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Moyu's voice came at the perfect moment, stopping Grimmjow's death in its tracks.
Of all the Espada who had marched out to face Soul Society, he was the only one still breathing. The others had been erased within half a day, their strength and arrogance scattered like sand in the desert.
Unohana Retsu never doubted Moyu's words. Her descending blade halted mid-air, and the oppressive flow of her reiatsu dissipated instantly.
"Mr. Moyu," she said with that gentle smile of hers—soft, springlike, a smile that soothed the heart even as it masked the sharpness beneath. "Do you have further use for this Grimmjow?"
Moyu gave a quiet nod and stepped forward. Grimmjow lay battered and bloodied, his entire body a map of wounds, his blood soaking into Hueco Mundo's white sands.
"I'm not here to waste time," Moyu said evenly. "There's information about Bahamut and Las Noches that you should know. Speak."
Grimmjow stiffened, then let out a rough, bitter laugh. Once, he had been feared as Espada, but now survival meant betraying secrets. How ironic.
Resigned, he began to speak. "I don't know much about Bahamut. Only that he was once hailed as the new king of Hueco Mundo, the one who dared wage war against Las Noches itself." His lips twisted with disdain as he said the title. The so-called kings of Hueco Mundo were nothing more than Aizen's pawns, stripped of dignity whether Baraggan or Bahamut.
"After losing to Nnoitra, Bahamut was dragged into Las Noches. Later, at an Espada meeting, Szayelaporro requested to conduct research experiments on him. When I saw Bahamut again, he was already an Espada." Grimmjow shook his head, unable to hide the unease.
Aizen's power was too monstrous. He could elevate Hollows across the barrier of evolution at will, craft Arrancar out of nothing, or twist them further through Szayelaporro's experiments.
"That's all I know."
Moyu's expression grew contemplative. Compared this way, Szayelaporro's methods had long surpassed Kurotsuchi Mayuri in Hollow transformation. As for Urahara Kisuke, that man was another matter entirely—too much of a trickster to compare by normal measure.
Grimmjow hesitated, then pressed on. "As for Las Noches itself… we had a meeting before leaving. Aizen gave new orders. We were sent here to fight you. Ulquiorra and Ouroboros remained to guard the palace. And Aizen himself, with the top three Espada, would head to the human world—Karakura Town—for the final stage of the plan."
Kotetsu Isane gasped. "Invasion of Karakura Town?!"
Grimmjow gave her a strange look before continuing. "Aizen requires a dense spiritual land, one mile in radius, with one hundred thousand souls. The only location that fits is Karakura Town."
Moyu's eyes narrowed. "So it is the creation of the Ōken."
He turned sharply. "Rangiku, inform the Captain-Commander. Only the Gotei 13 can defend the world now."
Matsumoto Rangiku's expression hardened. Without hesitation, she crouched down and began weaving Kidō, activating the special messenger device Urahara had provided before they set out. It was only usable when paired with a matching Kidō, but it carried words across worlds.
Moments later, Rangiku sighed with relief as the spell dissipated. "Captain, the message has gone through. A response came back as well. Aizen's reiatsu was detected the moment he appeared in the human world—the Technology Development Bureau has already locked onto him. The captains are converging on Karakura Town as we speak." Her brows furrowed, curiosity slipping through. "But what exactly does it mean… the creation of the Ōken?"
Moyu offered no answer. The time for explanations would come later.
"The next step is simple." He lifted his gaze skyward. "We break this Negación and head for Las Noches."
Before, Bahamut and the others had blocked his movements, but now he had freedom to unleash what he had been holding back.
"Breaking the distance between two worlds…" Unohana's eyes glimmered with anticipation. "If it is Mr. Moyu, it can be done."
Her certainty left Isane staring at her captain with wide, conflicted eyes. It was over—truly over. Captain Unohana already belonged to someone else. How tragic.
"Tch." Zaraki Kenpachi spat, dismissive. The thought of fighting Moyu no longer held the same thrill.
"Aw, is little Kenny jealous?" Yachiru chimed, bouncing onto his shoulder, unconcerned about the blood soaking his torn haori.
Moyu ignored the chatter, closing his eyes as his power began to stir. He called forth the wind that linked two realms. Since attaining the threshold of Bankai, his control over that wind had sharpened to an entirely new level.
The barrier between worlds was absolute. To break it required a force great enough to unmake creation itself.
A black gale rose, wrapping around the edge of the Negación. Before the astonished eyes of all present, the storm twisted into a towering tornado that clawed thousands of meters into the sky, anchoring itself to the barrier.
Far away, in Hueco Mundo, a mirrored storm rose in answer.
Balanced and aligned under Moyu's control—
Boom.
The world shuddered.
And in an instant, the silence was absolute.
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