"Isn't it normal for people to grow laser cannons on their shoulders?" Su Xiuyu shrugged, his voice calm, almost bored. "Or are you just shocked by things you've never seen before? Come on—some people have foxes sealed in their guts, some are literally born sun gods, and others have three different bloodlines. You're just inexperienced."
The leopard-shaped Adjuchas twitched with irritation. Su Xiuyu could tell—this one had a personality. The kind of hot-headed Hollow that might actually be fun to mess with.
"I don't know what nonsense you're spouting," the leopard snarled, "but you'll pay the price for underestimating me, human!"
A crimson Cero gathered in the Hollow's throat and launched with explosive force toward Su Xiuyu.
"Shinra Tensei."
The wave of repulsive force erupted around Su Xiuyu's body, effortlessly obliterating the incoming Cero midair. The explosion dispersed into harmless red sparks.
The leopard Adjuchas froze in disbelief. "Impossible! That was a high-tier Cero! How could it be neutralized so easily?!"
His claws dug into the sand, muscles twitching with tension. "What the hell are you?! You have a human's aura!"
"You talk too much." Su Xiuyu raised his hand. "Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!"
A small wooden serpent erupted from the sand beneath him. It slithered through the air, expanding with chakra as it spiraled forward, growing larger and more menacing by the second. Within moments, the wooden dragon towered over the battlefield, easily dwarfing the leopard Adjuchas.
The creature pounced forward, its long, twisting body coiling around the Hollow. Despite his fierce resistance—tearing, biting, clawing—the wooden dragon regenerated faster than he could destroy it. The chakra flowing through it constantly repaired the damage.
Of course, the leopard had no chakra himself. Every drop came from Su Xiuyu. But even as a clone, Su Xiuyu's reserves were vast. For the moment, he had more than enough fuel to maintain the jutsu.
After nearly ten minutes of struggle, the leopard Adjuchas was completely restrained—immobilized by coils of living wood.
Still, his blue feline eyes burned with rage and defiance. The technique may have held him physically, but mentally? He wasn't beaten yet.
Su Xiuyu noticed that. "You're not convinced?" he asked casually. "You've got that look in your eyes—like you still think this is a fluke."
"I don't need your pity!" the leopard growled. "Just kill me already!"
"Oh, relax. I'm not Zhuge Liang. I don't have time to capture you seven times to earn your loyalty."
Su Xiuyu crouched in front of the bound beast. "You've got a name, don't you? A Adjuchas at your level should've developed a sense of identity."
The leopard's eyes narrowed. "…Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Remember it, human. And don't think you've won. Release me and we'll go again!"
Su Xiuyu blinked in amusement. "Ge Rokuzako, huh? No wonder you're so cocky."
Grimmjow's eye twitched. "What did you just call me?"
"Rokuzako. That's what I'm calling you now."
The realization hit Su Xiuyu like a wave of nostalgia. So this is Grimmjow—cocky, reckless, and arrogant to the core. He always had that smug expression, like he was the main character in his own personal anime. And somehow, he still ended up the sixth Espada—the old man at the kids' table.
"Don't come at me again," Su Xiuyu warned, standing tall. "If I wasn't in a good mood today, you'd already be mulch. You're talking big for someone who got owned by a clone. You're a nobody trying to bark in front of a Vasto Lorde. You should be kneeling."
"You—! I'll kill you, human! I'll rip out your throat!"
Exactly as expected. Su Xiuyu had poked the beast, and the beast had snapped.
He laughed. Not out of mockery—but out of genuine enjoyment. "Hahaha! Man, provoking you in person feels better than watching it in a show. You're exactly how I imagined you."
Powerful, proud, and completely infuriating.
Ever since reaching his current strength plateau, Su Xiuyu had been feeling restless. There wasn't much left that could challenge him. But watching Grimmjow throw tantrums like an angry cat? That was entertainment.
Harribel blinked. She didn't understand what was so funny, but tried to imitate his joy anyway—stretching her lips into what she assumed was a smile and letting out a mechanical laugh.
It was… unsettling.
"Harribel, no," Su Xiuyu said, trying not to laugh even harder. "That's not how you smile. Your face is doing this weird... thing."
He walked over and placed both hands gently on her brown cheeks, manipulating her expression like a sculptor shaping clay. "Here. Pull the corners up. Relax the eyes. There you go. Now try again."
Meanwhile, Grimmjow thrashed and roared helplessly within the Wood Dragon's grip.
"Alright, Ge Rokuzako," Su Xiuyu declared, standing atop the dragon's coils. "From now on, you're my mount."
"WHAT?! I am the great Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez! A noble Adjuchas! I will NEVER be a mount to some ugly, arrogant human!"
"You sure?"
"Don't push me!"
"What if I do? What then, huh? Face it, —you're still weak."
And with that, Su Xiuyu summoned Susanoo.
The ethereal warrior roared to life, its glowing armor swirling with chakra. For the next seven days, Su Xiuyu made it his personal mission to "train" Grimmjow using increasingly creative, borderline sadistic techniques. He rotated between Susanoo, Wood Release bindings, taijutsu sparring, and even psychological tactics.
Grimmjow resisted. Then cursed. Then resisted some more.
But in the end, he broke.
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez—the mighty Adjuchas —was now a glorified Hollow steed.
He sulked as he dragged Su Xiuyu and Harribel across Hueco Mundo, a massive wooden house built on his back. The house, crafted with precision from Wood Release, was large enough for both Su Xiuyu and Harribel to relax inside, drink tea, and continue her "emotion lessons."
"Why are you even doing this?" Grimmjow muttered one day, hauling the house through the dunes like a disgraced parade float.
"Because I'm bored," Su Xiuyu replied cheerfully. "And you're interesting."
To be fair, life in Hueco Mundo had improved. It was still bleak, empty, and soul-crushing—but now there were occasional roars of protest, random Hollow attacks, and Grimmjow's exaggerated melodrama. That was something.
Grimmjow's life, however, had become a living nightmare.
Whenever he tried to challenge another Hollow and lost focus on his "mount duties," Su Xiuyu would appear out of nowhere, beat him into the sand, and remind him—gently but firmly—that there were consequences for disobedience.
After a few painful lessons, Grimmjow started choosing his battles more wisely.
At least for now.
But deep down, Su Xiuyu knew. The fire in Grimmjow hadn't gone out. It was merely coiled—waiting. The moment the cat got stronger, he'd try again.
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After a full month in Hueco Mundo, even Su Xiuyu—usually calm and composed—found himself itching to leave. The endless monotony of this world, filled with white sand, eternal night, and suffocating silence, was soul-draining. Even as a wooden clone, he had his own thoughts, desires, and sense of purpose.
And that purpose didn't involve staying in this godforsaken desert.
Before his chakra fully ran dry, Su Xiuyu was determined to reach the real world. Only there could he pursue what truly mattered to him.
The biggest obstacle? Space travel.
Back in his own world, Su Xiuyu was a master of space-based ninjutsu and dimensional magic. He could bend the very laws of reality with enough preparation. But here, in the realm of the Shinigami—where the rules of space, spirit, and soul were fundamentally different—he had no anchor. No coordinates. No known exits.
He tried repeatedly, breaking open dimensional barriers with brute force, but every time he peered into the void... it was just that. A void. Cold, empty, endless. A place where even his clone's sturdy form might vanish into oblivion.
And while losing a clone wasn't a big deal in theory, this world was tied too closely to the soul. Any careless mistake here could leave a lingering scar—even on the original.
Then, finally, today brought a stroke of luck.
A newly formed Hollow had just slipped through from the human world into Hueco Mundo. The dimensional gate hadn't fully closed. A window—small, unstable, but still open.
"Well, that's convenient," Su Xiuyu muttered, eyes lighting up. "Been waiting long enough. Let's go, Rokuzako!"
Before Grimmjow could protest or even understand what was happening, Su Xiuyu spun around and delivered a casual kick to his gut, sending the leopard-faced Hollow sprawling into the sand.
Grabbing Harribel's hand, Su Xiuyu dove into the space crack. In an instant, the white void gave way to pure darkness, then swirling chaos.
And then—light.
The wooden clone and Harribel emerged in the real world, their feet landing gently on concrete. City lights flickered in the distance, traffic buzzed faintly, and buildings stretched toward the sky.
Su Xiuyu exhaled, smiling in relief. "Finally. Goodbye, Hueco Mundo... Hello, civilization."
But joy quickly turned to alarm.
Harribel's spiritual pressure, unrestrained and vast, exploded outward like a shockwave. Within seconds, the city's spiritual ecosystem collapsed. Birds scattered, sensitive souls fainted, and weak spiritual barriers crumbled.
"Harribel!" Su Xiuyu barked. "Reel in your pressure! Now!"
Startled, Harribel blinked. Then, realizing the devastation around her, she quickly gathered her energy, pulling it back like a tidal wave retreating from the shore.
The city seemed to breathe again.
"I'm... sorry, Xiuyu. Did I do something wrong?" she asked softly.
Su Xiuyu shook his head. "No. It's my fault. I brought you here without preparation."
Harribel was still dressed in her usual scant, battle-worn armor—something that would've drawn far too much attention, had she been visible to normal humans. To remedy that, Su Xiuyu had draped his own black robe over her. But upon remembering that most humans couldn't perceive spirits or Hollows, he realized the gesture had been mostly symbolic.
Still, it looked better.
Unbeknownst to them, the brief flare of Harribel's energy hadn't gone unnoticed.
Across Naruki City and Karakura Town, alarm bells rang—in the hearts of those with spiritual awareness.
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"Tsukishima, did you feel that?"
Ginjo Kūgo's voice was unusually tense.
Tsukishima Hidekuro, standing beside him on a rooftop, nodded grimly. "It wasn't just a fluctuation... That was monstrous. A spiritual pressure that could smother an entire district in a blink."
Ginjo clenched his jaw. "Feels like a Hollow. But not your average beast. That's something that'd rule over Hueco Mundo."
Tsukishima's voice dropped lower. "A Hollow stronger than a captain... You think it's here for us?"
Both men fell silent, their expressions uneasy. For all their bravado, even Ginjo Kūgo—a former Shinigami substitute—knew when to tread lightly.
"We're not getting involved," Ginjo finally said. "That thing didn't come for us. If anything, Soul Society should be panicking right about now."
Tsukishima smirked, though it lacked warmth. "Agreed. Let the Gotei 13 clean up their own mess."
Despite his confidence and hidden trump cards, Ginjo understood his limits. While he looked down on most Shinigami—seeing many as arrogant and weak—he had no illusions about captain-level monsters. Especially the veterans.
Worse yet, if Soul Society ever caught wind of his location and his betrayal, the punishment wouldn't be kind. The Central 46, with their bloated pride and rigid laws, would crucify him.
They were like the Celestial Dragons in that other world—privileged parasites clinging to power. Useless and dangerous.
Except even the Celestial Dragons weren't that detached from reality. Well... maybe they were. It was a close contest.
Regardless, both Ginjo and Tsukishima decided to lay low for a while.
If that spiritual pressure appeared again, they'd vanish before Naruki City turned into a battlefield.
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Meanwhile, far off in Karakura Town…
Inside a small shop adorned with wind chimes and bamboo blinds, Kisuke Urahara lay lazily on his rocking chair, sipping tea under the warm glow of the midday sun.
Then it hit him.
An oppressive force, crashing through the spiritual atmosphere like a cannonball.
His eyes snapped open. That's not a regular Hollow. That's captain-class... No. Stronger. Much stronger.
He stood up slowly, setting down his teacup with care.
Normally, Hollows of that level didn't bother entering the human world. They gained nothing from it. Human souls were too weak to sustain their vast spiritual appetites. It was like asking a lion to survive on breadcrumbs.
That's why such Hollows stayed in Hueco Mundo. Where the food chain was cruel, but at least the meals were fitting.
But now... one had crossed over.
Not just any Hollow, either. A presence that warped the environment just by existing. Unnatural. A deviation from the norm.
"Troublesome," Kisuke muttered. "Very troublesome."
Still, that never stopped him before.
Despite knowing the odds might be stacked, Urahara Kisuke did what he always did—step into the unknown with a grin.
Donning his signature green-and-white striped hat and wooden clogs, he called out toward the store.
"Ururu, Jinta! Watch the shop for me, alright? I'll be stepping out."
"Manager, when will you be back?"
"No idea! Don't wait on me for dinner. Eat without me!"
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