart.
Turning around he saw the impossible visage of the Hollowfied Ichigo, healing from some wounds as he stood right before the Descorrer.
High speed regeneration, just like what he had. He glanced to the ground of the Descorrer, something that wasn't material, to pass through dimensions one needed to create a path with their own Spirit Energy, something he believed Ichigo might not be able to do. Such thoughts were rendered moot when Ichigo began to fire a Cero from between his horns.
Flying backwards and out the exit of the Descorrer towards Karakura Town he dodged at the last second, the red Cero flying towards Karakura Town. Ulquiorra's eyes flew wide as it hit Komamura's Bankai square in the chest, once the dust from the Cero cleared everyone could see it clutching it's chest as it was recovering its form, an extraordinary amount of damage was done, the Bankai had been blackened by the blast. The straps on its armour fraying as the giant fell on a knee.
The display of power made him gasp.
What happened next made his jaw drop and eyes widen.
The blast from the Cero had eviscerated the sphere of fire.
Lord Aizen was free.
Strangle To Death! Anaconda!
She threw herself against him, but for all her muscle she wasn't budging the old man, neither her strength nor her large sword was going to get this old relic out the way.
"You won't win like this." His words made her scowl as she went on the defence, the clashes between the two of them making her muscles burn. "A part of me wonders if that is your aim. If you wish to confirm this then I suggest putting your sword away and confirming my suspicions."
"Get stuffed you stubborn old bastard. Do you really think I'm coward enough for that?" She growled out, reluctant to even talk considering how much focus this fight demanded.
"Your pride and your valour are admirable, but must you always respond with an insult? Your conduct is beginning to get tiring."
"How about you go back to taking orders from Central Fourty Six you tool!" She was sweating just trying to keep the old man in her sights as he occasionally Flashstepped and struck at her. "I'm not going to be listening to someone who takes orders from some worthless nobodies."
"How curious you criticise the laws of this place that has stood for millennia and longer, laws that you're ignorant as to why they were instated. Though I suppose it's amusing that someone who hails from a lawless world of beasts would criticise any form of government." He didn't sound winded fighting her while talking at the same time, it was infuriating.
What made her blood boil was that he was just testing her reactions while she was giving it her all because her Hierro was clearly useless against this old guy.
"Grr!" She gritted her teeth and growled as she blocked his overhead. "Might makes right! Any fool can see you believe that too!"
"Bringing us back to step one, since you're failing perhaps you should release your sword? I don't think your strategy of death by a thousand cuts will work on me, if you continue to scrape the bottom of the barrel for a wound then you will be in such poor condition that I could take your arm the instant you try to release your sword." He stared at her, unamused as he broke their blade lock, the force of the act sending her through the air.
"Tch." She considered him as he stood there, his long white beard waving in the wind along with his Captain uniform. She was too high on adrenaline to focus on small details like clothes, but she must have looked to be in quite a state what with her faintly torn skirt and bra as she heaved for breath, every part of her glistening with sweat.
The biggest takeaway was that Soifon or that bitch Yoruichi could probably blindside her if she couldn't pay attention to the smallest details, but she couldn't afford to worry about an opponent coming out of left field even if it was common here.
He suddenly appeared to her left and went for shoulder but she blocked him in time. "Even with two arms on your sword you could not make me put two on mine."
Nothing made her angrier than that. Her life being invalidated. Her power being meaningless. "I didn't spend a life constantly fighting for the right to exist to be lectured by some old bastard!" She was so angry her Spiritual Pressure rose, now strong enough to give the old guy what for.
She was starting to get lost in the heat of the battle however, she couldn't spare a moment to think of the others against this guy but she shouldn't forget the plan either.
So where the hell were they?! She was fighting to buy time so the least they could do was show up!
With each clash the sweat upon her brow evaporated because of who the Captain Commander was. He was the strongest spiritual being here and had a Zanpakutō that would put all other fire typed powers to shame, his Bankai was rumoured to be capable of melting the Soul Society as a whole after all. And a Zanpakutō was only ever as spectacular as it's wielder. She still was not going to win this battle at this pace.
That pace was thrown out of the window when he grasped his sword and stared her down, his Spiritual Pressure rising. Was this bastard about to release his sword?!
About to release her own in turn she found herself interrupted by a bout of turnabout as a blade emerged from her back. The blade was very familiar. "Bastard."
"Well now that's not very nice." Shunsui's smug voice rang out, one of his Shikai sticking out through her ribcage. "I like this as much as you do, so you don't gotta yell at me, it's just that you were so quick to turn your back from me that I had to get your attention back." He sounded so casual, as if he really was flirting with her.
"How the hell did you do this?" She could see the Head Captain sheathing his sword again and could even see Baraggan, Shunsui's opponent looking around, slightly confused.
"Well if you must know my Zanpakutō has a pretty straightforward power, it lets kid games come to life, and as it turns out stepping on shadows is a game, and it's called Kageoni. The one who gets their shadow stepped on loses."
She was speechless, a little shocked but greatly pissed. Which is why when she scrabbled to clutch his sword he tried to rip it out of her, he already went through this once, best not have a repeat experience. However she did do something else.
"Gran Rey Cero." From the entry wound an Espadas most potent Cero began to form without the aid of her hands. The only thing a Gran Rey Cero required was that the user make it out of their own blood, so mastery of the technique meant that her every wound was a powerful but unstable Cero. This unique way of casting it cauterized the wound however.
Blasting him back she considered flying to back to finish him off. He seemed competent enough to be capable of putting up a last second defence with Kidō or something. She hadn't seen if she sheared his arm off or broke it, didn't feel blood land on her either but she was starting to get a combat high, so her sense of touch wasn't too great.
But considering his capabilities it probably didn't matter. There was honestly no guarantee that he couldn't attack her even if both his arms were broken, but actually killing him would have to take a backseat to defending against the Head Captain.
"Eat Your Fill! Leona!"
Her Resurrección stalled his approach as he took in her new form and power.
The remains of her Hollow Mask manifested in many interesting ways. Her fangs had become sharper and the choker of bone around her neck expanded to cover her whole neck, and parts of it seemed to gain a golden tint. A headpiece covered her forehead that gave her a long lion mane made of golden hair that extended to her backside and gave her an orange cross shaped scar in between her eyes. The choker of bone around her neck expanded to cover her whole neck, and parts of it seemed to gain a golden tint.
And just like Lady Harribel her Resurrección was more skimpy than her original outfit.
Two claws held her breasts high while her lower half made due with an armored thong, and a pair of boots which extend to her upper thigh.
Her formerly large hunk of iron turned into a claymore, one that seemed to be slowly turning into a grand ceremonial piece. In the old Captain's Commander eyes it looked half finished in both details and colouration. Which meant that his opponent had yet to fully mature as a fighter.
And with her Resurrección having kept him at bay her reinforcements finally came as Her Majesty appeared.
Franceska gave a mean smile and rushed him, giving no chance for dialogue. The fight went far smoother this time, but he still wasn't budging, I mean, that was because Harribel wasn't taking him seriously but if she did then he'd be dead!
She groaned aloud however at having seen Emilou get smacked down by a dog. "To think all she took down was that brat."
"That so called brat is a Captain of the Soul Society and will not be disrespected." Her opponent firmly warned her. "Now I think it's about time I get serious, this may not be how I wanted our offense to go but needs must." In the same instant he went to release his sword they all looked back to where Komamura punted Emilou off into the distance.
They all noticed Cyan Sung-Sun blasting out of a storehouse and rescuing Emilou, but they didn't care for that, not even the Head Captain despite Cyan approaching them.
They all ignored that in favour of two out of this world opponents.
The Captain Commander gripped his sword hard enough to obliterate an Arrancars skull as he felt the vast pressures of his new enemies. His grip tightened even further when Komamura was assaulted, his Bankai brought to it's knees in just one blow, and a regular Cero at that.
There were many more effects than that, but it was hard to pinpoint which ones were the most important.
Aizen's fiery seal was blown away by the sheer force of the attack, but on the other hand...everyone recognised the orange hair of the Hollow that just walked through here.
You couldn't even sense the young man's Spirit under that vile Hollow presence, but it was definitely him. No one else but the Substitute Soul Reaper, Ichigo Kurosaki had that hair.
Wide eyes and gasps along with Aizen and Gin's smiles were what greeted the now vile Kurosaki, and standing opposite him was a menacing dark winged figure that seemed to be an Espada in it's second Resurrección considering it's looks and it's powers.
The Captain Commander threw off his cloak, revealing a horribly scarred and muscled body as he drew his sword and went to fight.
"Don't bother." Harribel said. "Just focus on those two, Ulquiorra and..." She glanced at the orange haired Vasto Lorde in disbelief, unable to believe it was Ichigo Kurosaki.
"Quite presumptuous for you to give orders to me, perhaps even more so to attack the man who ruled you all through his might."
The women all levied him an offended glance. "This old piece of shit is going to be collateral I swear! You better have written your will old man cuz you're about to die!" Emilou shouted from her friend's grasp.
"You certainly can't threaten me, and I certainly doubt that you could threaten the traitor Captains either."
"Hmph, this is the problem working with fossils like him. Listen closely because I'm only going to say this once! Stay out of our way or die old man." Rose said before turning to Harribel. "Relax, Your Majesty, this will all be over in just a moment."
Tier gazed back at her, assessing. "Alright. I'll trust you to handle him."
"My oh my...you hate to see it happen."
They all turned around only to find a group of strangers.
"Shinji Hirako, Kensei Muguruma, Love Aikawa and Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi...Kisuke Urahara was lending you shelter all this time if you got into this creation of his, I take it that means you're an ally?" The Captain Commander asked of the blonde haired Shinji. "Four former Captains and a group of Lieutenants will be a good addition to this fight."
"Something like that yeah." Shinji's otherwise smug voice sounded forlorn as he looked at the demented remains of Ichigo. "I wouldn't agree any other day but the hotheaded chicks here are probably right. Normally we'd go straight for Aizen for sliding a knife in between our ribs, but how you do something is more important than what you do, so we'll head on over to Ichigo first. Would be a shame to let him be disgraced a moment longer. As for this Ulquiorra guy Soifon and Hachigen over here are free to help you handle him." Shinji took his hat off and spun it around on his finger. "What'dya say old man? You don't have to know him like they do to know he's serious business."
"It seems your years in the Human World has eroded your respect, former Captain, I may just rectify that after we're done here." The Head Captain drew his Zanpakutō. "All of you had best get to your stations now if you don't want to perish."
The Visored looked freaked out and began to run over to Ulquiorra and Ichigo.
"Hmph. At least Aizen's failed test subjects know where they're not wanted." Rose and her cohorts didn't move at all however despite the Head Captain's impending release and instead turned to face Aizen who calmly and curiously gazed between them and Ulquiorra and Ichigo, She sneered at him. "Alright girls! Let's give him something else to look at." She put her sword against her left arm and prepared to cut it off as Sung-Sun did the same along with Emilou.
"Quimera Parca."
The Captain Commander's eyes widened a little in confusion as they cut their arms off, but then the amputated limbs began to circle each other in midair, a trail of blood forming in an abnormal way. A steady trail of blood flowed from the stumps into where those arms were hovering, creating a womb of blood as the three arms finally merged.
Cracking noises were heard as a large, dark sinister shape began to form. Emerging from it's bloody baptism was an unearthly, unholy monster.
A dreadful groan emerged as a horrid weight settled upon the Soul Society.
The cement exploded as it touched down, and yet it's horns scraped the sky. It towered over Komamura's Bankai, it's Hollow Mask was that of a moose with it's antlers being a menacing row of obelisks covered in nettles made of bone. Every part of this thing was a weapon, it's fur was dotted with what seemed to be spikes of bone, as if it was an old and legendary monster. Indeed it was, it was the chimera, with a large and sweeping snake for a tail that encircled an apartment before crushing it.
With cloven hoofs for feet it's legs were as hard as the antlers upon it's head, it's nails too were just as hard and were in the shape of a lion's claws, with hands strong enough that a casual brush of it's fingers were able to bend the metal rails and the rebar of the Living World.
But it barely needed those things.
Cracks began to form in the foundation of the houses, glass broke and bricks were blasted with each heartbeat from the monster. The roof of the Tenkai Kecchu, the four pillars that substituted the Real Karakura with the Fake Karakura, was pierced as well by it's unholy antlers.
Such was the Spiritual Pressure from the beast.
Tōshiro, though still resting flew into a frenzy when the beast had come out, for he knew something the others had forgotten. "MOMO!" He was at her side in an instant, cradling her as the others seemed to watch her have a heart attack. He looked to the side, though he was reluctant to he had a feeling her reaction wasn't unique, and indeed it wasn't. Devastation flooded his body as Rangiku Matsumoto, his own Lieutenant seemed to be suffocating and blacking out under the monsters power. Tōshiro was about to cover them with his own Spirit Energy to stop their pain when the Head Captain did it for him.
"All Things in the Universe, Turn to Ashes!" The Head Captain finally released his sword, entering its Shikai, sending flames everywhere as he regarded his enemies. His power washing over his weaker subordinates and blocking out the foul power of Quimera Parca.
Quimera Parca craned it's neck in agitation at the heat, but disregarded him as an enemy, staring only at Aizen through its hollow eye sockets.
Strangle To Death! Anaconda!
Post script.
I'm sorry I took so long for just 6000 words or something, it's a pretty paltry amount for the time, so going forth I'm going to put a disclaimer on all my stories. That I won't write in the summer. I've cut some parts out of this chapter and put it in the next one, you'll also be getting more details on Ayon by the next chapter, and yes, Emilou needs a replacement hip again. Tōsen still got destroyed by Komamura so I feel it's accurate.
I'm just hoping the Mila bit was fun for people to read through. I also platimumed Sekiro, I didn't even realize NG did anything till NG4, thank God I left Shura for last. I spent a lot of time reading and playing rather than thinking about this story, actually, but flaggelating myself over it is fun for no one.
As for the Visored I have no regrets, they're Canon Bounts to me, the show gave them such a cool entrance but they're total nobodies, it really does show that they are failed experiments to create an Arrancar.
Last update to story was 5-04. This chapter was finished and uploaded on 7-26, a little later than normal. In my personal headcanon Bakudō Seventy Nine doesn't miss.
Review time.
Kingpin Luminaria! Thanks man, this was an oddly uplifting review. For Yamamoto it's a mix of emotion and pragmatism, I'm also quite glad you like Soifon and Cyan, I want that same dynamic with Momo because they share the same VA, but frankly I'm not sure if I should even write her in. I think I should overlook her, no matter how slimy I might feel in doing so.
Shinigami132! Thank you Mr. Man.
Kaliedo! Thank you too Mister Man.
Wingofpain! Yeah, I screwed up the encounter in Karakura I think, but it's been so long since I edited the chapter than deleted it, the original chapter I wrote was on an old phone. Sorry about that, I've been in your boots a few times myself. Apologies.