Kyiv sighed in annoyance as he walked down the Main Street of the silver city. With countless Quincy officers, business people, and soldats bowing before him and stepping out of his way. Along with Meninas walking along beside him.
'Seems you are as popular as ever,' the sternrriter of power teased. At the same time, Kyiv averted her gaze as his face blushed.
'I would rather be back when I was just a nobody,' the Miner boy teased. 'I mean, it was fun at first. But now it is a chore to go out in public' he then averted his eyes when the citizen used their phones to flash pictures of him. Much to his annoyance. 'Anyway, why didn't we take a hovercar to the place of governance instead of going all out on foot?'
Meninas then shrugged. 'Grandmaster's orders,' she answered flatly. Given your status as a war hero. He wanted your return to the ranks as public as possible to boost the morale of the people'
The Kyiv man then sighed.
'Well, I guess it's better than going on live television and making an inspiring speech' he then looked up towards the tower of the palace of governance in the distance. 'Anyway, we better make haste to the-'
Kyiv and Merinas were suddenly hit by a massive spike of spiritual pressure, catching them completely off guard.
'Wa...' Kyiv stuttered. 'Was that the spiritual pressure of a top-tier Espada?' He then looked in the direction of the source of the pressure. 'Why is someone like that doing here in the silver city!'
Merinas then bit her lip. 'Yes, well, I forgot to tell you, but regional commander B-Bazz is fighting the former prima Stark ' a cold sweat then dropped down her face. 'This burst of aura must be from their battle.'
Kyiv then continued to stare in the direction of where spiritual pressure came from, looking on in concern.
Meanwhile, during the arena fight...
A massive dust cloud exploded beneath the tiled floor of the battlefield, the force so great that it caused the entire stadium to shake and tremble. However, as the dust settled, Stark was mildly surprised to see that sternrriter blocked his strike with a large fire blade.
'Burner finger four...' Bazz-B uttered lowly as he pushed the cowboy Arrancar away with all of his strength and began to pant heavily.
'You stronger than me?!' The sternrriter of the heat spat distastefully. 'Don't make me laugh!' He then began to walk up to Stark slowly.
'I am one of the two regional commanders of the sternritter order, which protects the holy kingdom; a veteran star knight who served his majesty Yhwach for over a thousand years, and in that time, I won wars, defeated entire armies on my lonesome, and wiped out scum like you long before you were even thought of! Bazzard boasted as he began to charge up his flaming weapon. 'Don't you dare look down on me as a lesser when your biggest feat was running away from your king with your tail between your legs, just because you couldn't stomach following his orders!' The enraged man lifted his right arm and activated his Sanrei Glove.
'GOD'S FURY!' Bazz-B roared, and then a pillar of light soon engulfed him, as all the reshi within the dome of the battlefield was quickly absorbed inside the beam of light and when it shattered. The stenrriter of the heat revealed himself in his holy form.
With four polls of spiritual energy that acted as his wings floating upon his back and a halo hovering above his head. At the same time, the Quincy sported a vicious smile of victory.
'It's over...' Bazzard said sadistically as he lunged his Burner Finger Four at his enemy, intending to burn the arrogant Arrancar to ash for his lack of disrespect!
However, Stark's only reaction to Bazz-B was a sigh of resignation...and in the next moment, he sliced through the sternrriters flaming blade and his chest, causing fresh red blood to sprout out from the wound, forcing the stenrriter to jump back in disbelief. At the same time, the force of the strike itself pushes off Stark's hat, fully unveiling his short green hair and youthful face.
Much to the shock of everyone in the stadium... except for Ichigo.
Seeing how easily bested he was. Bazz-B tried to regain his composer by grinning and maintaining his stance. Yet he couldn't ignore the inner doubt and fear crawling at his heart.
'Damn it all!' The horrified sternrriter thought as he stared at the uncovered face of Stark. 'Even when I use my burning finger four and my holy form. He is still kicking my ass, and he hasn't even released his zanpakuto yet!'
Bazz-B then ready both of his hands. 'My best bet now is to take him off guard with my ultimate attack! Otherwise, this battle is already ov-!?'
The Quincy's train of thought was then stopped. When he saw Stark walk down, pick up his cowboy hat, and then stare back at him.
He then let out a deep breath and then spoke. '...this was a mistake...'
Bazz-B then gasped in shock. 'What!?'
'It is obvious that despite all of your accomplishments, status and experience. You are no match for me. I would be better off if I faced off against your grandmaster or even that Kurosaki kid' he then placed his hat back on his head. 'Because if this fight drags on...it will just be embarrassing for the both of us.'
The fiery stenritter's rage seemed to reach new heights as his eyes began to bulge out of the sockets of his skull, and veins popped across his face.
'You...' Bazzard said in a dark, low, murderous voice. 'Fucking, Bastard!' He roared out with all of his furies. 'You were the one who wanted this fight. You forced us, Quincy, to play your fucking games, and now just because it didn't turn out the way you wanted, you just going to back out!'
Stark then tilted his head. 'Who said anything about backing out of the deal? I meant that I want to back out of this battle and fight someone else,' he calmly argued while sheathing his zanpakuto. 'Because it is obvious that you are just not strong enough to impress me.'
Bazz-B then stood stunned as he overheard the words that rang through his head—vibrating into a never-ending, distant echo that ran deep within his being. Eventually, his shock soon boiled over into pure rage, and then he placed both of his hands together and stretched out all of his fingers, with flames burning on the tips of each of them.
Then as he stared up to face Stark. He saw not the Arrancar himself...but rather the black prince Ichigo Kurosaki, looking down on him in contempt.
