The night was heavy and silent, Karakura Town wrapped in a blanket of reishi that seemed to pulse with unease. Amamiya Miyako stood by the open window, his expression calm, though his heart carried the weight of frustration. His Quincy training had hit a wall, and for that reason, he had sought out Ishida Ryūken. If there was anyone in the world who could sharpen the rough edges of his progress, it was the cold but brilliant Quincy doctor.
But before Ryūken could even respond, a shift rippled through the air. The spiritual pressure of Hollows surged across the town—dark, heavy, and unmistakably violent.
"…This reiatsu… multiple signatures. Don't tell me… Grimmjow and his Fracción?" Miyako muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing.
Turning toward Ishida Ryūken, he gave a polite but curt bow. "Ryūken-san, please consider what I've said. I'll return later. For now, I have something urgent to deal with."
Without another word, he leapt from the window, vanishing into the night with the sharp flash of Shunpo.
Ryūken did not chase after him. He only frowned, his eyes piercing the darkness as if weighing whether this was worth his time. Yet, when he noticed his son Uryū rushing out toward the same spiritual pressure, Ryūken clicked his tongue.
"That fool… tch. Very well, I'll see for myself." He slipped into the night after them.
Meanwhile, Miyako tapped his Denreishinki, speaking swiftly:
"Soul Society, this is Amamiya Miyako. Requesting approval for Gentei Kaijō—limited release authorization. Enemy confirmed: Arrancar-class, Espada-level spiritual pressure, comparable to the last incursion."
Without permission, his powers would remain sealed by the spiritual limiter, keeping him at twenty percent. Against Grimmjow, that handicap meant certain defeat. But if his request was approved, he could fight without shackles.
As he closed in on the epicenter of the strongest reiatsu, his path was abruptly blocked. A tall, golden-haired Arrancar stood smirking, his eyes glinting with arrogant cruelty.
The man gave a mocking bow. "Going somewhere, Shinigami?"
Miyako stopped mid-step, his eyes narrowing. "…Ilfort Grantz."
The Arrancar's grin widened. "Oh? You know my name? I'm honored. To think that Vice-Captain Amamiya Miyako, the one Aizen-sama mentioned, would fall into my path. Heh… it must be your unlucky day."
Miyako's face betrayed no emotion, but his thoughts sharpened. This was no ordinary Hollow. Ilfort was the older brother of Szayelaporro Granz, the Eighth Espada, and unlike his sibling, his arrogance leaned toward brute force.
"Don't look so serious. I've already seen the footage Ulquiorra provided. You wounded Yammy once, didn't you? Hah, pathetic. Don't think for a second I'll fall for some strange Zanpakutō trick like he did."
Ilfort drew his blade with a flourish, its edge glinting hungrily in the moonlight.
Miyako raised his hand slowly, feeling the flow of reishi all around him. The nearest reiatsu signatures were far enough that no one would interfere. Good. He could unleash it without hesitation.
"Arrancar…" Miyako's voice was quiet, but sharp as steel. "Consider yourself fortunate. It's been a long time since I've used this power openly."
From his pocket, he pulled out a small silver cross. Reishi immediately began to coil toward it, threads of light weaving into his palm. Slowly, the glow hardened, forming into a bow of pure spirit energy—brilliant blue-white, humming with power.
Ilfort blinked, taken off guard. "What is this? That's not… in the intel."
Miyako drew back the bowstring, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "A fair question. You'll understand soon enough. After all, it's time someone reminded you Hollows of the natural enemy you've long forgotten… the Quincy."
Reishi poured into his hand, condensing into glowing arrows—Heilig Pfeil. Miyako's mastery of Reishi Manipulation had improved drastically during his training in Soul Society. Now, with a flick of his hand, the air itself bent toward his will.
He loosed two arrows in quick succession.
Ilfort's instincts screamed. Though he had intended to toy with Miyako without even drawing his sword, the raw pressure of those arrows forced his hand. He slashed, deflecting them aside at the last moment. They didn't shatter, however. Instead, they spiraled outward, splitting into separate paths.
"Tch…! What kind of arrows are these?!"
Miyako lifted his hand again, reishi lines swirling like a storm. "Fool. You should never underestimate a Quincy's craft." His eyes gleamed, and his voice rang out, commanding:
"Heizen!"
(Holy Bite)
The deflected arrows suddenly exploded, transforming into razor-edged panels of reishi that encircled Ilfort. A wave of cutting force tore through the air, slashing into his body.
"Gaaahhhh!" Ilforte howled, the scream ripping from his throat as his body convulsed. The pain wasn't like a sword cut or a bruise—it pierced deeper, straight to the marrow of his bones, even gnawing at his very soul. His knees trembled, his rage mounting as the agony consumed him.
"Damn it… damn it! This attack wasn't in the intel!" he spat, sweat dripping down his brow. He knew then—if he didn't release his Resurrección, death would claim him here.
But Amamiya Miyako's sharp eyes gleamed. "I won't give you that chance." He drew again, another arrow materializing in an instant.
Ilforte jerked sideways, refusing to meet the attack head-on. The arrow whistled past him—only to twist mid-flight.
"Gritz!(Five-Pillar Bind)!"
The arrow burst apart, reishi converging into a shining white capsule that snapped shut around Ilforte's remaining arm. His eyes widened in horror as the reishi cuffs tightened like a vice.
"Tch—this is bad!" His heart pounded as he struggled, but the bonds held firm.
Miyako calmly crushed several silver tubes in his palms, the glowing liquid fusing into the air. He spread both hands wide, spiritual particles rushing to his bow at terrifying speed. His cold voice cut through the air.
"Goodbye. Soon, your brother will follow you."
He loosed the arrow, a deadly streak aimed for Ilforte's skull. The Arrancar snarled and tried to reach for his Zanpakuto, but his bound hand refused to move. His eyes filled with dread as the arrow plunged through his forehead, bursting out the other side in a shower of blue reishi.
But Miyako didn't stop. His expression remained cold as ever as he summoned more light into his palm. "Scatter… Lichtregen. (Rain of Light)."
The single arrow split mid-flight, fracturing into countless smaller shafts. They poured down on Ilforte like a divine storm. His body was shredded mercilessly, holes blooming across his chest, shoulders, and legs until there was nothing left but fragments.
'He had surveillance creatures hidden on him… I need to erase him completely,' Miyako thought. Without hesitation, he extended a finger and intoned:
"Hadō #54: Haien!"
A burst of violet flame engulfed what remained of Ilforte, reducing his reishi to nothingness. In that instant, Arrancar Number 15—Ilforte Grantz—was erased from existence, without even getting to properly announce himself.
...
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the battlefield, Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia faced off against Arrancar Number 16, Di Roy.
"Ichigo, step back. This one is mine," Rukia said firmly, pulling out her Gokon Tekko and slipping into her Shinigami form. Ichigo blinked, but before he could argue, Chappy pushed him back, leaving Rukia to face her foe alone.
With calm grace, Rukia unsheathed her blade. "Dance, Sode no Shirayuki!" The elegant blade gleamed, its white ribbon fluttering like snow in the wind.
Di Roy grinned cockily. "Heh, I'll introduce myself properly. I am Arrancar Number 1—"
"Thirteenth Division, Kuchiki—" Rukia began, but he cut her off.
"Save it. You're already a corpse, so names don't matter."
"Is that so?" Rukia's gaze sharpened. She raised her blade, and instantly a freezing aura spread across the battlefield. The ground frosted over in an instant.
Di Roy's smirk vanished as he looked down to see his feet frozen solid. "W-what the—?!"
"First Dance, Tsukishiro! (White Moon)."
The circular wave of ice erupted upward, encasing Di Roy entirely. In desperation, he tried to fly upward, but Rukia sighed softly.
"How foolish. If you had fled backward, you might have escaped. But flying up… only leads you straight into my trap." Her eyes narrowed. "And you talk too much."
The ice burst skyward, engulfing Di Roy in a pillar of pure white frost. His body froze instantly, the smirk on his face still etched in place before it shattered into fragments.
Thus, Arrancar Number 16, Di Roy, perished as swiftly as his comrade.
The battle in Karakura Town had only just begun, but two of Aizen's pawns had already fallen.
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Gritz (五架縛グリッツ, Gurittsu; Japanese for "Five Frame Bonds"; Viz "Five-Pronged Restraint") is a Gintō technique.
Incantation
"A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed!"
Haien is described as a flame attack which eradicates the very existence of its target.[1] The practitioner fires an oblong blast of purple energy from their hand which completely incinerates a target upon contact
I feel like the mc was dumb for assuming no one was watching and showing off his quincy powers.
It's like flexing in Gotham or Marvel, New York and hoping SHIELD or Batman won't notice you.