1948 – (44 years after Gabriel's death and 1 year after he became king)
Gabriel's age: 63
Time elapsed since the last time skip: 28 years.
Kingdom age: 43
Military force: 300M
The average strength of an Arrancar: Third seat level
Strongest Sin: Nelliel
Strongest Horseman: Starrk
Strongest: Gabriel
Strongest Lesser Sin: Lucius
Strongest Nephilim: Lucius
Strongest Fullbringer/Malnacidos: Ryouma
The average strength of Fullbringers/Malnacidos: First seat/Lieutenant level.
It had been a few years. His army had been growing by the day. Granted, the average Fullbringer was stronger than the average Hollow—that was because, for every 100,000 Hollows, there was maybe one Fullbringer. So, you know, not that many Fullbringers to begin with. And the ones that did exist? They were pretty damn strong, especially after training in Hueco Mundo.
Fullbring was OP. Upon testing their strength against some Shinigami, most of them hovered around Lieutenant tier, with a handful dipping into Captain-class territory.
Ryouma was a different beast altogether. With his ability to negate damage, the man seemed to make aging a non-factor. Aging was just your cells dying, your body failing to keep up, and eventually shutting down—so he applied his Fullbring to himself. The man still looked roughly 28, even though he was actually 56.
With a 28-year-old daughter and an 8-year-old son.
(Yes, Ichigo was born in 1986, meaning the kid would be around 38 by then—old enough to have a kid. And yes, Ryouma is Aura's grandfather, for those who haven't figured it out.)
Gabriel had set up a branch in the Human World where Fullbringers could operate—give them more purpose and all that. Plus, not everyone wanted to live in Hueco Mundo. Even if its technology had surpassed everything on Earth, the place still looked like straight ass. Apart from Gabriel's territory, Hueco Mundo was a wasteland. No wonder they wanted the vibrant world.
Gabriel had been working his ass off to keep shit under control. Who the fuck told him being a good king was easy? He could now see why so many rulers became corrupt—being a shitty king was way easier than this.
But just the mere thought of turning into Barragan gave him the motivation to keep pushing forward. He wasn't a bum. He was better.
Anyway, over the past few decades, he had finally cracked the last of the Tres Bestia. Didn't take long, really. So hey, he now had four lovers.
Yeah, that was too much. But hey, two chocolates, one vanilla, and a princess vibe? It was fun.
As for their strength? They were monsters. And after some experimentation with dragons, he had created some Tailed Beasts and sealed those creatures somewhere inside them.
During the wars, he may or may not have had some Hollows on standby. Anytime a soldier died, they got hunted.(world wars,specifically world war 2).
That wasn't spawn camping. It was... strategic placement.
Fuck the balance of the world.
POV change to Ryouma.
The streets were quiet, the cool evening air carrying the faint hum of life as Ryouma Michibane stepped out of the shop, a small wrapped parcel in hand. It was a simple gift—something for his baby girl, Aiko.
Yes, she was 28. She was still his baby.
Even if she was married and had her own child.
Even if her husband was there.
Who cared about minor details?
His family was waiting. His wife. His daughter. His son.
But then—
His heart froze.
He felt them.
Shinigami.
And they were too close to his home.
Bringer Light
Was spammed that day.
As he approached, his stomach dropped.
An Arrancar—one of the ones tasked with guarding his family—lay on the ground, beaten and broken.
No.
No, no, no—
He rushed past, eyes locking onto the battlefield ahead.
And what he saw—
His world shattered.
Shinigami were dragging his wife's lifeless body toward a Senkaimon.
Alongside his daughter.
His son-in-law was barely clinging to life, body battered, bones shattered.
His breath caught.
His hands trembled.
His heart stopped.
Oh, fuck no.
He blitzed past the Shinigami, ripping his wife from their grasp.
He cradled her in his arms, shaking. "Hey... hey, baby, talk to me."
No response.
He pressed his forehead against hers, desperately trying to feel something.
But there was nothing.
No pulse.
No warmth.
Her soul felt... faint.
She was gone.
Something inside him snapped.
His Fullbring awakened.
"Danza del Juicio."
Everything around him froze.
The Shinigami moved to strike—but their blades passed through him, dealing no damage.
He was Obito before Obito came to be.
One of them tried a Kido spell—
It didn't work.
The very concept of "damage" was erased in his presence.
And then—
He slaughtered them.
Bankai? Didn't matter.
Kido? Useless.
He tore through them like they were nothing. Bones snapped, blades shattered, bodies collapsed under his fury.
"WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER?!" he roared.
A surviving Shinigami—an arrogant bastard, sneering despite his injuries—wiped blood from his lips and laughed.
"Her soul's already been sent to Soul Society," he sneered.
Ryouma's breath hitched.
No.
No, they couldn't—
"And as for the kid..." The Shinigami raised his bloody blade.
CRACK.
Ryouma's fist collapsed the man's skull.
No mercy. No hesitation.
Just pure, blinding rage.
His daughter's breath was weak, but she was still there.
His grandson—nowhere in sight.
The night was silent.
Ryouma knelt before his wife's body, hands clenched into fists, tears streaming down his face.
His wife was gone.
His baby son was...
No.
No, he couldn't think like that.
A shadow loomed beside him. One of the Arrancar bowed deeply.
"...I'm sorry," the Arrancar murmured. "I failed. We couldn't stop them. They had two Bankai users. Even if a Sin had been guarding her, it may not have—"
Ryouma barely heard him.
The Arrancar hesitated before speaking again. "...But she wanted me to save this."
He extended his arms.
A small bundle rested there.
Aiko's child.
He was alive.
Ryouma's breath hitched, hands trembling as he took him.
He was warm.
Tears fell onto the baby's face as Ryouma clutched him to his chest.
"I swear..." His voice cracked. "I'll protect you. I'll protect you with everything I have."
The Arrancar shifted. "...Your wife... she's not completely gone."
Ryouma's head snapped up.
"The seal you placed on her... it's keeping her soul from fully fading. But she's barely holding on." The Arrancar carefully placed a pill between her lips, trying to keep the last fragments of her soul intact. "She won't last long."
Desperation flared in Ryouma's chest.
He couldn't lose her too.
Then, he remembered.
Idle Transfiguration.
It allowed him to manipulate the soul of anything he touched.
"Open a Garganta." His voice was sharp. Unwavering. "Take me to His Majesty."
The Arrancar hesitated—then obeyed.
A black rift tore open before them.
And Ryouma ran.
Gabriel sat at his desk, finishing off some paperwork.
And then—
BOOM.
The throne room doors burst open, slamming against the walls.
Ryouma staggered inside, breath ragged, tears in his eyes.
He fell to his knees, cradling his wife.
"Please," he begged, voice cracking. "Save her."
Gabriel who was in the middle of filling some paperwork taller than him, he was 5'10 ish, could get taller or smaller, he chose this height for today.
However that didn't matter, his subordinate needed help, thus.
In a flash, he was beside them, hand hovering over her fading soul. His golden eyes darkened.
"She hasn't been dead long." His voice was firm, controlled. "I can heal her."
Ryouma felt his entire body sag with relief.
Gabriel pressed his palm against her chest.
Idle Transfiguration.
Reishi surged, gripping onto her fading existence, beginning the slow process of restoration.
But it wasn't enough.
Not yet.
"Nelliel."
A second later, Nel appeared, stepping forward.
Gabriel didn't even need to explain.
She placed a hand over the woman's heart, her voice absolute:
**"You shall not die."**
A burst of power surged through the room.
Ryouma watched as his wife's soul stabilized. It was still weak—still fragile—but...
She was alive.
Tears welled in his eyes.
"Thank you," he whispered, voice raw.
Gabriel stood, turning to him. He studied the Fullbringer for a long moment. Then, his voice turned cold.
"Who did this?"
Ryouma's fingers tightened around his sleeping daughter. His jaw clenched.
"...Soul Society."
The air in the throne room shifted.
A cold, dangerous presence spread from Gabriel. His expression darkened, his golden eyes burning with a silent fury.
"Soul Society is playing with the lives of my people."
His power flared.
"I can't let that shit slide."
Soul Society
Tokinada Tsunayashiro sat comfortably, sipping tea.
He looked annoyed.
The mission had failed.
Two Shinigami with overpowered Bankai. Several lieutenant-level officers. Kido specialists.
And yet, they couldn't retrieve one Fullbringer baby?
Pathetic.
To make matters worse, the woman's soul had vanished.
It was like something had pulled her back.
He sighed, swirling the tea in his cup.
Well.
He'd simply try again later.
After all—
It wasn't like his actions would have consequences.
Right?
His gaze would land on the boy, the boy had no real showcase that he was a fullbringer, hmph, maybe he should kill him, heh, maybe just wipe his memory or something, sad, he wanted to make the boy watch as he kill his mother, truly sad.
A/N... Well, good enough to start a war.
The next arc will be the war arc from 111 to 131, like 20 chapters.
Put your bet now, who is dying because yes, some captains will die, enough so that maybe Urahaha ban may be lifted, yes, its that bad.