The two combatant charge each other, sword in hand and ready to bathe them in blood.

Sakura and Grimmjow clash, locking blade with each other. "Think you're hot shit huh? Taking on the Sexta Espada? Well forget it! You may have a hollow hole in your chest but you're still a pathetic hu-AHH!"

Sakura stopped his babbling with swift punch to the face. "It's cute you think trash talking can get under my skin. Aren't you delightful" she says playfully, mocking him.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Can't believe Grimmjow is being pushed around by a damn woman! This is great!" The eighth Espada laughed. Harribel rolled her eyes at him, having already being used to his misogynistic tendencies. He stops laughing when he see Sakura staring at him before turning her attention back to Grimmjow, much to Nnoitra's annoyance.

Grimmjow recovers from the hit and starts attacking with his blade. Sakura deflects his attacks with her own, causing sparks to fly between them as their steel clashes against one another. Sakura however was being pushed back so, in order to end Grimmjow's myriad of attacks, sweeps him off his feet and onto his back. She attempts to attack while he's down but the sexta rolls out of the way before jumping back on his feet and kicking Sakura at the side of her head, making her snap her head in the direction of the kick.

Grimmjow then goes for an overhead chop at Sakura's head but she blocks it before pushing him back. She sonidos behind him to strike but Grimmjow anticipates this.

"Not this time!"

He swings at her but she sonidos again and again. Though she has yet to master her new abilities, Sakura used Sonido well for a beginner, being able to sonido multiple times, leaving after-images of herself.

She stops at Grimmjow's left side before starting her attack. Grimmjows defends against her but she attacks with such ferocity that his arms shake after every swing of her blade. Just when he attempts to counter-attack...

She kicks him in the balls. Hard.

He is sent to his knees, grasping his family jewels before Sakura sends him back into the large block with a kick to the head. She perches her sword on her shoulder and shakes her head disappointingly. "You should of been defending better. You never know when your enemy will pull a dirty trick like I just did" she chastised to him like a teacher would do to her students.

With the Espada, Yammy was laughing his ass off while Nnoitra was on the ground, pounding his fist and dying of laugher. Baraggan was chuckling while Ulquiorra stood there, expressionless as ever. The rest of the Espada just winced when they saw Grimmjow suffer the low blow.

With the ex-captains, Gin was laughing as hard as Yammy while Aizen and Tosen chuckled at Grimmjow's injury.

Grimmjow was in his newly-made hole seething with rage. His anger overshadowing his thrill for battle and he saw red as he stared daggers at the woman who made him a laughing stock. He pulls out of his hole and holds his zanpakuto out.

"Grind: Pantera!"

The blade glows blue and then rakes his other hand on the blade in a swift motion. A torrent of spiritual energy surround him, sending gusts of wind in the area.

"What is happening?" Sakura thinks out-loud.

"A resurreccion" Aizen answers above on his throne. "An arrancar's zanpakuto or their swords holds their true power and abilities. When they release their swords, they release their true powers and true forms!"

The gust of wind dissipates, revealing the now transformed Grimmjow. His clothes change in the form of a form-fitting white armor with blades protruding from his forearms and calves. His hands and feet become black and cat-like along with his ears. His hollow mask fragment is lost, a crown-like headgear replacing it. His short hair becomes long and flowing and the marking around his eyes extend out to his ears.

He stares out at Sakura, ready to kill. Before she could react, Grimmjow moves in the blink of an eye in front of her and sends a clawed hand to her throat, trying to stab through. She block but with much difficulty.

"What's wrong? Scared?" he taunts her, trying to instill fear in her. To his surprise, she puts her face closer to his and although he couldn't see her face, he felt like she was smiling.

"No. Because you have shown me that there is another level of power I can reach"

Grimmjow grits his teeth in anger. "You ain't reaching shit when you're dead!" he exclaims before striking her again. He doesn't use all his strength however, as in doing so would kill her immediately. He wants to toy with her first before snuffing her out.

Sakura defends to the best of her abilities against the transformed Grimmjow but his strikes were faster than before with a strength she thought was gonna break her sword. It kept her pinned where she was with barely enough time to use her sonido. She wasn't scared though. She was currently witnessing a display of power she will reach. Hell, probably exceed.

Her defense lasted long but it all crumbled down the moment Grimmjow sent a kick she couldn't block. It hit her side and sent her flying into one of the spires by the wall. Grimmjow did not stop there however as he then rushed to her to pull her out of the wall crater by her neck only to slam her body down into the floor multiple times before Aizen stopped him with his spiritual pressure.

"That is enough Grimmjow" he said. Grimmjow, after a few seconds, lets go of Sakura's almost limp body. He looks down at her beaten form and scoffs.

"Thought you can take on the best? Don't make me laugh"

"I wouldn't speak so soon Grimmjow" Aizen said, walking up to them.

Grimmjow looks to his leader annoyed. "Why the hell not? I beat her! She's nothing!"

"That you did. There is no argument there. However," Aizen then gestured to Grimmjow's body. "look at the form you are in"

Grimmjow did just that and saw nothing to note. No bruises, no cuts. Just his ressureccion form.

His eyes then widen to that of saucers. He was in his released state. He then looked down at Sakura. This bitch made him go into his released state.

Aizen saw that Grimmjow saw the same revelation and smirks. "She is a very gifted warrior if she is able to force you to get serious, if only for a little bit. Just imagine what she will be like when she achieves her ressureccion form" he mused.

Grimmjow meanwhile revered back to his unreleased state, gritting his teeth together in anger. He too thought about her in her released form. If she was able to make him go full on, did it mean she was stronger than him? Her? A mere human who has only been an arrancar for less than an hour!?

"I'm gonna take a nap" he said angrily, leaving the throne room while avoiding the judging eyes of his fellow Espada.

"Well that must of hit him hard" Starrk says bluntly.

"His pride will recover. Slowly but recovered still" Baraggan then said.

Nnoitra was silent however as he stared down at Sakura and gritted his teeth in anger at what Aizen was implying. That this human woman was strong. Like hell that is the case!

He then storms off, wanting to vent some steam by killing lesser hollows.

"Harribel," the woman whose name was called stood at attention. "Take Sakura to the medical bay. Afterwards give her a few change of clothes" he directed. The blonde woman nodded and hauled Sakura over her shoulder before heading out to give the girl medical attention.

"Considering what we just saw, are we going to give Sakura a place in the Espada?" asked the still smiling Gin.

"That is yet to be seen. We will discuss that after she is treated and acquainted here"

Gin and Tosen nod before leaving, along with the Espada, to their own duties or whatever they wished.

Elsewhere...

Sakura could barely move. Her body was battered. Yet she was still happy.

She was happy at becoming stronger. Back home, she feared she reached her maximum level. That she became so strong, no one would challenge her. So strong that they can't challenge her. Yet now, in this new world, she can face a whole plethora of new opponents, ones that will test her in the greatest ways possible.

She soon registers that she was moving and sees that she is on someone's shoulder. She looks to see the back of the dark-skinned blonde woman.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks in a hushed, injured voice.

"Help. You are badly beaten" she said. "I must say, I'm impressed. You went up against an Espada within seconds of turning into an arrancar. You should be proud of that"

Sakura chuckles. "I saw a the potential for a good fight in him and I got it. Question: I saw "6" tattooed on his back. I assume he is the sixth strongest Espada?"

Harribel nods. "What is your number then?" Sakura then asks.

"I am Espada number 3. Tier Harribel"

"Well, Harribel, my name is Sakura" she greeted.

"Just Sakura?" Harribel question.

"My last name doesn't matter to me anymore" Sakura replies back.

Harribel nods and makes way to give the woman some much needed rest.

In the world of the living...

Orihime awakes, stretching her body like a cat and exits out of bed. She walks out of her room and sees Arata sitting, his back turned against her and his shoulder slowly rising and falling.

"Arata?" she calls out. He does not stir when his name was called. She walks in front of him only to giggle at the sight. He wasn't awake. He was sleeping sitting up.

He must of been trying to reach his inner world she thought and that it took so much time that he accidentally went to sleep sitting up.

She leaves him be to cook breakfast.

The smell of cooked rice and the sound of pans clanking together rouse Arata awake. He groans, rubbing his head.

'Spent all night soul-searching and yet I couldn't find my 'inner-world'. You aren't making things easy are you?' he thinks, irritated.

Who said I would give you my presence? You need to work for it! Along with my name!

'Do you even know what your name is?'

The voice chuckles.

Yes I do. And like I said, along with Kisuke Urahara, you need to learn it.

Arata took a deep breathe before letting out a very audible sigh.

"Oh, your awake" Orihime said popping her head out the kitchen. "How did your inner-world search go"

Arata sighs. "Fruitless"

Orihime sends a sympathetic smile his way. "Don't feel to bad. Rome wasn't built in a day you know" she said cheerfully.

"Rome?"

Incredibilis!

Arata visibly shivered. "I'm gonna head out" he said.

"Right now? But you haven't eaten anything yet!"

"It's the weekend and I'll eat later" he said lazily.

"Well... aren't you gonna put anything else on?"

"Hm?". He then looked over himself, seeing him in basketball shorts, a white tank top, and sneakers. "I'll be fine"

"Okay," she said wearily. "Just don't get into trouble"

"Yeah, yeah" he said waving his hand at her as he exited the apartment. He walks out in no particular direction, just for the sake of walking around.

He finds himself back in the park he was in days ago, the one he was at before he encountered the dog hollow. He sits at the same bench, watching other people pass him, giving him odd glances before going on their way.

It was actually good he dressed lightly, seeing that it was starting to get hotter. He slumps in his seat, recalling the night, particularly the strange feeling that awoke him.

He felt a chill run down his spine, like a mysterious figure entering the room but you knew they entered. Yet the figure was familiar, like he seen them before. What could have caused it he thought. He was still new to this world. The only people he had deeper connections with were back in Heathmoor, his old dimension.

Yet that didn't make sense either. Other people may have crossed but even if he did, he wouldn't know about it and he wouldn't feel this way. Just who came?

'You feel it too don't you voice?'

Yeah. You think someone else came to this world?

'Even so, we wouldn't know about it if it did. Unless...'

It was someone we know?

'But who? And how?'. He then groans. "All this thinking has got my head spinning".

"Maybe I can help with that" said a playful female voice in front of him. He looks up to see a tall, about 5'7, well-endowed woman with long lime-green hair and clean, blemish-free white skin. She was young, probably 18 or 19 if Arata had to guess. Her eyes were blue and above them were lightning-bolt shaped eyebrows. Her clothing consisted of a green crop-top, showing off her midriff and arms. She wore a white jean short-shorts, giving a full display of her long legs. She also wore a pair of plain white shoes.

She looks at him smiling like a pirate that found her bounty.

"And who are you?" Arata asks, his tone almost rude.

"Damn, is that how you greet everyone that approaches you? You must be a hit with the girls" she joked.

"Answer the question" he said sternly, not in the mood for any crap.

The woman just chuckles. "Relax. I just wanted to ask if you wanted some company seeing that you clearly got some things on your plate"

He waved his hand dismissively at her, telling her to do whatever. She sits next to him and continues smiling at him. He felt the smallest amount of electricity course through him when she sat down but dismissed it as just his imagination

"You still didn't answer my question: who are you?"

The woman turns her body to face him. "Sorry. I guess a stranger wanting to sit next to you is pretty strange huh?"

"I don't care to be honest"

"In any case, the name's Candice. Nice to meet you".