"How did I end up in this hellhole?!"
Floating in the air above the endless white desert, Qiye frowned, using repulsion to stay airborne as he scanned the horizon.
Even with the vision of the Rinnegan, he couldn't see the end of it. Just miles and miles of white sand—Hueco Mundo seemed truly endless.
Earlier, while traveling through the black cavity, he had randomly chosen a spot to teleport using Hollow abilities.
He didn't expect to land in a place like this.
No Espada in sight. Not even a glimpse of Las Noches.
"Whatever... I'll just treat it like a little vacation."
Shaking his head, Qiye continued flying forward, absorbing spiritual energy as he moved.
The spiritual energy of the Shinigami world carried the essence of Shinigami, while the energy here in Hueco Mundo was filled with Hollow aura. As he absorbed more of it, he could feel the Hollow energy mixing with his own inner power.
His eyes began to heat up.
After flying for a few hours, Qiye suddenly stopped mid-air.
He blinked in surprise.
"Kamui...?"
It seemed that after absorbing so much Hollow energy, a new ability had awakened within his Sharingan—no, his Rinnegan.
Although it wasn't Tengai Shinsei or Infinite Tsukuyomi, this was still powerful. It might even be his ticket back to Soul Society.
Excited, Qiye glanced around, eager to test this newly awakened Kamui ability.
Just then, a roar echoed from the distance.
In the white desert, hundreds of Menos Grande appeared, their massive figures looming with pale masks and empty holes in their chests. They charged toward Qiye, their eyes filled with hunger.
"Spiritual pressure... it smells like a Shinigami!"
"He smells strong... if I devour him, I might evolve into a Gillian... or even an Adjuchas!"
"Get out of my way! He's mine!"
Dozens of greedy voices echoed across the desert as the Hollows rushed in.
The number and awareness of these Menos showed just how dangerous Hueco Mundo really was.
But instead of fear, Qiye grinned. He had been worrying about how slow it was to absorb spiritual energy—and now it was coming straight at him.
In the shocked eyes of the charging Menos Grande, Qiye suddenly shot forward like a black meteor.
A few seconds later, the Menos reacted and rushed in to attack.
Qiye's eyes shifted from Rinnegan to Mangekyō Sharingan. He calmly stared at the closest Hollow and muttered:
"Kamui."
In an instant, the space around the Hollow twisted like a spiral.
The Menos Grande's body warped and vanished—swallowed whole by the distortion of space.
It was as if reality itself had bitten him out of existence.
The rest of the Menos hesitated, sweat forming beneath their masks.
But Qiye wasn't done.
"Kamui!"
"Kamui!"
"Kamui!"
Again and again, space twisted and tore, creating swirling voids that swallowed the Hollows.
Hollows are beings of emptiness and greed—but even they trembled in fear. They forgot their hunger and tried to flee.
"Stop right there—Amaterasu!"
Qiye's eyes flared again. The black flames of Amaterasu erupted around him, forming a burning wall.
It gave off no heat, but no Hollow could pass through it. Anything that touched it was instantly set ablaze.
Qiye licked his lips and casually walked forward.
After finishing off the last of the Menos Grande, he noticed something strange.
A little Menos girl, no taller than his knee, was standing nearby.
Meanwhile, in Las Noches...
(TLnote-i swear these are random places in mexico)
Inside the palace of the Hollows, Aizen Sōsuke sat on his throne like a god surveying his kingdom.
Below him stood rows of Arrancar and Menos Grande, waiting silently. Beside the throne, Ichimaru Gin stood quietly, his usual smirk nowhere to be seen.
Both men still looked annoyed as they remembered what had happened earlier.
As captains of Soul Society and rulers of Hueco Mundo, they had been forced to retreat through the black cavity—slashed multiple times by that human.
If they had stayed even a few seconds longer, they might have been cut down completely.
"That human..." Aizen muttered, eyes narrowed in thought.
He turned to Ulquiorra, who was kneeling before him.
"Well? Have you found him yet?"
Ulquiorra Cifer stepped forward from the shadows.
With short, jet-black hair, deathly pale skin, and piercing green eyes beneath heavy lids, his face was marked by a dark green tear-like streak running down each cheek—an eerie and unmistakable trait. Engraved into his left chest was the number 4, boldly signifying his rank among the Espada.
Cold, emotionless, and composed as always, he responded to Aizen's question in his usual flat tone:
"Lord Aizen, I've searched every corner of the sector under my control. There are no traces of the human intruder."
The other Arrancar and Menos Grande present nodded in agreement.
Aizen Sōsuke sat silently atop his obsidian throne, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as he absorbed the report.
Then, in a tone as calm as it was chilling, he spoke:
"Continue the search. If that man appears again… I want all Espada to engage him. Together."
A heavy silence fell across the chamber.
Shock rippled through the ranks of the Arrancar. For Lord Aizen, the man who overthrew Baraggan and seized control of Hueco Mundo with nothing but his intellect and overwhelming strength, to request all Espada to act in unison—it was unprecedented.
Even their Resurrección, the Espada's final form, was capable of leveling cities. And yet Aizen deemed it necessary to combine their strength?
The Espada exchanged glances, quietly realizing just how seriously Aizen viewed Nanaya.
Ulquiorra nodded, unfazed.
The others remained silent.
But not Grimmjow.
With a loud snort, the blue-haired Espada stepped out of line, arms crossed, a defiant glint in his eyes.
"Tch. Aizen... are you that scared of those two? Don't tell me you can't handle them yourself?"
The chamber went still.
Every Arrancar turned to stare—some in disbelief, others in awe of Grimmjow's boldness.
Hundreds of years ago, Aizen had arrived in Hueco Mundo with Gin and Kaname, crushed Baraggan, and assumed the throne. Since then, he had engineered hundreds of Arrancar, created the Espada, and held absolute control.
But now... Grimmjow's words stirred silent doubts.
Had Aizen's power waned?
Even Baraggan, standing silently among the gathered Espada, narrowed his eyes. A faint killing intent flickered in his gaze as his hand moved to grip his Zanpakutō.
If Aizen showed the slightest sign of weakness...
He would not hesitate.
Yet under the weight of all eyes, Aizen remained composed.
He spoke, his voice low and razor-sharp:
"Don't misunderstand. That man's abilities are... unique. He's troublesome—not because he's stronger than me, but because his powers disrupt the natural laws. That's why I want cooperationm, Efficiency, not fear."
Then, his eyes turned cold as they locked onto Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow… was that a provocation?"
As he raised his right hand, a wave of invisible spiritual pressure swept through the chamber.
"I'll teach you a lesson. One you won't forget."
Grimmjow's eyes flared with madness.
He drew his Zanpakutō in a flash of blue Reiatsu, his voice booming:
"Grind, Pantera!"
With a wild howl, his form exploded into power.
Blue fur, claws, and fangs—Grimmjow's transformation into his Resurrección form shook the very foundations of Las Noches. The floor cracked beneath the weight of his unrestrained spiritual pressure.
On all fours, he snarled like a feral beast and lunged forward, faster than lightning.
But Aizen didn't move.
He didn't need to.
"Bakudō #63: Sajō Sabaku."
Chains of golden light appeared out of thin air, coiling around Grimmjow in an instant before he could even strike.
His movement halted mid-air.
The bindings wrapped tighter, and in the next moment—
SPLASH!
A burst of crimson erupted.
Grimmjow's left arm was ripped clean off, flying through the air in a trail of blood.
Gasps echoed throughout the chamber.
Not a single Arrancar had seen Aizen's hand move. It was as if Grimmjow's arm had torn itself apart under the weight of divine judgment.
The blood splashed onto the white floor of Las Noches, staining it in vivid red.
Silence followed.
Everyone present—Arrancar, Espada, and even Baraggan—felt a chill crawl down their spines.
This was the power of Aizen Sōsuke.
Unquestionable. Untouchable.
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