Ichigo stared blankly at the empty white space around him. Not sure how to respond or what to even say. For what he expected was something to train in, not...a big load of nothing.

'You seem disappointed, Kurosaki Ichigo, ' Uryu mused while the shinigami looked around.

'Sort of...I mean when I expected to train against obstacle courses or something.' He then turns to face the white prince. 'Are you sure we are in the right place?'

Uryu then pushed up his glasses. 'Oh, we are...' he then pulled out a remote control. 'The room is just merely deactivated.'

The white prince then pressed a button on the remote control, and the entire area transformed from a blank canvas. To a majestic greenfield, and within it laid a clear crystal blue lake surrounded by giant boulders and cliffs. Much to the Kurosaki's amazement.'

'W-what!?' Ichigo stuttered as he looked over his surroundings. 'Does this place conjure an entire hologram inside itself?'

'Not quite!' Uryu shouted up high from on a cliff over fifty feet away. At a distance much further than what the once blank canvas room was shown to be.

The Quincy then used the flying step to reappear next to Ichigo. 'The technology of the training rooms enables the manipulation of space and time itself, allowing one to expand its size on the inside. At the same time, it remains the same on the outside. To the point that one can fill an entire country in here.'

The shingmai dropped his jaw in awe, and then, in a moment of curiosity, he brushed one of his hands across the grass. 'Geez...He mused in awe. 'It can even replicate the environment's texture, mass, and touch. It sort of remains of the time I train inside one of Yukio's dimensions.'

Uryu then perked upon hearing the names 'Yukio, as in Yukio Hans Vorarlberna?'

Ichigo turns his head. 'You heard of him?'

'He is one of the directors of Xcuation. Responsible for overseeing research and technology. These training rooms were based on the pocket dimensions he created with his fullbring invaders die and then are own head of research and technology BG9 analyzed and replicated it' Ishida then looked out the sky and stared at the daylight moon. 'Those two are responsible for also creating the black city dimension that lies under the silver city.'

'Really?' Ichigo questioned. 'So if that is the case, you can change the environment into anything you want?'

'Indeed,' Uryu confirmed. He then clicked another button on the remote control. Changing the landscape to an urban city in the united states, then to rain forest in Arizona, and later into an island in the middle of the Caribbean. At the same time, the teen looked on in wonder.

'So, Ichigo...' the young prince said with anticipation. 'What area do you want to train in?'

Ichigo thought about the moment, and then a nostalgic smile crept over his face.

'I think I know of one place...'

Meanwhile, within the house of governance.

'So let me get this straight...' Bazz-B said menacingly as he stared down at the green-haired cowboy who sat in a chair on the other side of Jurgam's desk without care. 'You want to challenge one of us to see if we are worthy enough to help!?'

The Arrancar, however, just shrugged. 'What can I say? I rather not stick my neck up for people I don't like. Especially if they can't even defend themselves.'

Jurgram then narrowed his eyes. 'But you said you will aid us in battle?' the grandmaster argued, but Stark raised one of his fingers to quiet him.

'You misunderstand; I said I will help you fight your enemies for you. But never said anything of helping any of you when you get injured, about to be killed or even in the crossfire of one my fights' Stark corrected and then glared darkly at the two sternrriter. 'I'll fight the enemy in your homeland, but that's all I'm doing.'

Bazz-B then snarled. 'So basically, you will fight the enemy but not even bother defending us? That is the same thing, you ass!'

Stark then frowns at the pink-haired man. 'You should be lucky I even bothered fighting on your side, and besides...I'm fully willing to defend you quinces and more. Provide you prove yourself up to snuff '

The sternrriter of the heat then spun a nerve. 'We have nothing to prove to you, You self-righteous bastard!' He shouted out. 'What, you think none of us are worth saving!?'

The Arrancar then raised his eyebrows at Bazz-B. 'Aren't you?'

The Quincy then backed away at the accession.

'Aside from the fact that two of your comrades beg me to come to join you. Very few of you quinces have shown any promises in actually standing up against the Espada. Never mind dealing with that segunda etapa they have, and as far as I am concerned, I have no reason to defend people no better than their enemies' Stark accused, which made Bazz-B almost lunge out to attack the Arrancar. But Haschwalth placed his left hand on hot-blooded Quincy's shoulder, calming him down, and turning to face the disproving cowboy.

'I can understand your grievances with the quinces and your lack of faith in us,' Jurgram said with sorrow. 'So, you are welcome if you wish to test yourself against the sternrriters personally. Including against myself.'

Bazz-B dropped his jaw in disbelief that the grandmaster who had been his friend for the past thousand years. Would cave into this hollow's demands like a peasant before an outlaw.

It was beyond humiliating. It was disgraceful.

Stark then looked at the starrier pleased. 'Really...any of the sternrriter...even you?'

Jurgram nodded slowly, and the cowboy smiled.

'...Good,' the Arrancar then got up from his seat. 'I suppose the next thing we should do is decide is wh-'

'NO! Bazz-B shouted at the Arrancar.

'I don't give a rat's ass of what my people did to you! 'For no one insults and disrespects my comrades and gets away with it!' The sternrriter of the heat declared hatefully as flames began to build up around his fists. 'I will be the one to fight you!'

Haschwalth then narrowed his eyes in concern. At the same time, Stark looked at Quincy with amusement.

Yet when he spoke, his voice was filled with ice.

'Respect?' Stark said calmly as he glared his eyes at Bazz-B. 'The holy empire only cares for respect when it is convenient for them and is just as willing to discard when it is not.' He then closed his eyes. 'And the fact that you flat out admitted that you don't even care what your people did to me or even those that I care about...'

The Arrancar then opened his eyes and turned his head towards the hot-headed Quincy and gave him a dead silent glare that radiated contempt and loathing. 'I have every reason not to care about little pieces of shit like you.'

Stark then held his gaze at Bazz-B, who didn't back down. Only for him to brush himself off and turn himself to the door. 'However, If you managed to impress me enough in our fight. I'll let bygones be bygones and help you quinces out more.'

The Arrancar then turns his head around to face the two sternrritter. 'That is if you impress me...' he ominously said and walked himself out through the door.'

When Stark left, Hashwalth let out an exhausted sigh and eyed Bazz-B with disappointment. 'You have acted recklessly against our ally Bazzard Black...I hope you know what you got yourself into.'

The other sternrriter merely scoff at him. 'I was about to say the same thing to you. When you bent to that hollow's whims just to get his measly protection.'

Jugram then sighed harshly. 'Bazzard, you know full well that we cannot defeat the Arrancar army on our own, and acting hostile to those willing to fight alongside us will only lead to disaster.'

Bazz-B then growled at his friend. 'What you think I am not powerful enough to defeat that bastard on my own? He accused the grandmaster, who then gave him an unreadable glare.

'...what I think, Bazzard. Is that you should prepare yourself as much as you can for the upcoming fight. For after all...' Hashwalft then folded both of his hands.

'You are going to face the former prima.'