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Just as Yamamoto and I engage again after his flames have died down; I realize I have been completely disregarding a group of people, who aren't dressed like either the Soul Reapers or the Arrancar.

"Being distracted will get you killed, child," Yamamoto states, as he swings his sword, unleashing a stream of flames. I blink away, but not before having the front of my jacket and shorts become singed.

"Hmm, who might those people be?" I ask, pointing to the oddly dressed individuals.

"Your tricks will not work on me," Yamamoto states.

"No trick at all; I just want to know what those guys are, as I sense that their type of mana is different from the other two groups here," I reply.

"Mana? What kind of force is that?" He questions.

"Mana… Soul pressure; they are the same thing, I would like for you to answer my question in turn," I request.

"The Visored, but that is all you'll get from me," Yamamoto answers.

He disappears, reappearing overhead, "Taimatsu!" He shouts.

"Aeroga!" I chant in reply.

The flames from Yamamoto's blade meet the wind generated from my own, allowing me to move out of the way. Once out of the way I try to influence the flames back to Yamamoto, but the force he can exert in controlling his flames makes it futile. The flames smash into the town, incinerating buildings and leveling a large area. He appears to my right and tries to cut across, but I block with my sword by turning it vertical. The impact forces me to brace with my legs to avoid getting knocked back. The heat intensifies quickly as Yamamoto's sword begins to radiate a greater amount of flames. Slowly I begin to lose ground, and Yamamoto exerts a burst of force, causing me to lose my balance.

Yamamoto lashes out, creating a diagonal cut down my chest. I blink away, and blackness begins to form at the corner of my vision.

"Patching this is going to eat up a lot of my mana…" I think to myself.

"Curaga!" I shout out.

The soft glow of the healing light begins to regenerate my wounds, but Yamamoto shouts out an all-to-familiar incantation. Flames blast out of his sword in the middle of my healing, but I quickly move out of the way. My healing finishes, but I sense a sudden mana shift.

"Damn, someone just became collateral damage," I think.

I turn around to see a white uniform dropping to the ground, a cyan canine in tow. Then, I sense another shift, this time from the other side of the battlefield, but I am unable to determine which side the being was on.

"It appears conventional weaponry isn't going to kill you, is it youngster?" Yamamoto wonders, interrupting my observations.

I turn and lurch forward with my weapon, stabbing Yamamoto in the chest.

"My, my, I did not think you would be capable of hitting me, juvenile," Yamamoto.

I quickly extract my sword from his chest and prepare for his counter attack. He blinks to a location further away and readies his sword.

"Jokaku Enjo!" He yells out.

I prepare myself for the effect, jumping slightly as a wall of flames envelop me.

"The flames are all around me, but they do not seem to be getting closer or trying to burn me," I wonder to myself.

Very faintly, I hear Ennetsu Jigoku being shouted out.

"I wonder what that does," I ponder.

I get my answer as the heat inside of the dome strengthens.

Quickly I shout, "blizzaga, waterga!"

A large pillar of ice breaks through the wall of flames, but quickly melts, allowing me to create a torrent of water to burst through the top of the prison. I dive inside and travel through the prison and make it out of the top. I continue to travel until the water evaporates from my escape tunnel, allowing me to see the fiery cataclysm that was about to be my demise. My skin tingles, and my wound has reopened slightly, causing a minor amount of bleeding.

After the flames die down, Yamamoto and I meet in the air. Both of us are panting heavily, and I for one, know that I could collapse any minute…

Unless I use my bankai.

"I didn't want it to come to this, but I fear that if we continue, it will only end with both of us dead, youngster… Zanka no Ta-" he announces, but I kick him with all my might, sending him flying into several buildings and into the ground.

Then, a large gash appears, blood sprays out from the top of my shoulder and down my side, and I descend to the ground. As I fall, the assailant is a brown haired man, whose hair is swept back, and piercing brown eyes.

Once I hit the ground, I black out momentarily, before jolting back up. Groaning and using my sword to help balance myself, I slowly stand up and begin to make my way to Yamamoto. Two strong mana sources arrive at the battlefield; one of them is similar to Ichigo's.

"In, then out, in then out," I say to myself, trying to stay conscious.

I make it to the unconscious Yamamoto, whose robe has become crimson with his own blood.

"World's stability over your own life… rule number 3," I recite to myself as I prepare.

"Curaga!" I mumble.

The green light patches up his wounds, and he slowly begins to reawaken.

"You saved me, youngster, from my wounds, which were admittedly because of you, and from Aizen," Yamamoto states.

"How were you able to know?" I ask between short breaths.

"Boy, you don't get into as many battles as I have and not determine when an opponent is attacking you from behind," he replies.

"I see," I mumble.

"You are too wounded to continue, can you heal again? Or did you use up the last of your energy healing me?" He questions.

"The latter," I answer.

"Alright, wait here, I'll see if I can send someone to heal you, we'll discuss your transgressions later, youngster," he responds, standing up.

He stands up and takes his place at the head of the Soul Reapers.

I begin to struggle my way toward the locations where the two mana sources had begun to fade. I can see my blood dripping onto the ground, leaving a crimson trail behind me. I manage to make it to the first mana source; his body is still smoking from Yamamoto's attack. Standing over him, I notice his chocolate brown hair and short goatee. I stick my sword in the ground, next to his body, so that I can prop myself up. Leaning down on it, I reach for his shoulder, when I jerk back my hand.

A blue wolf had appeared from seemingly nowhere and had bitten my hand, a look of determination in its eyes.

I cough as I try to steady my breath enough to speak, "Don't worry I'm sending him to a place to where he can heal, if you want to go with him, you can."

The wolf continues to stare menacingly at me.

"Do I look like a Soul Reaper? And look at me, I'm a mess… I can barely stand, let alone kill a man," I explain.

The wolf lowers its hair and lets me go back to sending him to my world. I reach down and grab onto his hand, and he slowly begins to fade, until he completely disappears from the ground.

"Here, let me send you, too, you will be in a room… understand? Your friend here will be in a bed, resting until either an elderly man comes in or a small girl; hurt them, and I'll have no qualms destroying you, ok?" I clarify, although I expect the wolf to not understand.

It nods in comprehension, giving my weary body a small jolt of surprise. I place my hand on its head, and slowly it goes the way of its master.

I draw my sword out of the earth, and continue on toward the other mana source.

She lies in the middle of a crater, having smashed through a cement sidewalk. I approach, slowly but surely, and notice her bright blonde hair contrasting her tan skin. My shorts seem to be getting a little tighter, you'd think they would wear armor, but I suppose just like Overlord battles it really doesn't matter.

I place my sword and begin to repeat my actions from before, but as I stick my sword in the ground I see her flinch.

"Are you here to kill me?" she questions accusingly.

"No, I am here to give you a second chance at living," I answer.

"What for? My Fracción are dead, and that means their sacrifices were thrown away; I can't live knowing that," she explains.

"What if I told you they weren't dead, and that you could see them again?" I ask.

"So, you save my life and that of my Fracción; I assume you want us to fight for you," she replies.

"You honestly don't have to if you don't want, but I admit that is a good portion of the reason why I am attempting to recruit you," I clarify, giving a slight smile at the end.

"Sounds familiar, will you too betray us and leave us for dead?" she requests.

"I'm bleeding profusely, I'm assuring that you and your Fracción live, and my cause is to protect people from malicious entities, even though you may know believe me about the last two, I hope that my words will at least give you pause for thought," I answer as sincerely as possible.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance, but I don't tru-," she begins, but passes out from blood loss.

My vision begins to fade, forcing me to hurry my teleportation; I place my hand on her forehead and begin the process. Slowly, I begin to become more acquainted with the ground; my last sight is the woman's fading, bronze skin.