We were sprinting away from the wreckage of Baraggan's castle, the eerie green glow of Spike o Sensei fading behind us. The air was thick with dust and the scent of burnt bone, but honestly? None of us cared much for subtleties. We were idiots, all of us—my passive skill did that, but hey, it made life... interesting.
Grimmjow led the way, claws scraping the cracked ground as he darted ahead with reckless confidence. Behind him, Aizen shuffled along quietly, eyes locked on Grimmjow's back like a lost puppy chasing a butterfly. Everyone except Grimmjow noticed it, and no one said a word—well, except for Yammy, who grunted once.
"Hey, Grimmy," Yammy said, scratching his head and looking sideways at Aizen, "you think that weirdo's gonna catch you one day? Maybe you should slow down a bit."
Grimmjow just hissed, flashing a sharp-toothed grin over his shoulder. "If he wants to catch me, he better learn to run faster."
Aizen's ears twitched, and he took another step, sticking even closer to Grimmjow's tail.
I glanced at the group. Yammy was trailing behind, still bigger than anyone else but panting like a dog that ran after a car and lost. The Bone Circle were all bickering about the best way to avoid cactus spikes or whether they should eat the weird glowing mushrooms growing near the cracked earth. Typical idiots.
Suddenly, Grimmjow skidded to a halt beside a rock, baring his teeth as if he'd spotted something. "This way. I smell Hollow bait."
Yammy groaned. "Great. More idiot traps."
We followed Grimmjow's lead, weaving through jagged ruins and thorny bushes that Spike o Sensei's roots hadn't yet touched. The air was still heavy, but the lack of sunlight made the whole place feel like eternal twilight — perfect for idiots like us to wander around without tripping over our own feet.
"Oi, you lot," I called, "focus! Baraggan's not gonna wait forever, and I'm not in the mood to get cactus-pinned again."
Grimmjow smirked, flicking his tail. "Yeah, yeah. Lead us to safety, Boss Idiot."
I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Aizen shuffled closer to Grimmjow, who barely spared him a glance. The way Aizen followed him was like a lost kid trying to find his mom in a crowd — except everyone else saw it and just shrugged, pretending it was normal.
We stopped by a large pile of rubble. Grimmjow leaned against it, looking smug. "Alright, what's the plan? Sit here and wait for Baraggan to bust out? Or should we find a better hideout?"
Yammy cracked his knuckles. "I vote smash anything that moves and run."
I smirked. "Classic Yammy plan. I like it."
The Bone Circle erupted in chaos as they started arguing about who should lead, what to eat, and whether Spike o Sensei's roots were edible (no one was sure).
I shook my head, half amused, half exhausted. This was Hueco Mundo, where idiots ruled and cactus was king.
But one thing was clear—whatever happened next, we were going to make a mess of it. And honestly? That sounded perfect.