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Speech: "Hi"

Thoughts: 'Hi'

Abilities: "Getsuga Tenshou!"

Zanpakuto or Inner Voice: 'HI'

Four days had passed since the dark guild Oracion Seis was announced. The sun hung low in the sky as Ichigo and Grimmjow clashed in their sparring session. Ichigo's focus was razor-sharp, his every movement a study in precision and strength. He decided that his hand-to-hand combat could be honed more. Wendy sat on the sidelines, her small hands folded in her lap as she watched with intent concentration, hoping to learn something valuable from her brother's battle.

"You've improved, Ichigo." Grimmjow admitted with a half-smirk as he sidestepped a swift jab, moving effortlessly out of reach. "Still not better than me."

Ichigo's expression mirrored his confidence. "Give me some time." he shot back, his eyes glinting with determination. "Besides, we're holding back, aren't we?"

Grimmjow's grin widened, his gaze steely. "Maybe. Just wait until it's a real fight."

They were about to dive back in when the sound of clapping broke their rhythm. The two turned to see Roubaul approaching, his weathered face creased with a kind smile. "It's always good to see the two of you training." he said warmly, nodding to Wendy as she rose to her feet to greet him.

"Good afternoon, Master." she said, brushing the dust from her clothes.

"Hello, my dear. Where is your little friend?" he asked gently.

Wendy's smile wavered. "She's back at home. She… wasn't feeling well."

Roubaul's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that, Wendy. I hope she feels better soon."

Wendy nodded quietly, but her gaze remained fixed on him, sensing that he hadn't come just for small talk. Ichigo and Grimmjow, too, felt the shift in the air and folded his arms, his gaze narrowing. "What's going on, old man? You're not here just to watch us spar." The Devil slayer questioned.

Roubaul's face darkened, the gravity of his expression making the air feel suddenly thick and heavy. "Yes." he admitted, his voice low. "Something's happened. I came to tell you that the Magic Council… has been destroyed."

The news of this shocked them to the core, what the hell could have happened to the government? Ichigo's jaw tightened, his mind racing. Could Ultear have been hurt? "Destroyed?" he echoed, disbelief thick in his voice. "How did the council just get destroyed?"

Roubaul sighed. "It started with an incident involving the Tower of Heaven… a tower built to bring back the dark wizard Zeref."

Wendy's voice was small, barely above a whisper. "Why… why would anyone want to do that?"

Roubaul shook his head, the sorrow in his gaze unmistakable. "I wish I had an answer, my dear. But the one responsible for this… was Jellal." Roubaul revealed to them. He then goes on to explain the atrocities that Jellal committed, slavery, murder, kidnapping, the list went on.

The name fell like a stone, the news was a punch to the gut that left all three of them stunned. Wendy's knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, her face pale with shock. "No… no, that can't be right. Jellal… he wouldn't…"

The heartbreak in her voice was raw, a plea that went unanswered. Roubaul knelt beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm afraid it's true. He turned against us all. But he paid the price, he's gone now."

Wendy stared ahead, her tears flowing freely. "Dead…?" she choked out, barely able to comprehend the weight of it. "Jellal is… dead?"

The silence that followed was crushing, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Grimmjow broke it, his voice blunt but not without a thread of sympathy. "Wendy, get up," he said, his tone firm.

Reluctantly, she pushed herself to her feet, wiping her eyes. Grimmjow's gaze shifted to Ichigo, whose face was set in hard, unyielding lines. Finally, Ichigo took a deep breath, as if steadying himself. "You said the council was destroyed after the Etherion blast. Jellal couldn't have done that alone."

Roubaul nodded, the respect in his gaze apparent. "You're right. Jellal wasn't alone, he had an accomplice within the Council itself. Ultear Milkovich"

Ichigo's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his reaction. Wendy's face, however, betrayed her shock. Grimmjow shot them a sidelong glance, clearly aware that there was a story he hadn't yet heard. He'll get it out of them later.

Roubaul straightened, his expression heavy. "I came to tell you all of this because you deserved to know. Given your history with Jellal… I thought it best you heard it from me."

He turned, the weight of his words lingering in the air. "I'm sorry to leave after dropping this on you, but I must attend a guild masters' meeting to address this situation. Grimmjow, Ichigo, I need you to fill Wendy in on the threat I mentioned. She should know what's coming. Since the Magic council is gone I see no reason to keep it from her."

With that, Roubaul walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance as he left them to process the news. For a long moment, none of them spoke. "What's with the long faces?" Grimmjow scoffed, his voice breaking through the silence. "If Jellal really was doing that kind of crap, then he's better off dead, don't you think?" He glanced at Wendy, his usual scowl softened just a bit. "Besides, you crying over him isn't going to change anything. If he's gone, he's gone. You just gotta keep moving forward."

Wendy looked up, her lip trembling as she tried to hold back more tears. "But… he was like family to us."

Grimmjow's face scrunched, Jella was more family to her. Truly he couldn't care less but he knows now isn't the time for that. "Family doesn't always do what you want them to," Grimmjow replied bluntly. "Sometimes they turn out like Jellal. And if he made that choice, then that's on him." He jerked his head towards Ichigo.

Ichigo nodded "Grimmjow's right. We have to keep moving forward. Jellal made his choice, and so do we." He spoke softly to her as he gently put a hand on her shoulder.

Grimmjow rolled his eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the sentimentality, but he didn't interrupt. Instead, he reached over and gave Wendy a nudge on the shoulder as well. "Now, no more moping around. The old man told us to fill you in on the Oración Seis. You need to know what we're up against."

"The Oración Seis?" The girl repeated.

"Yeah, so here is the deal." Ichigo began to explain the situation, and how they will only have a month or so to get prepared.

"So we'll be teaming with other guilds? That must mean this group is really dangerous." She says with an uneasy tone.

"Don't worry we got this Wendy." Ichigo reassured her. "For now let's keep our heads up and keep training."

"That's all we can do for now." Grimmjow added as he turned to Ichigo. "You wanna keep going?" Grimmjow asked him.

"Yeah." The orange haired wizard responded rather quickly. Wendy looked at her brothers who seemed to have processed the situation with Jellal rather quickly, while she, on the other hand, still felt devastated.

"I think I am going to head home to let Carla know everything too." Wendy said hastily, faking a smile walking away with a pep in her step. Her brothers are not dumb however, easily picking up on the girls body language, she is still hurt by the news. The two realize they have said all they can, Wendy will have to assess and deal with her emotions on her own. The two create a safe distance between themselves.

"Alright! Let's go Grimmjow!" Ichigo shouts as he rushes towards the ex-espada.

Wendy arrived home, her heart heavy and her footsteps slow. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the weight of the day's news crushed her, and she collapsed to her knees, sobs wracking her small frame. "Why, Jellal? Why would you do those things?" she cried, her voice raw with disbelief and pain. Memories of him, the friend who'd once guided her, helped her find a guild, warred against the dark reality she'd just learned. She pressed her hands over her eyes, trying to hold back the flood, but it was no use.

She was so lost in her grief that she didn't hear the soft footsteps approaching.

"Wendy?" Carla's voice was gentle, filled with concern. "What's wrong, child? What happened?"

Wendy looked up, startled, to find her loyal friend gazing at her with worried eyes. She sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "C-Carla? Why…why are you out of bed?" Her voice trembled. "I thought you didn't feel well…"

"I didn't," Carla replied, her voice soft but steady. "But the medicine you gave me earlier helped." She sat down in front of Wendy, her eyes never leaving her friend's face. "But never mind me, what's troubling you so deeply? Did something happen with Ichigo and Grimmjow?" She asked, sitting down beside the dragon slayer.

Wendy shook her head, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. "No… It's Jellal." She took a shaky breath and began to tell Carla everything she'd learned, how Jellal had been involved in the dark acts surrounding the Tower of Heaven and how he'd perished trying to bring back Zeref. Each word was harder than the last, her voice barely a whisper by the time she finished.

Carla's expression shifted from concern to shock, her eyes wide. "I don't understand. Wasn't he the one who helped you and the others find this guild?" She struggled to reconcile the friend Wendy had described with the one she'd just heard about.

Wendy nodded, her gaze downcast. "Yes… He was the one who guided us here, who kept us safe. I don't understand how he could have done something so… so terrible." Her voice cracked, and she looked up at Carla, her eyes pleading for answers she didn't have.

Carla moved closer, placing a gentle paw on Wendy's hand. "Wendy, sometimes people… lose their way. Even those we trust can make choices we'll never understand." She looked at Wendy with a sadness that matched her own. "But what you remember of him, that kindness he showed you, doesn't just disappear. It's part of who he was, even if he made terrible choices afterward."

Wendy's tears began to slow, though her heart still felt heavy. "I just wish… I just wish he hadn't left us like this. I don't know how to feel about him anymore."

Carla pulled Wendy into a soft embrace, her voice a low, steady comfort. "Remember what he meant to you, Wendy, and don't let this break you. You still have people who care for you, and who need you, too."

They sat together in silence, the child's sobs slowly becoming quiet sniffling as she began to accept that Jellal's memory would forever be complicated, but that she didn't have to face it alone.

Carla's mind however drifted to something else, or rather someone else, Ultear Milkovich. The woman played a part in the destruction of the Magic Council. Guess her theory about her was right on the mark. Ultear is indeed bad news and now she has to figure out how Ichigo will meet her again. If that woman had the capability of destroying the council and escaping, she must have had some trick up her sleeve.

- An hour later-

Ichigo and Grimmjow sat across from each other, taking a break after their sparring session. Neither of them was tired, both were still in top form and could have kept going for hours. But Ichigo's mind was somewhere else. After hearing the news about Jellal and Ultear, he couldn't seem to shake the troubling thoughts swirling in his head.

Grimmjow, as always, was perceptive. He noticed the distant look in Ichigo's eyes and decided to take a break too. Glancing at him, he raised an eyebrow.

"Oi, Ichigo," Grimmjow said, cutting through the silence.

Ichigo blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "What?"

Grimmjow leaned back slightly, eyeing him closely. "What's going on with you? That reaction you had earlier when the old man mentioned Ultear… what's the deal?"

Ichigo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He wasn't sure how to explain, but he owed Grimmjow at least some clarity. "It's a long story," he began, his tone distant as he recalled the events in Crocus. He told Grimmjow everything, about how he and Wendy had reacted when Ultear's name came up, and how unexpected it all was. Grimmjow listened, expression neutral at first, but then he burst out laughing.

"Ha! That's it?" Grimmjow chuckled, shaking his head. "All this time, I thought something serious was going on. But it's just some love drama. Hilarious."

Ichigo rolled his eyes, not rising to the bait. "It's not like that. It's just… I didn't expect it, that's all."

Grimmjow smirked, clearly enjoying the teasing. "Sure, sure. So, what now? You gonna go after her or what?"

Ichigo paused, looking down briefly before meeting Grimmjow's gaze again. "I don't know. Can't really do anything about it right now. But I've got a feeling our paths will cross again sooner or later."

Grimmjow shrugged. "Must suck to be caught up in all that. Love stuff, I mean. Way too messy for me."

Ichigo snorted. "Yeah? Like your situation with Cana isn't messy?"

Grimmjow froze, eyes narrowing at Ichigo. "How do you know about that?"

Ichigo grinned, clearly amused by Grimmjow's reaction. "The old man mentioned it the other day."

Grimmjow scowled, rubbing the back of his head. "That old man talks too much. Doesn't matter though. It was a one-time thing."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "You never know. Things don't always stay one-time."

Grimmjow waved him off, clearly uninterested in continuing that conversation. He stood up, stretching his arms out above his head. "Enough talk. You still in the mood to spar or are you still sulking?"

Ichigo stood up too, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm done for the day. Sorry."

Grimmjow stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine, whatever. Not like I'm in the mood to fight either."

Ichigo couldn't help but smile to himself. Grimmjow had really changed over the years. When they'd first started training together, the Espada would've thrown a fit if Ichigo had called it quits early. But now? Grimmjow didn't seem bothered at all.

"Guess you're getting soft," Ichigo said, half-teasing.

Grimmjow shot him a sharp look but then grinned. "Don't push it, Kurosaki. I'm still gonna take you down one of these days."

Ichigo chuckled as Grimmjow started to walk away, his voice carrying back to Ichigo's ears. "You can try."

Ichigo leaned back against a nearby rock, watching as Grimmjow's figure slowly disappeared into the distance. "Some things really don't change," he muttered to himself, a faint smile on his lips. The rivalry between them might have softened, but it was still there, in its own way.

'And maybe that's not such a bad thing.' Ichigo thought, as he turned to leave, the weight of his thoughts momentarily forgotten.

- Grimoire Heart Airship -

Ultear Milkovich walked confidently through the corridors of her guild's vessel, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. The Tower of Heaven mission had gone off without a hitch, and the destruction of the Magic Council was complete. With their enemies out of the way, the only task left was to resurrect Zeref.

She came to a stop in front of her destination: the Guild Master's door. Without hesitation, she entered. Hades sat on his throne, his head resting in his hand as he gazed at her, his piercing eyes never leaving her figure. A few of the guild members were present in the room, observing her arrival.

"Welcome, Ultear," Hades greeted her, his tone calm but authoritative.

"Master," Ultear responded with a respectful nod, though her voice held pride. "I'm pleased to report that the Tower of Heaven mission was a complete success. Everything went exactly as planned."

"You speak as though failure was ever an option," Bluenote remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm. Ultear shot him a quick, sharp glare, but let the comment slide, choosing not to engage.

Hades chuckled lightly, his smirk growing. "Still, a job well done deserves recognition. Congratulations, Ultear." He leaned forward slightly, his expression growing more serious. "But, of course, there's still much left to accomplish."

Ultear's eyes gleamed with determination. "Yes, the resurrection of Zeref is almost within our grasp."

"Precisely," Hades agreed, his smirk widening as he relaxed back into his throne. "The Tower of Heaven brought us one step closer. However, we're not done yet."

Ultear tilted her head slightly, intrigued. "What is it, Master?" she asked, curiosity flickering in her gaze. "I'm ready for whatever is needed to bring our goal to fruition."

Hades' expression darkened, and he sat up straighter, his voice shifting to a more commanding tone. "I'm glad to hear that. Now, what I require of you, Ultear, is simple, keep an eye on Ichigo Kurosaki."

Ultear's eyes narrowed at the order. "I thought we had an agreement. Ichigo Kurosaki isn't someone we need to concern ourselves with," she replied, her tone edged with disdain. It was clear she wasn't pleased by the task.

Hades' lips curled into a subtle smile, though his eyes remained cold. "Things have changed," he said. "After conducting some thorough research, I've come to believe that he, and his associates, are now of interest to us."

Ultear opened her mouth to protest, but she hesitated. "I understand, but- "

Before she could finish, a voice interrupted her from across the room. "The master has spoken," a man with silver hair chimed in, adjusting his glasses nonchalantly. "It's unwise to argue with him."

Ultear shot him a sharp look. "This matter doesn't concern you, Rustyrose."

The man didn't flinch, his expression as disinterested as ever. "If it concerns the Master, it concerns all of us," he said coolly.

Another voice echoed from the shadows, one she recognized as Azuma. "Indeed. You've been given an objective, Ultear. It's best to follow the Master's orders."

"Tch." Ultear clicked her teeth in frustration, the sound sharp and filled with disdain.

Hades, however, remained unfazed. "Ultear, don't take this personally," he said, his tone smooth. "Besides, it was originally your idea."

The time wizard clenched her fists, her irritation simmering beneath the surface. She didn't like being forced into something, but she knew better than to challenge Hades. With a resigned sigh, she gave a curt nod. "Understood." Her voice was steady, though it was clear she wasn't pleased.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Hades' lips. "Good," he murmured. "I'm aware the Oración Seis guild is preparing to make their move. I also know several guilds of Fiore, including Cait Shelter, will send resistance to stop them. That means Ichigo Kurosaki will likely be involved. When that time comes, I want you to observe him closely."

Ultear's gaze shifted, listening intently.

"I need you to assess his performance. This will allow us to gauge his true capabilities, how he might fare within my plans," Hades continued, his voice taking on an almost detached, calculating tone.

Ultear bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment, her lips twitching with a restrained emotion. "Yes, Master." She paused for a moment, then lifted her gaze again, her eyes darkening as a subtle but ominous aura began to radiate from her.

"I do have one request." she said, her voice colder now, almost predatory.

Hades raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Hmm?"

The silence in the room thickened as Ultear's expression darkened further. Her voice was a low, dangerous whisper as she spoke her request. "If Ichigo Kurosaki is deemed unworthy... let me end him... personally."

The room seemed to hold its breath as everyone felt the chilling shift in Ultear's presence. Hades, for the first time, looked at her with a knowing, almost approving smile.

"Very well," he said, his voice smooth but laced with an edge of amusement. "If the time comes, I'll leave it to you."

Ultear turned on her heels and began to walk toward the door, her footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room. Before she could exit completely, a voice rang out, halting her in her tracks.

"If you ever change your mind, allow me to kill him!" A man with blonde hair and piercing red eyes spoke cheerfully, as if the offer of taking someone's life were a casual favor.

Ultear glanced over her shoulder, her gaze cold and sharp. She scoffed, dismissing him without a second thought, and continued walking, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

The man chuckled to himself, watching her leave with an amused smirk. "Such a downer." he muttered, clearly enjoying the contrast between his own enthusiasm and her icy indifference.

Ultear stormed into her quarters, slamming the door shut behind her. "This is absurd!" she shouted, the force of her outburst causing a brief surge of magic energy to crackle around her. She paced the room, her frustration palpable. She didn't want to deal with this. Not at all.

But that wasn't what was truly eating at her. What bothered her, what gnawed at her, was the way one single man, Ichigo Kurosaki, had gotten under her skin. She had barely spent any time with him, but in that brief moment, he'd somehow managed to lower her guard. Just like that. As if it were nothing. It infuriated her.

She clenched her fists, her eyes narrowing as she tried to shake the thoughts from her mind. 'Why him?'

Exhaling sharply, she forced herself to calm down. The surge of anger subsided, and she took a moment to center herself. "Fine," she muttered under her breath. If she had to do this, keep an eye on him, then she would. But the moment he was out of Hades' sight, the moment he no longer served a purpose...

She smirked darkly to herself, her aura growing colder, more dangerous. "You'll be as good as dead, Ichigo Kurosaki."

Standing outside Ultear's door, a girl with pink hair leaned casually against the wall beside it, her arms crossed. Her presence was unnoticed by Ultear, who was too absorbed in her thoughts.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," the girl spoke quietly, her voice carrying an anonymous tone, devoid of emotion, yet somehow tinged with something hard to place

- Slayer Sibling Home -

The group sat around the table, enjoying the well-deserved meal after a grueling day of training. The atmosphere was light, with idle chatter filling the room as everyone dug into their food. The sound of utensils clinking and the occasional laugh made for a welcome break in the midst of their intense schedules.

Suddenly, Ichigo sneezed, rubbing his nose quickly.

"Achoo!"

Wendy's eyes widened in concern. "Ichigo-nii, are you alright? Are you getting sick?"

Ichigo waved it off, barely glancing up. "Nah, I'm fine," he replied, brushing aside her worry with his usual nonchalant tone.

Carla, who had been sitting quietly, raised an eyebrow, her voice tinged with guilt. "Sorry, Ichigo, I hope I didn't get you sick."

Ichigo gave a short, amused chuckle. "Don't worry about it. I'm not sick." He looked at Grimmjow, who had been watching the exchange with mild interest.

Grimmjow, in his usual gruff manner, looked up from his food. "You better not be," he grunted, giving Ichigo a sharp glance. "We don't need you dragging us down."

Ichigo shot Grimmjow a deadpan look, his annoyance barely concealed. "I'm not sick, Grimmjow. Quit worrying about it."

Wendy wasn't so easily convinced. "But you were sneezing a lot, Ichigo-nii," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Carla chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Either you're sick... or someone's talking about you."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow, looking at her with mild suspicion. "What do you mean by that?"

Before Carla could answer, a knock at the door interrupted the moment. Wendy immediately stood up, eager to see who it was. "I'll get it!" she called, hurrying over to the door.

She opened it to reveal Chelia, a familiar face to everyone in the room.

"Chelia!" Wendy smiled brightly, her concern for Ichigo momentarily forgotten. She stepped forward and pulled the woman into a warm hug. "It's great to see you! Come in!"

Chelia returned the smile but her expression shifted to something more serious as she stepped inside. "Good evening, everyone," she greeted, her voice steady but carrying a weight of urgency. "I have news from the Master."

Ichigo's curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

Chelia's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. "It's about the Oración Seis," she said, drawing the room's full attention. The mood in the room shifted immediately, the casual atmosphere turning tense.

"What about them?" Grimmjow asked, his voice more serious now, his earlier amusement replaced by a grim focus. He swallowed the last bite of his food, his full attention now on Chelia.

"The time frame for dealing with the Oración Seis has been moved up," Chelia explained, her tone heavy. "You'll be facing them tomorrow."

The words hung in the air like a storm cloud. The room fell silent, and the tension was palpable.

"Tomorrow?" Wendy stammered, her voice trembling slightly in disbelief.

Ichigo's brow furrowed, his mind immediately running through the implications. "I thought we had more time," Carla murmured, her voice laced with concern as she looked at Chelia, her expression uneasy.

Chelia nodded, her face somber. "Originally, the mission was scheduled for later, but with the recent destruction of the Magic Council, the dark guild has decided to move forward with their plans much sooner than expected."

Ichigo sat back in his chair, his mind racing. He wasn't worried about facing the Oración Seis; he'd fought stronger opponents before. But the weight of everything else, the guild, the mission, the people they were helping,made his thoughts drift to darker places. What would become of Roubaul and the other spirits once Nirvana was destroyed? Would they be able to rest in peace, or would they remain lost, wandering this world? The thought gnawed at him. 'Am I helping souls find peace?' a light chuckle escaped his mouth he still is a substitute soul reaper through and through.

Meanwhile, Grimmjow stood up suddenly, his chair scraping against the floor. A wide grin spread across his face, and his excitement was evident.

"Finally, something interesting!" he said, his tone more upbeat than it had been all day. He seemed practically vibrating with energy. "I've been itching for a good fight. I'm excited!"

Wendy couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. "Only you, Grimm-nii, would be excited about something like this."

Grimmjow shrugged, unfazed by her comment. "What can I say? A good challenge's always welcome."

"Exactly," Carla said, her tone light but her eyes still clouded with worry. "It's what we've been training for."

Chelia nodded as she prepared to leave. "That's all the information I have for now," she said. "I'll be on my way."

With a final glance at the group, she turned and exited the room, leaving the others to process the news. The door closed with a soft click, and the group fell into a heavy silence.

Wendy, her expression thoughtful, looked at the others. "So… what now?" she asked, her voice breaking the quiet tension.

Grimmjow didn't hesitate, his expression hardening with determination. "One thing and one thing only." he said, his tone cold and serious. "We take down the Oración Seis." Ichigo's eyes flicked up to meet Grimmjow's, a silent understanding passing between them. They had their answer. The road ahead was clear.

Tomorrow will be the defeat and the destruction of Nirvana.

That's all for this chapter, I made this one short because I wanted to begin the Oracion Seis arc and finally get the ball rolling. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Also thanks for the positive reviews. Happy to know you guys are enjoying the story :)

Well bye!