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The violent roar nearly split eardrums, shaking the desert itself. Grimmjow's eyes went wide, frozen in disbelief as the golden seal of the Negación splintered before him. For the first time, he understood the true gulf in their power systems.
Crack by crack, the barrier screamed in protest. Golden light fractured under Moyu's hand until, with a final detonation, it collapsed completely.
The shock rippled outward. Thousands of miles of Hueco Mundo's desert buckled and sank, as if a star had slammed into the sands, throwing up waves of dust like an ocean storm. Even braced, everyone staggered beneath the impact, their footing nearly ripped away. The terrain itself had been remade, and their hearts could not easily recover from the sight.
Unohana Retsu and the others had always known Moyu's strength—or thought they had. The reality mocked that belief. When he truly displayed his power, it forced them to doubt the world's very order. Why was the gap between Shinigami so vast?
Moyu ignored the awe and turned toward Las Noches. According to Grimmjow, the reiatsu within the fortress was still in disarray. After a moment of thought, he looked back at the group, voice edged with command.
"I hope no one objects to what comes next. Within Las Noches, only two Espada remain."
He didn't finish before Unohana stepped forward, her tone steady, her eyes unyielding.
"Forgive me, Mr. Moyu, but I cannot allow you to walk into Las Noches alone. We do not know what traps Aizen has prepared, what dangers lie in wait. Out of duty and out of feeling, I will not permit it."
Her conviction was absolute. Around her, the others' faces mirrored that same resolve, unwilling to let Moyu vanish into Aizen's jaws.
"It doesn't matter." Moyu's reply was calm, his gaze sweeping indifferently across them. "Have some confidence in me."
When his eyes met Unohana's, he softened, smiling faintly. "Sister Hua, you already know the meaning behind Grimmjow's appearance, don't you?"
Her lashes lowered, a shadow crossing her expression. "A delay. From the beginning, all Aizen sought was to buy time. Which means Las Noches must already hold the core of his final plan…"
Grimmjow blinked in shock. So that was it? Their entire role was only to stall for time?
"Then all the more reason," Unohana said firmly, "to let me accompany you."
"Hah!" Zaraki Kenpachi's voice rang out, thick with excitement. "Trying to hog all the fighting for yourself? Don't think I'll allow that!"
Beside him, Nilu's eyes clung to Moyu with wordless attachment, her silence making her intent all too clear.
Moyu's chest tightened at the sight. Perhaps this was exactly what he was meant to protect—the people gathered here, their resolve, their trust. Somewhere along this path, he had already found the meaning of his existence in this world.
Gently, he placed his palm on Nilu's head, fingers brushing through her hair as he spoke with quiet finality. "Be good. I'll go alone."
Her lips trembled with reluctance, but Moyu's tone brooked no refusal. And so, loyal as always, she bowed to his command, though her eyes shone with unwillingness.
Releasing her, Moyu stepped to Unohana. Before anyone could react, his hand rose to her cheek, caressing the smooth, pale skin as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
The onlookers froze.
What was this? What kind of hidden bond existed between Kuchiki Moyu and the First Kenpachi, Unohana Retsu?!
Even Rangiku and Isane gaped in shock. Zaraki Kenpachi himself frowned, thrown into confusion—Unohana, the woman he had only ever known as the embodiment of deadly precision, now stood blushing like a young girl. What in the hell had happened?
Only Yachiru seemed delighted. With a mischievous grin, she whipped out a strange recording tool and began clicking away without hesitation. "Big event, big event!" she sang.
Then came the second shock.
Moyu drew Unohana closer. A warm touch pressed against her forehead, holding her still. Her body stiffened, her cheeks burning scarlet, her mind dazed and defenseless.
"This decision," he whispered, "is mine alone."
And in her haze, Unohana nodded without even realizing.
Another captured.
Moyu turned his gaze toward Rangiku. Their eyes met; hers widened, a faint flush coloring her cheeks as her heart tripped. For one breath, she thought—
"Rangiku," he cut in sharply, voice layered with authority, "as your captain, I order you to return to the Seireitei."
Her blush snapped into outrage. "H-Hey!!" Rangiku's protest came sharp, her eyes blazing with indignation. But before she could say more, Moyu raised a hand, and in the blink of Shunpo he vanished, leaving only the whisper of wind in his wake.
It was done. No room for negotiation remained.
Grinding her teeth, Rangiku spat between clenched jaws. "That damn pervert! Someone's going to pay for this!"
Unohana still stood dazed, her composure fractured, while Nilu's gaze lingered with wistful envy. Yachiru chuckled to herself, reviewing the captured scene on her device. For her, this was the true "big event."
Grimmjow, the only one still anchored in reason, said nothing. His gaze followed the direction of Las Noches, his thoughts dark with curiosity.
With Moyu's strength unleashed, what kind of storm would he bring to Hueco Mundo?
He could only wait and see—
And hope.
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