The recent events made Guerra realized, that the surface is filled with the strongest of hollows (and also made him realize that he was too ambitious). So he decided to fill out orders to every department there was.
The Empire's Defense Force/Defensa Del Imperio was tasked to train themselves and prove themselves in combat by holding some sort of competition.
We cut to the Northern ciudad capital, we see that the it's filled to the brim with thousands upon thousands of soldiers with the rank of: footsoldier, teniente, sargento, and comandante. (I realized that it's actually "comandante~")
We cut to a location in the city, an underground fighting arena, with the villagers being the audience. They are protected with a see through reishi made barrier in order for them to not sustain damage. Meanwhile Guerra watches in a royal box he thinks about the event he established.
"This should be a good way to redo and replace the ranks of the Commandantes, plus, it's gonna put on a great show. I just hope that they put up a flashy fight and convince the locals to join the military...."
A referee announces the rules.
Lets say.... If 2 hollows are competing for the rank of Comandante (or any other rank except for footsoldiers), and if hollow 1 wins and hollow 2 losses. Hollow 1 will be given a higher rank than hollow 2 when they are assigned to be a Comandante.
The main part of the arena is the battlefield. It's size and width and height is 100 meters and without a roof. The floor is filled with sand from the surface. The only 2 ways to get in or out the battlefield, you have to go through a security door, Adjuchas and hollows that are hired as security are meant to stop the fighters from killing each other. The other way to going out of battlefield is by going in the 2 fighter doors that are in the opposite side of each other and leads to a training room for the fighters to practice.
We see a brown bulky adjuchas with the height of 6'7ft, practicing his punches in the training room.
His name is François Archambeau.
Flashback*
He was an Adjuchas that roamed the desert, he was a proud and honorable fighter within the land, he was a legend throughout. He dreamed of becoming a Vasto Lorde
One time, when he battled one. The Vasto Lorde slashes his chest vertically, all the way to his hip. François drops to the ground in pain, grunting.
"NGngghhhHhh."
The Vasto Lorde says with dissatisfaction.
"You weak ignorant sub hollow. You thought you could win against someone clearly out fo your league?! Pathetic!!! Look at you! Your foolishness has finally come to bite you back. You're no longer able to become a Vasto Lorde! (turns around.)
I am just going to leave you here to rot. There is no honor in killing insects!"
François survives, but his pride was shattered.
It was deep scar for François physically and mentally.
He thought about that day while training but it brought him terrible memories.
It made him cringe and ultimately break the punching dummy by punching it hard.
"Shit... I gotta stop remembering those times.... I'll be at a disadvantage for the upcoming battle when I fail to focus."
At the other door of the battlefield. We are introduced to a Gillian-class arrancar, named "Wilfred Durchdenwald.", he is wearing a white sleeveless shirt, white pants, wearing bandages in his fists, and a brown torn cloak, and with a slim muscular body. He has brown eyes, black hair, has ponytail and has bangs that covers his face. And his height is around 5'8.
Flashback*
Back before he became an arrancar. He had a Gillian friend that has gained individuality and dominated a body of a Gillian like him. Aldouz, his friend, was always there to save him, Wilfred was always beaten up by other hollows. Adjuchas, Gillians and sometimes even base hollows. Even with the fact that Wilfred was weaker than him and was a burden, Aldouz was still willing to be his friend till the very end as they both know that they are nothing without each other.
One time, they were wandering around the forest, trying to find Gillians to fight.
Aldouz spots a Gillian.
"Hey, over there! A Gillian! Stay here, I'll try to weaken em' and you eat him."
Wilfred agrees.
Aldouz approaches the Gillian only to be ambushed by Calveros, leader of the East, and his men. Looking to satiate their thirst of blood.
Before Aldouz could react. Calveros decapitates him by swiping his arms on his neck, killing him instantly.
Wilfred's eyes widened as his close dear friend's corpse begins to slowly dissipate into reishi.
Calveros turns to Wilfred and commanded his team of hollows consisting of 10, to attack him.
"I want you to kill that Gillian! GO!!"
All 10 of them started to charge up at him.
Wilfred, in an act of desperate suicide, he started to rip off his mask. Instead, spiritual aura made of spiritual energy emerged near Wilfred. As a result, it turned Wilfred into an arrancar, he now has his old body back, a mask that covers only his nose, naked, a sword and a decent amount of reiatsu.
He slaughtered all of the hollows in a blink of an eye.
Calveros cowers in fear and runs away.
He falls down on his knees and screamed in agony as he is left alone.
Aldouz?... Aldouz?!.... NGRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!.....
I'm sorry that I tried to kill myself... You wouldn't want that from me.... Never.... All your efforts would be a waste if I did.... I swear on my life! I will survive and get stronger for you!"
We come back to the present.
Wilfred states with determination from the bottom of..... Mask? (The mask is made of the heart.)
"Im going to become the strongest for you... Aldouz. If you were still here..... You would never recognize the person I was before...."
Both fighters come out to the arena, aiming to outmatch the other for their own purposes.
One fights to prove himself.
And the other fights for a comrade's sake.
François raises his fists.
Wilfred readied his sword.
The bell rings.
DING!*
They charged at each other.
Wilfred used his sonido to try and cut up François but François blocks it with his forearm and gained a cut in his arm.
Wilfred takes a step back and began slashing François everywhere while he keeps blocking his fists while backpedalling and Wilfred keeps going forward.
Wilfred talks while slashing.
"Your hierro is admirable but you lack technique."
François responds.
"I don't use techniques in fights. Raw strength is really just enough."
Wilfred coldly replies.
"Tsk, typical hollow mindset."
As he continues to slash and swing his sword, François spots an opportunity and grabbed Wilfred's blade with his right hand.
"Remember. You use techniques because you lack power, I don't use em' cause I have alot."
Wilfred grits in anger and aims his left hand on François while still grabbing on to his blade, a Cero starts charging from his left hand.
François, calm as ever. Simply threw Wilfred away in the air. Wilfred hits the hard reishi made barrier and grunts in pain and fell to the sand.
François states.
"If anything, you lack technique. Nothing personal, kid."
Wilfred uses his sonido to go above François.
He responds to his words with annoyance.
"Quiet down!"
Wilfred fires a Cero at François but he simply dodges and retaliates with a bala.
He slashes the bala that's going towards him and created a small explosion making dust clouds at high altitude.
He leaped down, heading towards François ready to slash him. But François just slaps him, leading Wilfred towards the ground, landing hard.
Wilfred immediately stands back up and takes a step back.
François, dissatisfied with Wilfred, speaks calmly.
"Clearly, you still lack power. How about you take it up a notch."
Wilfred touches his blade and calls out his Resureccion with determination.
"Befriend! Camarada!!!!"
We see a small explosion of reiatsu come out, sending sand all over the arena.
François was relatively calm about the situation and just stood and there, blocking his face with his arms to cover from the sand.
As the dust clears, François lowers his arms and saw that Wilfred's form changed. He's now a tall figure spanning to 11ft, he wears a full mask that resembles his unique mask as a Gillian, bearing a black cloak. He now has white tall legs along with a tall body that's bulky and muscular, his arms now bear big white gauntlets. (I forgot to mention his back is arching.)
Wilfred looks at François, menacingly.
But François was not frightened and was even excited.
"Well.... This will be fun!"