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Hueco Mundo, Las Noches
Aizen Sōsuke sat upon his towering white throne, gazing down at Ulquiorra Cifer and Inoue Orihime standing beside him.
"Lord Aizen, I have brought back Orihime as instructed," Ulquiorra reported, kneeling on one knee, his voice calm and respectful.
"Well done, Ulquiorra," Aizen replied, nodding in satisfaction as he looked down at them.
The surrounding Arrancar in the grand hall cast curious glances at Orihime. They wondered what made this human girl so special that Aizen had personally ordered Ulquiorra to retrieve her.
"I've heard that your plan has failed once again."
A cold, indifferent voice echoed through the hall. Stepping forward with an air of detachment was Jugram Haschwalth, his gaze steady as he regarded Aizen, who remained seated upon his throne.
"So, it's you, Haschwalth. Have you still not learned the etiquette of coexisting with your allies?" Aizen asked, his expression unreadable, his voice carrying a hint of amusement rather than irritation.
"This place reeks of Hollow stench... utterly repulsive."
Another voice sounded from behind Haschwalth, followed by a figure appearing at the hall's entrance. A young man with short black hair, dark eye shadow, and deep circles under his eyes strode forward, a bolo tie around his neck.
This was Gabriel, wielder of the Schrift "Q" from the Sternritter.
"Watch your mouth, Quincy!" a burly Arrancar growled, stepping forward aggressively. "If you keep talking like that, I'll rip you apart right now!"
Tension crackled in the air as the two sides glared at each other.
Aizen, observing everything with his usual composed demeanor, showed no signs of concern. Orihime, standing silently, turned to glance at the newcomers. Her eyes widened slightly upon noticing their attire—it bore a striking resemblance to Ishida Uryū's Quincy uniform.
"Tch. I can't stand this foul air any longer. I'm leaving."
Gabriel shot a disdainful glance around the hall before turning on his heel and walking away. Haschwalth lingered a moment, casting a long, meaningful look at Aizen before speaking.
"I trust that our alliance will prove successful this time. I'm leaving as well."
With those words, Haschwalth turned and departed. The tension in the hall eased slightly, though the Arrancar who had stepped forward moments ago still seethed with anger. He quickly made his way to the center of the hall, knelt on one knee, and respectfully addressed Aizen.
"Lord Aizen, those Quincies—"
Before he could finish, an overwhelming spiritual pressure filled the hall, silencing him instantly. He bowed his head, not daring to speak further.
Aizen's gaze swept across the room before he slowly rose from his throne and descended the steps, his voice smooth and composed.
"As you can see, we have but one true enemy... Yhwach."
His words resonated through the hall.
"Though we have lost a few powerful comrades, there is no need for confusion or panic. Now that we have allied with the Sternritter, we must remain steadfast. Return to your respective quarters and conduct yourselves as always—without arrogance, without haste."
His eyes glinted as he stepped forward.
"Simply remain in your positions and wait for the enemy to come. No matter what happens, follow me."
He paused, then spoke with absolute conviction.
"Because before us, there is no defeat."
His words carried an undeniable authority, as though they were not mere encouragement but absolute truth. The Arrancar felt a surge of determination, bowing deeply in response.
Aizen turned and strode out of the hall, making his way onto the vast, open rooftop of Las Noches. His golden-brown eyes shimmered under the moonlit sky, but for the first time, his expression darkened.
A shadow loomed within his mind—a presence like a nightmare.
Seireitei, First Division Headquarters
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni slowly opened his eyes. Surveying the assembled captains before him, he spoke in a deep, authoritative voice.
"It has been several months since Aizen's defection. Much has transpired in the world during this time."
His piercing gaze swept the room before he continued.
"We have recently confirmed that Aizen is moving to exert influence over Karakura Town. However, while we all know another has defected from Soul Society, even Aizen must tread carefully around his power. He will not act recklessly."
The captains remained silent, listening intently.
"For now, I have dispatched Hitsugaya Tōshirō as the vanguard to Hueco Mundo. In a few days, more captains will be sent to the front lines. Tomorrow, we will finalize the roster."
As Yamamoto's words settled over the room, the captains responded in unison.
"Yes, Head Captain!"
With a sharp thud, Yamamoto struck the floor with his cane. His voice rang out once more.
"The meeting is adjourned!"
Chōjirō Sasakibe immediately followed as Yamamoto turned to leave. The captains dispersed in small groups, some exchanging quiet words while others walked alone in deep thought.
Unohana Retsu exited in silence, a complicated expression flickering across her face. For a moment, she hesitated, biting her lip before turning back in the direction she had come, as though making a decision.
Meanwhile, high above the Seireitei, a lone figure descended through the thick mist. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes as he caught sight of someone emerging from the shadows.
A young girl with long black hair tied into twin tails, dressed in a short black skirt, stood before him with a playful smile.
"Master~"
Upon seeing him, she leaped forward, landing lightly beside him, her voice sweet and affectionate.
Aaron stared at the girl beside him, struggling to reconcile her appearance with what he had envisioned. He had always imagined a beastly, gluttonous entity—a monstrous figure of raw, unrestrained power.
But standing before him was a petite, cheerful girl who seemed anything but.
This stark contrast between expectation and reality left him momentarily speechless.
"Master, what's wrong? Do you not like how I look?"
She pouted, grabbing onto his arm and shaking it gently, acting playfully spoiled.
Aaron let out a helpless sigh, smiling bitterly as he continued his conversation with her.
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