I couldn't believe the insult. The nerve of Grimmjow. Right in front of me, the so-called "king of cool," strutting around all fierce and untouchable… refusing to let me ride him.
What? Riding Aizen was lame. Sure, he was my loyal dog, but seriously — riding Grimmjow would be way cooler. Sleek, fast, sharp claws, white fur… the ultimate beast to sit on. But no. He turned me down like I was some annoying fly.
So, revenge time.
I grinned beneath my half-bone mask and tapped into my new shiny Vasto Lorde skill, Realidad Imponente. The idea? Simple: turn Grimmjow into a female panther.
Why? Because:
It'd mess with him — a perfect prank.
My dog Aizen would finally get a chance to, uh, "make a move."
But I wasn't about to believe it myself — no way I'd convince myself Grimmjow was female. The power only works if you truly believe it. So, I had to trick myself.
Enter Shawlong, the "smartest" Bone Circle member, who looked about as bright as a wet bone but hey — he had a knack for creepy pendulums and hypnosis. Perfect.
I dragged Shawlong to the ruined throne room. "Make me believe Grimmjow is female. No questions."
He grinned like he just won a lottery and pulled out a dusty, spinning pendulum — some old Hueco Mundo trinket with weird carvings.
"Relax," Shawlong said, waving the pendulum in front of my eyes.
Everyone else just watched, dumbfounded, yawning, or doing whatever Bone Circle idiots do.
Aizen silently stalked behind Grimmjow, probably plotting something. Grimmjow just ignored it all with his usual "too cool to care" vibe.
The pendulum swung faster and faster, and I focused, willing my brain to accept the impossible.
"Grimmjow is female… Grimmjow is female…"
Shawlong's eyes twitched, sweat dripping down his skull-mask as the tension grew.
Suddenly — I felt it.
A strange calm washed over me.
Grimmjow… was female.
I blinked. I believed it.
Mission complete.
I smirked and flexed my claws.
Now, for the fun part.