Cirucci Sanderwicci, current #5 Espada, under the reign of Baraggan Louisenbairbe. While not yet empowered by Aizen's Hogyoku, her natural prowess as an Arrancar made her a force to be reckoned with.

Her Zanpakutō, Golondrina, was a sight to behold. It was a whip in her hand, a giant golden disc-like blade attached to the end. A formidable Zanpakutō that covered both melee and long range.

Kazuya never thought his first real opponent would be a woman, much less one with the attitude of a pissed-off alley cat. He saw Mila Rose trembling with fear and flicked her mask. "Kitten, get off your ass and go to Harribel. Tell her not to interfere with the battle."

After honing his racial abilities and Aspect of Death for a month in a training montage worthy of a shounen anime, he felt ready to take on a foe of Cirucci's caliber.

[General Information]

Name — Kazuya Ishihara

Gender — Male

Race — Hollow (Vasto Lorde)

Reiryoku Level — Great Level (Captain-Class)

Alignment — Neutral Evil

Affiliation — None

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Racial Abilities

[Cero: Reiryoku offensive technique

Mastery level - High.]

[Sonido: Movement technique

Mastery level - High.]

[Garganta: Limited Spatial Distortion technique.

Mastery level - Basic.]

Innate Abilities

[Silvery Voice: Your voice can influence people's state of mind. The ability works best in persuading or seducing someone.]

[Oppression (Aspect of Death): The materialization of your Hollow Heart.]

[Crumbling Heart (Hollow): Living beings classified as 'Hollow' receive nourishment and enhancements.]

[Regeneration: Your wounds regenerate automatically. The time required depends on the severity of the wounds.]

Acquired Abilities

[Seduction: The ability to seduce those of the opposite gender.

Mastery level - Intermediate]

[Riding: The ability to ride a mount.

Mastery level - Intermediate]

[Arithmetic: The ability to process arithmetic problems.

Mastery level - Intermediate]

[Provocation: The ability to anger people with your tongue.

Mastery level - Basic]

[Equipment]

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His status reinforced his confidence. Mila Rose didn't share his positive outlook of the situation.

"You'll go up against her alone?! She'll tear you apart!"

"It'll be an honorable death then," he said with a warm smile that crinkled his eyes behind his mask. He reached out and gently patted her head before straightening up to his full height. "Hurry before she targets you."

"No friggin' way. I don't abandon my people. I'll stay and fight."

"Awww. It's so nice of you to finally acknowledge me as your own. But you're dishonoring me now. I said I want a solo fight with her."

Mila Rose stared at him for a long second before she turned around and made a run for Harribel, clearly not buying into his solo fight request. Cirucci glanced at Mila Rose, but he stepped in to hide the lioness from her view.

"Hollow Lady, you have the most punchable face I have seen on a woman. Care to share your secret?"

Cirucci's face twisted. "You lowly lifeform. I'll add five whips to treat your insolence."

She had an unshakeable belief in her strength, so much so that she didn't take Kazuya as an actual threat. Well, Kazuya suppressing his Reiatsu also contributed to her inflated ego. He wasn't about to expose the full extent of his power level to every Tom, Dick, and Harry Hollow.

He had to be deliberate about attracting unwanted attention from some mega powerful Hollow of this era.

He observed the battlefield. Cirucci was seething, but not making any move.

'I'll go first.'

Kazuya wasted no time and activated his Sonído skill in a heartbeat. With a resounding boom, he bridged the gap between them with electrifying speed and unleashed a devastating kick to Cirucci's midsection. The sheer force of the blow propelled her like a comet through the mountainside. A cacophony of crumbling rock and shattering earth erupted as dust and debris rained down.

The air was thick with the haze of destruction, a testament to the raw power that had just been unleashed.

"She is so hard," he muttered, feeling like he kicked a wall of iron. "Arrancars and their bullshit defense. Definitely not envious."

As the dust swirled and danced in the aftermath of the impact, Cirucci's massive disc emerged from the haze. The lethal weapon tore through the air, honing in on Kazuya's skull with a furious velocity. It was a blazingly fast attack, yet it paled in comparison to the ferocious onslaught that Harribel had unleashed during their training sessions.

With a deft twist of his body, Kazuya evaded the golden disc by a hair's breadth, narrowly escaping the jaws of death. As he darted away, her Zanpakutō found a new target in the unsuspecting hillside mere feet from his previous position. The disc collided with the earth, carving a path of destruction as it plowed through the dirt, pulverizing stones and scattering them in its wake. Sod burst forth in every direction, a torrent of shrapnel born from the ferocity of Cirucci's relentless assault.

The landscape trembled, changed by the brutal dance of battle.

'This is her sealed state.'

He could only imagine the destruction Cirucci could cause in her Resurrección state, the technique which allowed Arrancars to access all of their Hollow powers.

Cirucci emerged from the dissipating dust cloud, holding her whip as the disc spun endlessly. "Do you not know that Hierro hardens an Arrancar's skin? Give it your all if you want to hurt me physically."

As an Adjuchas Arrancar, her base Reiatsu was some levels below a Vasto Lorde. Her Hierro still allowed her to defend his physical attack.

"I do love a woman who can take punishment. Hey, how about you and I… What do Hollows say when they want to court a woman? Care to show me the ropes as the older, more experienced one?"

Cirucci's face turned red. "The hell is wrong with you? I'd never court an asshole like you!"

"Bummer."

Cirucci pounced at Kazuya like a ravenous predator. With a swift and ferocious swing of her whip, she commanded the golden disc to swivel towards him, the spinning blade hungry to cleave him in half.

Yet Kazuya vaulted over the lethal whirlwind of steel, evading its deadly embrace. In a blink, he employed his Sonído skill once more, flashing away to another mountain in the distance.

His Sonido was extremely polished, so much so that Cirucci was having a hard time catching him with her Zanpakutō. This speed enhancement ability, however, had a steep cost in Reiryoku. As a gifted Vasto Lorde, he had all the Reiryoku in the world to run circles around the goth Arrancar for a day or two.

He wasn't looking to just run, though. He wanted to defeat her with his own hands. To prove that Harribel's training bore a fruit sweeter than honey.

Cirucci, hot on his heels, swung her whip in an enormous arc. He leaped over the trajectory and dodged the follow-up attacks like a specter.

"Well, enough running around."

Cirucci made a twisted face. "I should be saying that. Stop and face your punishment, hooligan."

His flashy maneuvers gave her whip a hard time.

Kazuya flashed a wicked smile and his knuckles sparked with a gentle blue light. "You asked for it, woman. Don't cry now."

"What is that?" Cirucci asked, narrowing her eyes. "It looks like Reiatsu but it's more than that…. Is that your special ability?"

All Hollows had a guaranteed chance of developing a special ability once they became Arrancar. An ability based upon their soul. They could use their ability at the Vasto Lorde stage, albeit to a limited degree. However, Arrancars could fully unleash their ability in their Resurrección state.

"Maybe."

"Cocky, eh? I'll obliterate all your resistance and tame you… before gifting you to our leader."

She had cut down countless of her kind to reach her current position in Barragan's army. She could tell the battle would take too long in her current form.

She chose to use her trump card.

"Rip off… Golondrina!"

Cirucci erupted with a blast of pink Reiatsu. Her Resurrección form materialized, changing her into an immense white swallow-like figure. A large beak-like headpiece covered her forehead, a long feathery growing mane growing from it. She also grew two pairs of wings; one composed of five slender metallic discs on each side and the other with normal feathers.

She went from a normal-looking woman to a winged-predator at a moment's notice.

(A/N: Yeaaaah it's a nightmare to describe her Release Form. I just added her image.)

Grinning, she flashed her enormous yet thin claw. "Are you ready to be sliced apart, pitiful guy?"

"This form just eased my guilty conscience about beating a beautiful woman."

Just as Cirucci lunged at him, a figure flickered in her path, interrupting the battle before it started.

An imposing figure, stood tall and well-built with an air of sinister playfulness. His black hair styled to resemble two demonic horns and the remnants of his Hollow mask were a stark white plate adorning his forehead.

"Dun dana dana dat dat ta." The intruder pointed at Cirucci with a dramatic pose. "Hey, old friend. Fancy running into you here… in the middle of nowhere."

Lied as naturally as a chameleon changing colors. He had been stalking Cirucci ever since she left their base.

Neither Kazuya nor Cirucci looked all too happy about the new guest. He was, after all, another one of Espada. An Arrancar even stronger than Cirucci.

She growled at her 'co-worker', like a beast prepared to devour another. "Fuck off, Dordoni. I told you to stay behind."

She had vehemently refused to accept help from another Espada to experience a stimulus to her inner heart. She believed she could crush Harribel and Kazuya single-handedly and deliver them to Las Noches on her own.

"Using the released form against a young fawn is unbefitting of our status." Dordoni Alessandro Del Socaccio crossed his arms with a somewhat solemn expression. There was no reason for him to obey Cirucci, who was below him in both Espada rankings and power. "We came here to escort this Niño to our king, not kill him."

The young fawn in question was undoubtedly the Vasto Lorde rearing to throw down with Cirucci.

Kazuya put out his innate ability and sighed. "Cirucci is right, Niño. Stay out of her business. Let me kick her ass."

Dordoni's eyes widened. "You said Niño as one should. Incredible, Niño."

"...Move or I'll have to kill you both."

Kazuya's eyes glowed with the ferocity of a beast. He despised two types of people the most — those who butted in other's business for no reason and those who projected their beliefs upon others, expecting them to do what's right in their eyes.

Dordoni belonged to the former category, albeit to a less annoying degree.

The unfazed Arrancar laughed. "Go ahead then, Niño. Have your wish. I'll not save you if she kills you."

Dordoni didn't wait for an answer and flickered to a hill in the distance with his Sonído, taking the role of an observer over a participant. Cirucci would answer to Baraggan should any Vasto Lorde die here. It wouldn't be his responsibility. A win win for him since he despised meeting Baraggan.

"Nobody is killing my people," a cold voice echoed as Harribel appeared in front of Kazuya, as his guardian. Her Reiatsu swelled to the very limits of a Vasto Lorde, as if provoking Cirucci to lay her hands on Kazuya. "I. Dare. You."

Cirucci's rage simmered and swelled like a tempest. Consumed by fury, she roared and launched all ten blade wings at Harribel. The spiritual particles vibrated at extreme speeds around the edges of her blade wings, enough to bisect a Vasto Lorde in half with ease.

Kazuya felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "Move!"

Harribel, steeling herself for the onslaught, straightened her sword arm, ready to deflect the blades head-on. Her intention was driven not by pride, but by the fierce determination to protect Kazuya from harm.

Without another thought, Kazuya seized Harribel and employed his Sonído skill to whisk them out of the path of Cirucci's ferocious assault.

"Are you stupid?" he admonished, pushing her shoulder. "You almost died. What are you even thinking?"

He noticed her momentary distraction, her gaze lingering not on his face, but on his arm.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The chilling sound drew his attention, and he flinched. Blood flowed in crimson waves, staining the pristine white sands of Hueco Mundo like paint on an artist's canvas. Harribel came out unscathed from their encounter with Cirucci's Resurrección form but he wasn't so lucky.