Okay, now that Andrew Tate was dealt with, he could now focus on his brother. Hm, Sora's power was dropping by the second—something was wrong. It felt like he was fighting some form of very busted person.
Uryu could feel his brother getting slammed around like crazy; he could feel it. It was like some sort of link between him and his brother.
Deep within Uryu's soul, the tiny fragment of Sora's soul that was placed there—days, if not weeks or months in advance—was working its job like a maid would.
Uryu was getting stronger, and that was good, yet he couldn't help but feel his source of power weakening.
'Hang on, Sora...' Uryu thought to himself as he sped up even more. Sure, he might not be that helpful in a direct fight, but with his Schrift, he was like the perfect assist—providing heals, debuffs, and teleportation.
And with Sora's clones, he could teleport Sora practically anywhere his clones were on the battlefield. So even if he physically couldn't help, with his Schrift, he could provide some form of support.
As Uryu turned the corner, he fucking saw it...
Uryu skidded to a stop, adjusting his glasses with a sigh as he stared at Szayelaporro Granz, the absolute menace of an Espada standing before them.
Great. Just what I needed. A bargain-bin Mayuri with an ego problem.
Szayelaporro smirked, spreading his arms wide.
"I must say," he began, his tone as unbearably smug as expected, "I've studied you thoroughly, Quincy. You and all of your pathetic little friends. And in this very chamber, I have ensured that you will not be able to—"
Uryu tuned him out almost immediately.
Instead, he just... looked at Rukia.
Rukia... looked back.
A silent understanding passed between them.
Szayelaporro's smug grin faltered slightly. "What... are you doing?"
Rukia popped Bankai.
Uryu went straight into his incomplete Vollständig.
He was not going to waste time on this bum. He had a brother to help, dammit.
Szayelaporro blinked. "Wait—"
Before he could even finish processing what was happening, the entire room became an arctic nightmare.
Uryu snapped his fingers.
Moisture flooded the air—Elementarschöpfung twisting the very atmosphere into a frozen death trap.
Rukia's ice surged forward, expanding at impossible speeds, consuming every molecule of condensed moisture in the room.
Szayelaporro had no time to breathe. No time to monologue.
Just pure, immediate violence. No talk, just boxing.
He screeched, his hands moving wildly, trying to counter, but the combined assault of ice and Quincy precision left zero openings.
Uryu didn't even hesitate.
His azure wings flared, and as that was showcased, the man pulled out his bow. And just like Prime Von, shit started flying. He started blasting—100% accuracy. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He used his Schrift in order to make sure every arrow hit its mark. His arrows were point A, and the man was marked as point B.
Meaning that wherever his arrows would land, Szayelaporro would be. That was the most basic way of saying it—it was grossly oversimplified.
Szayelaporro barely managed to throw up a defense before the arrows—
Never reached him.
Instead—
A slim figure appeared between them.
Blocking the attack he was launching at Uryu in order to damage the boy.
Uryu narrowed his eyes. "What the—"
It was Nemu.
Mayuri's Nemu.
Standing calmly, her expression neutral as she stared down at Szayelaporro.
Szayelaporro's eyes widened in absolute shock. "You—how did you—"
Uryu scowled, lowering his bow slightly. "What the hell are you doing here?"
And how the fuck—
Nemu tilted her head slightly. "Assisting."
Uryu's brows furrowed. "Wait... Soul Society actually sent backup?"
What kind of world was this? Maybe if Orihime was captured, they would send help. She was a human, and Soul Reapers were the guardians of humans... Uryu wouldn't be surprised if some Soul Reapers hunted humans. That place smelled like corruption.
—
Now, let us switch our perspective to Chad.
Such a strong man probably would be fighting like a warrior and never be on his knees.
Chad lay flat on his ass.
Well, at least he wasn't on his knees this time.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, contemplating every life decision that led him to this moment.
Above him, Harribel stood, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.
Okay, it made sense why he was beaten. This was Harribel, Espada Number 3, and she had trained. Trained so much, in fact, that if it wasn't for the whole embodiment of the concept of war thing going on, she would be above the old skeleton.
Her Fracción loomed nearby, debating whether to kill him now or later.
"He's still breathing," Apacci pointed out. "Can I break something?"
"No," Harribel said, shutting that down immediately.
Apacci groaned. "Ugh, c'mon, we don't even have to kill him! Maybe just, like... maim him a little? Aizen only said to capture them. Didn't say they had to be fully intact."
Harribel shot her a look. "No."
Apacci threw up her hands. "Fine, fine, whatever."
But before they could even make another move—
Chad's body disappeared.
Gone.
Vanished.
Like a goddamn ghost.
Harribel's eyes widened slightly.
"...Where is he?"
Apacci froze. "What—wait, what? Where'd he go?!"
Mila Rose scanned the area. "What the hell just happened?"
—
Outside Las Noches
Chad reformed outside the palace, his breath heavy, his body still buzzing from the sensation.
He looked down at the small stone in his palm, the once-glowing artifact now dim and lifeless.
Sora was right.
He could do this.
The stone had been infused with Sora's Reiryoku, meant to be used only in emergencies.
And, well...
This definitely counted.
Bob's soul had reacted with Sora's Reiryoku. Yes, Sora called the soul Bob. For some reason, Mister Kisuke kind of chuckled at hearing Sora call it Bob.
Even said, "All hail the great Bob."
All hail the great Bob.
TWITCH
As Sora said it himself:
"The great Bob Kurosaki has blessed you with his power. Use it well."
"Hey, why the hell are you using my name?!"
"'Cause your mom took some Hollow BBC."
Water came out of Kisuke nose.
"The fuck you mean by that?!"
"Where you think that Hollow power came from?"
Urahara may or may not have had to separate them. Sora took a kick at annoying his friends—he found it fun.
A/N, what yall think of the chemistry?