Andrew Tate was prepared. He had felt that energy too. He knew what that meant. It meant whoever that poor fool was, he was probably getting his ass beat by Lord Aizen.
Such a shame. He wanted to cut down that Quincy with his own six hands. Wonder how it would feel—probably wouldn't even be able to taste his soul, since Quincy souls were so damn fragile to Hollow reiatsu.
Now, for him to act like the young master he was.
Nnoitra cackled, his long tongue flicking out in amusement. "Face it, your so-called 'friend' is probably getting his ass handed to him by Lord Aizen as we speak."
"Man... I was gonna let you live," Uryu sighed. He didn't want to kill this Hollow if he could avoid it.
The Hollow allowed him to flex his god-tier moves, so he wanted to let it live.
Yes, Andrew Tate should be referred to as "It." Any man who refers to women like that—and the same goes for women who act like that—didn't deserve to be called by their name. They deserved the title of "It."
So, he shall end this beast's suffering for It.
The Quincy reached into his coat pocket—
And squeezed.
The tiny spiritual bug in his grasp let out a faint crunching sound.
Nnoitra's entire body spasmed violently.
And then—
His ribs snapped inward. His spine twisted unnaturally. His left leg folded like a used napkin.
His jaw unhinged, his lungs collapsed, and his entire nervous system shut down all at once.
In a single instant, the Espada was left sprawled out on the floor, half-dead, his body crushed by an unseen force.
"Wait—" he choked, blood spilling from his mouth. "What... the fuck just happened?!"
Uryu adjusted his glasses, sliding the now-useless bug back into his pocket.
"I learned how to cheese from my brother."
Yes, Uryu had used his Schrift in this instant. Having a brother like Sora meant thinking outside the box was a requirement in order to not get pranked 24/7.
That bug he took earlier? It was for this reason. If he could just change point A and B... what if he crushed the bug, made it point A, and Nnoitra point B—then switched the damage done to them?
The bug would go back to being healthy while Nnoitra would be... semi-healthy.
And with that, he turned away, not even sparing Nnoitra another glance.
He had more important things to worry about.
He had to reach Sora.
—
Hueco Mundo – The Storm Above
The sky split apart.
Sora threw a goddamn bullet train at Aizen.
Like, a full-ass Tokyo Express Line bullet train, its sleek metal body blurring through the air as it hurtled straight toward the warlord.
Aizen—completely unfazed—tilted his head slightly, allowing the train to whiz past his face before it exploded into pure Reishi dust behind him.
Sora was already grinning, his hands glowing as he conjured something even bigger.
A fucking apartment complex.
Aizen's brow twitched.
He was, in fact, getting very creative with his Quincy creation. What next? Was he going to create a full plane or some shit?
Slam!
A 40-story building appeared mid-air, hurling toward him at Mach speed.
Aizen flicked his wrist, reducing the entire skyscraper to glimmering particles of Reishi before it even reached him.
His transcendent spiritual pressure crushed the building before it even reached him.
Sora nodded thoughtfully.
"Alright, alright," he muttered, raising a single hand—
And summoning a goddamn airplane.
A Boeing 747.
With fuel.
Engines still roaring.
Seats. Pilots. Passengers.
'Where did he even get that?'
Aizen frowned slightly, disintegrating the entire aircraft with a simple wave of his hand.
But the moment he did—
Sora grinned wildly.
And tossed a nuclear bomb at him.
"HERE COMES THE SUN!"
Those were the words out of Sora's mouth as what seemed to be an atomic nuke dropped inside Hueco Mundo.
KABOOM
The moment the bomb detonated, the entire landscape of Hueco Mundo shifted.
Sora rushed through the blinding explosion, appearing directly in front of Aizen, fist cocked back, wings flaring, and his Adaptation Wheel spinning at blinding speed.
Aizen raised a hand to block—
But the instant his Reishi formed a barrier—
Sora plundered it. Absolute Reishi domination for the win.
No spells could be used in this fight. Just hands and maybe sword strikes.
Though, it seemed like his connection with Kyoka Suigetsu was being severed.
The defense collapsed instantly—
And Sora's fist slammed straight into Aizen's face.
BOOOOOOOOM!
Aizen was sent careening through the sky, smashing through countless rock formations, warping the very air itself as he skidded to a stop.
But he wasn't fazed.
In fact—
He was smiling.
"This..." Aizen muttered, brushing specks of dust off his pristine robes. "This is proving to be a rather... satisfying engagement."
Being pushed this far kind of filled him with a new feeling, something he hadn't felt since Kaede. Like mother, like son. Both of them seemed to possess the power to rival him.
The void that was his emptiness was beginning to fill back up.
Sora didn't care.
He flashed forward, gripping Aizen by the torso, his Reishi-draining hands tearing through the former Captain's defenses.
And then—
He tried to rip him in half.
Yes... he was out for blood.
Aizen stared at him.
And then—
The world shifted.
The atmosphere itself twisted, Reishi vibrated, and an impossible weight filled the air.
Sora's Adaptation Wheel spun like crazy, clicking, grinding, desperately adjusting to the change.
Aizen's smile grew.
His fingers twitched.
And then—
He spoke, the word that came out of his mouth the wet dream of so many fans.
.
.
.
.
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"Bankai."
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