"Excuse me, sir!" One of the Shinigami specially used for quickly delivering messages around the Seireitei dropped to his knees before Yamamoto. "I have an urgent message from the Twelfth Division! They detected Arrancar activity in the East part of the Karakuchi District. There are two of them. Judging from the power and stability of their reitsu, it is safe to assume that these two are completed Arrancar. Kurosaki Ichigo is on the move. However, both Inoue Orihime and Yasutora Sado have reached the area."

"I see. Sasakibe," Yamamoto fished in his kosode. "Give this to Abarai Renji. You may go to Hayashi Mizuki and inform her she is to accompany Abarai Renji and his team."

"Hai!"

"So...Which room is it?"

"No idea."

"What? Didn't you bring your note with you when you left?"

"Ah...I lost it~!"

"Lost it?! What's wrong with you!?"

"Stop arguing! We can just pick up on their reitsu!"

"All of you are being way too loud. We could just stop at the office, you know. I have to go there anyway."

"Office?"

"Where the bitch in the suit was sitting? She'll give us all new note-things."

"Oh. Right. Reitsu it is."

"It's the first time I've been in this thing. I still can't control my reitsu."

"Please excuse his stupidity."

"I'm not stupid! By the way, how can you act so natural with that thing?! I mean, this shirt is so tight and restrictive."

"Then just pull it out like the rest of us."

"Idiot! If I do that, then I can't wear the wooden sword on my belt. It's all because you said we couldn't bring real swords! That's why I'm making do with a wooden one."

"That was not our idea. It's the law."

"So why can't we carry real swords! It's a crappy law!"

"Shut up, all of you!"

"Don't draw attention to yourselves. Just walk along quietly."

"'Kay."

"'Kay."

"We're here! This is it! I'm opening! Hey. How's it going, Ichigo?"

"Re-Renji! Ikkaku! Yumichika! Rangiku-san!" Ichigo bolted from his chair, toppling it over. "TOSHIRO?"

"That's Hitsugaya-taicho to you." The short taicho snapped, arms crossed.

"What are you guys doing here?!"

"It's an order." Renji shrugged. "They said that to prepare for a direct confrontation with the Arrancar, we were to go to the Human World and meet up with the acting Shinigami group."

"What's that Arran-something thing?" Ichigo looked confused.

"What!? You don't even know who they were and you started fighting?!" The redhead's jaw dropped.

"Dimwit! They're the ones that kicked your ass the other day." Ichigo turned.

"Rukia..."

"Long time no see, Ichigo."

Mizuki watched Isshin and Yuzu, whom she had been introduced to not long ago, press glasses up against Ichigo's door. She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed.

"What...?" Karin made her way upstairs. "I was wondering why there was nobody downstairs. What are you two doing?"

"Shhh!" Yuzu hissed. "Big news! Onii-san brought a girl home with him!"

"He brought home girls all the time in middle school. Like Tatsuki."

"This one is a lot different than Tatsuki! She's a lot more...girly than Tatsuki!"

"But after Tatsuki started high school, her body got a lot more feminine too."

"Really!?" Isshin spun around to look at his daughter only to get a fist to the head from the amused greenette.

"Don't get any ideas, you creepy old man."

"Zuki-chan, that hurt!" Isshin clutched his head and whined.

"It was supposed to."

"Anyways, I won't be impressed until he brings someone home someone of Orihime's level."

"Ah! Karin-chan, you're so-!" Yuzu was cut off by Ichigo's door slamming open.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" The ginger roared.

"See you made him mad!" Karin snorted.

"Sorry~!" Yuzu scrambled down the stairs.

"Damn it...This is not a show for noisy bystanders."

"Great. Let me in." Mizuki grabbed Ichigo's head, making him stumble and lose his balance. Ichigo shut the door behind her and turned to yell.

"Looks like your family is as happy as ever!" Rukia swung her feet against the bed as Mizuki sprawled across it.

"Tch." He finally realized what Mizuki was doing. "GET OFF MY BED!"

"Make me." She taunted, sticking out her tongue. Rukia shifted out of the way as Ichigo went for Mizuki's arm to haul her off.

She grabbed his wrist and managed to pin him under her, one leg wrapped around his torso and the other around his neck.

"Get off me!"

"No. Now I'm comfortable."

Rukia snickered.

"What are these Arrancar?" Ichigo finally gave up trying to get out from under Mizuki, and had yet to ask what the hell she was doing in his house in the first place.

"Wait a minute, let us do the explaining." Ichigo's ceiling light moved and Yumichika, Ikkaku, Renji and Rangiku appeared, dropping into the room.

"How did you get in here!? And what did you do to my ceiling light!?" Ichigo pointed an accusing finger at Renji.

"We tried to change the lightbulb~!" Rangiku grinned, amused about Ichigo's predicament. Kon suddenly launched off the floor, plushy arms outstretched.

"That must be the infamous weapon called uniform! Am I right, Onee-san!?"

Rangiku punched him away with a smile.

"Is this some kind of trend in your world?" Ikkaku glanced over his shoulder as he sat, nodding to Mizuki.

"No. Just him." Ichigo snorted and looked at Mizuki. "Can you please get off now?"

"Manners can get you many places, Ichi." She pat his head and lifted her legs, jeans tight around her thighs. "And now what do you say?"

"Thank you."

"Thank you...?"

"Thank you, Hayashi-san."

"Good boy."

"Rangiku, pass me that sketch pad and packet of markers behind you please." Rukia pointed to the desk. The blond nodded and handed it over. "Thank you."

"So Arrancar," Renji began as Rukia quickly sketched out what they were trying to say.

"Not more of your crappy drawings."

"My drawings aren't crappy! Don't make me draw another moustache on you!" Rukia yelled.

"Yeah. They're not crappy..." Ikkaku snickered. "They're unique."

"As I was saying." Renji snapped as he sat himself beside Rukia. "Arrancar are Hollows who acquired both Hollow and Shinigami powers by removing their masks. There has always been a small number of incomplete ones, but after Aizen brought the Hougyoku to them, they were able to completely transform into Arrancar. Those two were the ones that you saw. With me so far?"

"Yeah. I get it." Ichigo nodded. "Although it would have been easier to understand without the doodles."

Rukia threw the sketch book at his head.

"The original plan was to stay put and keep watch until Aizen attacks Soul Society, since we're still recovering from the absence of two taicho."

"Weren't there three that left?" Ichigo frowned.

"However," Renji ignored him. "The fully transformed Arrancar appeared earlier than expected. They've already entered the Human World, so there was no way we could've just sat back as originally planned. Therefore, we were chosen to come here. Since Central Forty-Six has been wiped out, Yamamoto-Sui-Taicho is making all the decisions until all forty-six replacements are found. In any case, Rukia was chosen because she knew you best."

"No! I was chosen for my abilities!"

"Among the capable combatants available, I was closest to Rukia, so I was chosen to go along as well. Then, because Sui-Taicho said I could pick one non-taicho that I trusted the most, I asked Ikkaku-san to come along. Then Yumichika-san said 'I'm definitely going too!' , then passing by and hearing about this, Rangiku-san thought it was interesting and wanted to come too. She said she was coming no matter what, so I had no choice but to ask Hitsugaya-taicho to lead the group, and that's how we ended up here."

"What's Hayashi-san doing here then?"

"Eh? Oh right. She's here-"

"I'm babysitting them." Mizuki snorted.

"We're not babies."

"No? Oh, then I'm Shinigami sitting. Either way you're being watched." She pointed two fingers at her eyes and then at Renji who sighed and swatted her shoulder.

"That almost sounds like going on a picnic!" Ichigo grumbled.

"The important thing," The window slid open and Toshiro appeared. "That Aizen is interested in you, Kurosaki Ichigo."

"Ah! It's Hitsugaya-taicho~!" Rangiku chirped. "He's the one who wouldn't cooperate and refused to go through the ceiling with us."

"Have you been waiting outside for us to open the window? That's not good." Renji shook his head. "A silver-haired elementary school kid would turn a lot of heads."

"You're all dead meat when we get back to Soul Society." Toshiro snarled, glaring harshly and then sighed. "Arrancar are indeed the result of Hollows removing their masks. However, an average Hollow removing their mask wouldn't be any problem for us. If they really want to start a war against Soul Society, the ones removing their masks would need to be Menos or stronger."

"Menos...or stronger? You're talking like there are Hollows stronger than Menos."

"Yes." Hitsugaya nodded, moving his legs from the window sill to the bed.

"No." Mizuki corrected. "There are actually three classes of Menos. The first is Gillian. They're the weakest of all Menos. In human terms, they would be foot soldiers. There are many of them and they all look alike."

"In Soul Society, these are the Menos generally referred to as Textbooks. The Menos that you fought off before entering the Soul Society was a Gillian." Toshiro sighed.

"That things was...a foot soldier?" Ichigo muttered, eyes wide.

"Gillians are slow, and really kind of stupid." Mizuki shrugged, leaning against the wall beside Toshiro. "A taicho could kill one no problem at all."

"The real problem is with the other two." The silver-haired male nodded.

"The second type is Adjucas." Mizuki continued her explanation. "They are way smaller than Gillian and there's less of them, but they're a heck of a lot smarter and stronger than any Gillian. They lead the Gillian into battle sometimes. The third type is Vasto Lorde, the highest level Menos. They're about the same size as humans. They're really rare, so there aren't many of them. It's said that you can count the their entire number in Heuco Mundo with only the fingers on one hand."

"The fact of the matter is, the Vasto Lorde's combat capabilities are above any of our taicho." Toshiro finished. "Therefore, it is hard to imagine just how powerful these Arrancar are. We are short a total of three-"

"Two."

"Two taicho. If the Arrancar are that much stronger then their Menos selves, I can tell you this: If Aizen has more than ten Arrancar at the Vasto Lorde level, Soul Society is doomed."

"We have returned, Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra murmured.

"Welcome back, Ulquiorra, Yammy." Aizen smirked, resting his head on his fist. "Now then, share your findings with your twenty brothers within this room. Go ahead Ulquiorra. Show us what you saw and felt in the Human World."

"As you wish." The pale man lifted his long fingers to his left eye and pried it out before crushing it. "Please look carefully."

"I see." Aizen sighed softly. "So that's why you decided he wasn't worth killing."

"Yes, sir." Ulquiorra bowed. "As our orders were 'Kill him if he seems as though he might become an interference to us'. Also-"

"That's weak!"

Ulquiorra turned, eyebrow lifted.

"If it were me," The teal haired male he who had interrupted grinned. "I would have killed them all with one attack."

"Grimmjow..." Ulquiorra's voice had a warning in it.

"If your orders have the phrase 'kill him' in them, I'm pretty damn sure it's best if you kill him! Right!?"

"...I agree." One of the males standing behind Grimmjow nodded, arms placed behind his back. "He is an enemy. Even if there is no value in killing him, there is certainly no value in letting him live."

"And Yammy!" Grimmjow turned his attention to the hulking tanned male beside Ulquiorra. "Look how badly you got beaten up! You might be saying 'There is no value in killing him', but all I hear is 'We couldn't kill him'!"

"Hey, Grimmjow." Yammy turned his head. "Didn't you just watch that? I was beaten up by the sandal guy and the dark lady. Not by the kid."

"You really don't get it." Grimmjow sneered. "I said I would kill all of them in a single attack!"

"What did you say!?" Yammy snarled.

"Enough." Ulquiorra held up a hand. "Grimmjow, you do understand that our problem is not with that kid, right?"

"Ah?"

"What Aizen-sama is observing is not that kid's current state; it's that kid's rate of growth. It's true that the kid's potential strength is quite high, but right now it is disproportionately unstable due in part to it's immensity. What I gathered was that if we were to leave him alone he might just destroy himself or maybe even become one of our pawns. That's why I returned without killing him." Ulquiorra frowned.

"That's what I keep saying is weak." Grimmjow snarled at the raven-haired male. "What if his power grows even larger than you've calculated and he ends up getting in our way!? Then what will you do!?"

"If that happens, I'll simply finish him." Ulquiorra snorted. "I see you have no complaints with that."

"Apart from what your brothers may say," Aizen spoke up again, drawing attention to himself. "I'm impressed with your work, Ulquiorra."

"I am very grateful." Ulquiorra bowed at the waist. Grimmjow glared at his back.

One of the male's in a darker corner of the room snorted, falling on his face as everyone was dismissed.

"What happened!?" He yawned, stumbling to his feet and leaning on the tall muscular male beside him as they walked away.

"You need to stop falling asleep in these meetings, Starrk-san."

"That's what you're for..." Starrk yawned. "Haya-"

The door shut after them and the name was cut off.

"Whoa~! It's amazing!"

"Such a little thing can get this to move!" Renji seemed awed as he poked Kon's motionless body with the tiny green pill in his fingers.

"You inserted a soul candy into a sewn toy? As crazy as it might sound..." Rangiku poked the body too. "I'm sure the R&D folks would give it a try."

"Ahem." Ichigo coughed.

"What's wrong?" Renji asked, poking the pill back into the lion plushy.

"So, when are you guys heading back?"

"Not until the Arrancar threat is over." Renji snorted like it was obvious. "That's probably the soonest we can think about heading home."

"Well, coming to the Human World is fine, but I can't house all of you in my room."

"Wha~!?" Rangiku spun quickly. "Then what good are you!?"

"What...good am I!?" Ichigo bristled, stepping backwards. "Ask yourself that! Don't think you can just stay here like a bunch of free-loaders!"

Rangiku reached for the buttons on her shirt.

"Whaaat!? Stop at that one button! And pull down your skirt! It's riding up too far!" Ichigo yelled, slapping his hands over his eyes. "No! I'll never give in to temptation! Absolutely not! It won't work!"

"You could clamp your fingers down at least." Rukia deadpanned.

"Well, I suppose I'll stay at Orihime's house." Rangiku smiled.

"Sounds good. Did you get permission from her yet?" Ichigo lowered his hands.

"No, but I'm sure I can arrange something." The blonde slapped Kon down as he began yelling about fertile gardens and how much he wanted to go too.

"Are you coming, Taicho?"

"No."

"I guess I should head out too." Ikkaku swung his wooden sword over his shoulder.

"Where will you stay?"

"Don't mind. Yumichika and I will find our own cots somewhere." The bald man shrugged as his feminine friend followed after him. Mizuki caught Yumichika's arm and muttered something to him.

He nodded and then continued on.

"It's as they say 'It ain't about the destination, but the journey'."

"Just be careful with that sword swaggering around!" Ichigo yelled as Ikkaku strode down the road. The group had climbed out the window.

"Hah. I guess that leaves just me."

"I phoned Urahara Kisuke earlier, Renji." Mizuki crossed her arms. "He's got a room for you."

"Thanks." The redhead nodded. "I'd like to discuss a few matters while I'm over there anyway."

"Bye~!" Mizuki waved with Rukia as they stood beside Ichigo. Once her arm started to get tired, Mizuki made her way back into the house and threw herself down on the couch beside Isshin, propping her feet into his lap.

"What are you still doing here?" Isshin turned his head to look at her.

"Tch. I'm staying here."

"No, you're not. Who said you could?"

"I am. I decided."

"We don't have room."

"Sure you do. I'll have your bed, and you can sleep on the floor beside me."

"That's not fair~!" Isshin whined, pouting as the door opened.

"I don't care." She tilted her head back and gazed at Rukia, who pulled out a hanky once she had the attention of the Kurosaki family.

"Tch. I'll let you handle this, Rukia-chan. I've got to clear out my bed."

"Hey!" Ichigo stomped over to her and Mizuki paused on the first step upstairs. "Who said you could stay here?!"

"I did."

"Out."

"No. I'm taking you dad's bed."

"That's just weird! Get out, Hayashi!"

"So, sugerplum." She pat his head. "I'm staying. Isshin said so. We're old friends."

"Huh?" Confusion spread across his face.

"Don't worry your little ginger head about it, kid."

"Just how old are you?"

"I'm three hundred thirty-two." Mizuki grinned over her shoulder as she shut the door to the master bedroom. "My birthday is in June."

"You're old."

A pillow came flying from no where as Ichigo went into his own room.

"OUCH!"

Mizuki was bored, staring at the roof as she listened to Ichigo and Rukia argue. Finally, she slid her legs over the side of the plush bed and wandered out of the room in a large wife-beater and a pair of lacy black underwear.

She grabbed a pair of black cargo pants and pulled them on before striding past Rukia and Ichigo who were standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Where are you going, Hayashi?" Ichigo watched as she strode past.

"I'm going to visit Sado-kun, because your yelling is annoying and your father is busy with your sisters. I'll be back sometime later."

"Right. Bye?"

Mizuki hummed, pulling an elastic from her wrist and threw her hair up before darting out of the Kurosaki Medical Clinic.

It wasn't long before Mizuki was knocking on Sado's door, and he opened it with a confused expression.

"I got bored, so I came to visit!" She grinned stepping past him.

"You want something to drink?" He mumbled, standing awkwardly to the side. She shook her head, lifting a bag with a few bottles of sake in them.

"I brought snacks and sake."

Sado chuckled, accepting the alcoholic drink.

"Sado-kun! Your treatment isn't done!"

Mizuki yelped as a small fairy appeared before the tall Mexican male.

"Right. Sorry." A glowing pale gold shield appeared as the fairy's partner appeared.

"That's cool." She lifted an eyebrow. "Who are they?"

"Part of Inoue-chan's Shun Shun Rikka."

"Ah. Cool." She nodded, and then stiffened as she sensed several powerful reitsu wielders. "You sense that?"

"Yeah. What is it?"

"I don't know." Mizuki scowled, shedding her gigai with a Soul Candy. "Don't you dare try to anything stupid."

The soul in her gigai nodded shyly, hugging herself as Mizuki haori swished after Sado through the door.

"Bah!" The white clad figure waiting outside scoffed as Sado came into view. "Not a Shinigami."

The male wearing a large shell like mask thrust his hand towards Sado.

"You lose."

"Cut the 'you lose' crap." Mizuki snorted as Ichigo appeared, revealing herself in the process. "The winner is determined after the actual fight."

"Ah, that's right. Then I shall wait until after I've killed all three of you to say it again." He smiled, revealing shark teeth. "It doesn't matter which one it is, you will all lose!"

"Chad," Ichigo drew Zangetsu after his opponent had drawn his own zanpakuto. "Get out of the way."

"Wa-Wait a second, Ichigo! If this is about my wound-!"

"Sado, it's alright." Mizuki touched his uninjured arm, and pulled him away towards another high-density reitsu. "Leave it to Ichigo. He won't lose."

"Right." Sado nodded and the two took off.

"He'll need your help soon, Rukia." Mizuki murmured as they passed the petite woman. She nodded, giving Sado a smile as she ran by.

"How many are there?"

"Seven."

"Very good, senorita!" Mizuki stopped dead, hand on her zanpakuto as her gold eyes flickered around. "Up here!"

"Get down here." She hissed up at the shadowed man, who did as he was told and landed before them.

"Hello~!" He wiggled his fingers in her direction and winked. Sado shifted nervously.

"Who are you?" She scowled, pulling out her zanpakuto once the white clothing on the male was revealed.

"Ladies first." He smirked.

"Mizuki Hayashi, Third Division Taicho."

"Awwe~! A taicho?! Just my luck!" He cooed and Mizuki made a face. The red haired male lowered to a knee and placed a hand across his chest, the other on his blade. "Arrancar Number Twelve, at your service. My name is Novio Bellos."

"Twelfth, huh?" Mizuki cracked her neck.

"Indeed." Novio stood as Mizuki darted forward, slicing at his shoulder. He sighed and caught it with his hand. She went wide eyed. "I'm terribly sorry, but I can't allow myself to fight you as you are."

"What the hell do you mean?!"

"You have so much hidden potential." He sighed, using his free hand to turn her face side to side. Novio pushed her back, and pulled his unsheathed zanpakuto from the sash around his low-hanging pants.

"Dance, Titereamo~!" He sang, making his hands clawed on either side of his now floating zanpakuto. It spun, obscuring his form and releasing black smoke.

Once the smoke was gone, it revealed his...new outfit?

A pair of black slacks sat around his hips, and a white waist coat with a breast pocket was placed over a black ruffled shirt. His long, thigh length red hair was pulled into a ponytail and he fished in his breast pocket for a moment before pulling out a measuring tape.

"Vestirse!" He threw the tape measure forward, and it wrapped quickly around Mizuki, hiding her in a large ball of plastic and numbers.

"Hayashi-san!" Sado yelled.

"Please stay out of this." Novio smiled politely. "My fight will be with her."

The tape fell away and Mizuki appeared, her unsheathed zanpakuto in one hand, and the other clenched into a fist. Sado blinked, stepping backwards in surprise.

Her Shinigami uniform had been replaced by a lavender European ballgown; the skirt was made of several ruffles. The bodice was tight, like a corset and trimmed in white, and a large white ribbon was tied in a bow around her waist. Mizuki's long green hair was draw up into two curled pigtails. Long fingerless gloves were wrapped around her arms and a small off-centre top hat sat on her head.

Mizuki's normally bound chest was now no longer bound, and her cleavage was impressive enough that Sado stared for a few seconds before turning away his gaze.

"You're soo preeetty~~!" Novio squealed, wiggling his body.

"I'm girly." Mizuki hissed, staring down at her clothes with distaste.

"I can fight you now." Novio nodded, snapping his fingers. A white top hate appeared and he placed it on his head. "Bailar de Muerte."

Music started from no where, and Mizuki was pulled forward into the Arrancar's arms, despite digging her heels into the ground.

"This is nice, isn't it?" The Arrancar gave a sly grin.

"It'd be better if I was kicking you in the balls and not wearing a dress." Mizuki snapped trying desperately to move. "Sado, hit him!"

"Right." Sado nodded, pulling his fist back as his powers manifested. The blast of blue reitsu shot forward, and Novio spun Mizuki into the center of the blast, holding onto the hand that didn't have her zanpakuto.

"Hayashi-san!" Sado yelled in concern. Mizuki looked a little charred, a scratch making it's way across her cheek and blood dripping down her face and her arm, where another cut had been received.

"It's okay, Sado." She coughed, splattering the ground with blood as she was pulled back to the Arrancar.

"Aw, your lovely face was cut. Such a shame. You'll want revenge now, right?" Mizuki felt her body move, arm slicing towards Sado, who jumped away. Novio laughed as he move his fingers, controlling Mizuki's body into attacking Sado, who couldn't do anything but dodge.

Chad grunted as one of her hits struck across her cheek.

"You'll never gain control of your body back. As a taicho, you're pretty weak."

Mizuki was thrown across the pavement, dress spinning around her legs as Chad threw another reitsu-fired punch at her controller.

"Uso."

"Eh?" Novio tilted his head as the green haired woman spoke, regaining the ability to speak.

"I'm only the temporary Taicho of the Third Division."

"Then what are you ranked?" He sighed, crossing his arms in a pout.

"Fourth Seat...of the Zaraki Division." She winced as she stood, and then was pulled back of to Novio with a yank from his left hand.

"Then you're not worth my time." He sighed. "I might as well kill you now."

Chad leapt forward, yanking an invisible string from Mizuki's shoulder that had briefly become visible during her fall.

"Thanks Sado." She stood, hefting her zanpakuto. "I think, it's about time I released this."

"Hm."

"What does that zanpakuto do?" Novio put his hands on his hips and then vanished. Mizuki was thrown to the left, hitting a wall and leaving a rather large dent.

"That hurt, you bastard!" Mizuki spat out some blood, and moved her zanpakuto up.

"Terminate, Nejireta yona Sakkaku." The sword vanished and two pistols spun out to her hands, which were caught easily.

"What are those?"

"These are guns." Mizuki grinned and fired a shot at Novio. It grazed his cheek bone and he touched the slight burn her reitsu left.

"That stung a little. Are you sure you're taicho material?"

"Dammit." The woman snarled, firing at the male who sighed and picked up the top hat which had fallen to the ground.

"Chuta Diseno: Pentaculo." Novio sighed, pulling a box of needles from his waistcoat pocket. The tiny silver objects flew forward arranging themselves into a pentacle around Mizuki before a pillar of lime reitsu shot upwards, the colour bright enough to hide her body.

Novio let a sadistic grin spread across his face.

"You're finished." He laughed as the reitsu vanished. Mizuki fell to her knees, the dress still fine, although blood pooled around her feet and dripped down off her shoulders and fingers.

"-Renji! Hayashi!" Rangiku's voice yelled from a small speaker on dangling from one of Mizuki's pistols. "The limit release has been approved!"

"I was getting tired of waiting!" Renji laughed over his end.

"Do you know how annoying it is to be held back by three seals?!" Mizuki hissed, turning her head to the side and revealing flower on the side of her face, below her eyes and another on her neck.

"Are you bragging, Mizuki?" Renji snorted.

"Well, maybe a little."She grinned, her reitsu billowing around her as the flower under her eye filled up with black. "But I'm mostly pissed with my Arrancar."

"You got a can of ass-whooping?"

"You bet. I always have one of them."

"What is that!?" Novio pointed to the flowers.

"The symbol of the Third Division, the marigold," Mizuki touched the one on her cheek and moved her hand down to her neck. "And the symbol of the Eleventh Division, yarrow."

A large pillar of silver reitsu erupted around her and Mizuki sighed.

"That is so much better. Let's get serious, hm?"