Gabriel had a rather thoughtful expression on his face, he seemed to be thinking real hard about something, while his son was on the floor gasping for air.
Barely able to stand, this boy was known for his tough durability, but now he looked like he got his ass handed to him.
Well, it didn't matter how durable he was, Gabriel had durability negation on deck. While yes, you yourself are durable, your internal organs sure aren't, and your soul sure isn't well-protected. And even if you find a way to protect them—how many full-power punches can they take before they break? Plus there was also the added fact that Gabriel could, in fact, reach out for their core. Call it the weakness of all that exists. This was probably how that demon killed Ichibei—apart from erasing him from existence, he destroyed the core.
Call a person's core their code, the thing that lets the universe know, yeah, that guy exists, he occupies space—it's that shit.
If that said shit is invalid, you're gone. No ifs, no buts about it. And no, he wasn't targeting his own core. He wasn't a monster... he wasn't that much of a monster.
While sure, he committed his fair share of genocide and the Geneva Convention was more like a Geneva to-do list to him at this point—more like suggestions than anything else.
He wasn't about to attack his son.
On an unrelated note, reincarnator cores are different from the cores of people born in a verse. Since their souls came from another realm, they give off a different vibration, a different feeling.
{...You spawn camp them and I'm the evil one...}
Anyway, ignoring that concept, experimenting on them was an eye-opener. Their souls seemed to be so different, and the gifts they got from whatever BS entity reincarnated them were neat.
Consider what he was doing a necessary evil. They were like parasites, and those OP powers they pulled out their ass kind of just destabilized the world. And like the very nice monster he was, he ended them before they became a threat.
"Your power's strong, but you have horrible control. The only reason you've been winning fights is because you're physically superior and more haxed. If you meet someone roughly equal to you or in the same tier as you, you're cooked," Gabriel said, looking at his son.
Aurelón looked a bit annoyed.
"Everyone says the same damn thing, no one actually shows me how to do it."
Gabriel looked at his son, five of his fingers glowing.
"Well, I could seal away your primal and demonic powers, leaving you only with your Reiatsu, and you can learn from there."
The boy seemed reluctant, like who the fuck wanted to be normal? He liked being special.
"If you succeed, you will get very strong."
Five minutes later, Aurelón had a glowing seal on his stomach. His flames seemed dimmer, but he didn't care. Though he felt weird. How could he explain it? It was like breathing good oxygen and then going to your grandma's house or something, and she does voodoo or something. The inside of her house just smelled different. Like, he knew he was still breathing oxygen but it was different, if you catch his drift.
He also felt like he was weaker... like way weaker. He couldn't shake Hueco Mundo just by throwing a temper tantrum anymore.
Granted, he was still a captain-tier fighter—just weaker.
"Anyway, you'll be training with Caeloro Fortuna. He's like the new lesser sin of Greed," Gabriel said.
"What happened to the last guy, the snake one?" Could you tell Aurelón didn't bother learning the names of the lesser sins?
"Well, they fought in the Arena of the Eternal Maw (La Fauce Eterna), and Voraz Insidio was beaten."
"You know the rules. He was defeated, thus his role was revoked," Gabriel said, shrugging.
"And why the hell do I have to fight this guy?" Aurelón questioned.
"Because he's like the perfect fit to fight you," Gabriel said, shrugging a bit.
Aurelón didn't look happy about that explanation.
Gabriel sighed a bit. He opened his mouth and said:
"What if we have a tournament, and invite Soul Society and all that stuff? And there, you can see for yourself why he is the perfect fit for you."
"...Sure..."
Gabriel sighed. Good. Well, that was another reason to have this tournament. After all, from the future he could see endings too—in all of them, Soul Society and the other realms were utterly destroyed. Even his city seemed to have suffered, which only meant a war was going to happen.
Those bastards would try to gank him.
Goddamn Quincy, some Hollows who for some reason decided to fight against them, the other side of Soul Society—basically everyone not part of his kingdom against him.
Shit finna be like a raid boss-type scenario.
He would make sure to upgrade his soldiers as needed. This tournament should return the hunger his soldiers were lacking right now because, well, shit was soft now.
With this, he could show Soul Society they weren't pussy, and a fade would cost them dearly, and also make his soldiers wish to get stronger.
Lucius should be getting out of the lab soon—he would be used for that purpose.
Gabriel took in a deep breath. Well, time to crush Soul Society's morale.
/
A few hours later, something seemed to be happening, the sky of soul society just splitted open, more like cracked open as hell butterfly seem to come pouring out like crazy, the sheer Reiatsu coming from that leak in space was so dense, anyone beneath lieutenent level was foaming at the mouth.
And Lieutenent level were barely managing to stay conscient like at all.
This was....
Hell.
The moment that aura touched them, the veterans knew. It wasn't Gabriel himself, but it carried his signature.
They recognize that energy, it was the same one from so many years ago when they were warned, but had the noble dick so far up their throat that they kissing the pubes, they couldnt see that far.
Shunsui who had planned to go to a brotel to relax, a brother got to get so punany somehow, and no, he doesnt crack his zanpakuto that a sword.
But the second he felt that aura, he was shock, fuck.
He gripped his sword, and rushed to the battlefield if Gabriel really had came back for second, soul society was fuck they werent done building yet and their overall power wasnt as huge as before.
As he appear on the battlefield, two figure could be seen coming out the portals.
The first was unmistakable—Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni. The man who was the Gotei 13. His presence alone should've been comforting.
Except this Yamamoto wore a mask. Hollow. Bone stretched over his scarred face, his beard charred by infernal fire. His Zanpakutō was unsheathed, Ryūjin Jakka roaring with a hunger that made even seasoned Captains break into a sweat.
Behind him... Ukitake. Hollow mask cracked down the middle, his eyes glowing like embers.
A silence thicker than steel hung in the air.
"...Jii-san," Shunsui muttered, voice trembling despite himself. "You look different"
Yamamoto's gaze snapped to him. His voice, when it came, was thunder—resonating with something deeper, like it carried Gabriel's blessing.
"Be at ease, Kyōraku Shunsui. I come not to wage war... but to deliver the King's decree."
Yeah that wasnt Yamamoto, like sure he tolerate the noble but their dick werent that far his throat, his ass probably only had the tip, so aint no way he would be glazing like that, this was something else.
"The King, Gabriel Sanguinoso, announces a grand tournament within Hueco Mundo. To determine a new Sin."
His words rolled like an edict, sharp and final. "As a show of good faith, Soul Society—and all realms—are invited. To watch, to fight, or to test themselves against what true power means."
Shunsui would open his mouth and say. "How nice of him, and here i thought he was going to destroy us again, but hey, we get to watch a movie" He really seem chill as if he was shaking, the old man power was great, for fuck sake, he had hair back.
Hair.....Yamamoto with long luscious hair and not an old bald man.
Yamamoto's flames surged higher, licking the edges of the Hell portal. "Because this competition is no sport. It is the highest stake battle within the Maw. Those who claim victory may ascend beyond even themselves. Those who fail..." his hollowfied eyes narrowed, "...will be consumed."
Shunsui's jaw tensed. He could feel it—this wasn't a negotiation. It was bait. A stage Gabriel wanted them on, whether they liked it or not.
"How many?" Shunsui asked quietly.
Yamamoto lifted Ryūjin Jakka, pointing it outward as if gesturing to all of Soul Society. "The King has declared—any who wish to come may come. Even the realms that hide in shadow. None are barred. None are beyond his reach."
Shunsui's heart skipped. So Gabriel knew. He expected as much, but dam, to think he knew this whole time.
The message was clear.
There would be no hiding when the King called.
And then, Yamamoto's voice dropped, becoming cold enough to freeze marrow.
"One final decree. Gabriel bids me to tell Kisuke Urahara—cease your meddling. If you do not, you shall suffer the fate of Ichibē Hyōsube."
The warning was clear, continue snooping around and I exterminating your shit
After the Hollow left, Shunsui stayed there for a good second.
Who the fuck was this ###### guy?
It wasn't like he didn't know — he felt like he knew — but for some odd reason, he didn't remember much. Something was messing with his memory.
He went into his squad barracks and summoned back all the Soul Reapers currently busy working. This was a very urgent meeting.
The Captains gathered around the long table, but the usual quiet hum of presence and authority was absent. Instead, silence suffocated the room. Every eye was fixed on Shunsui, who had yet to remove his straw hat. His uncharacteristic stiffness was enough to make even Mayuri stop fidgeting with his gloves.
Shunsui finally exhaled — slow, measured — and set his hat down.
"...It was him. The Captain-Commander."
A stir went through the room. Soi-Fon, standing behind Byakuya, swallowed hard. She'd known—hell, they all knew—but hearing it aloud tore open wounds they'd tried to bury.
"Genryūsai-dono," Byakuya said quietly, his voice clipped but strained. "And Ukitake-taichō."
Shunsui nodded. "Both. But not the men we remember. Hollowfied. They seem way stronger than before—Ukitake's power seems to have been upgraded thirty times over."
His words cut like blades, and none could bring themselves to challenge them.
Kisuke, who had been leaning against the wall, folded his fan shut. His usual humor was gone; his gaze was sharp and calculating.
"He has mastered Hollowfication. It seems like he's able to give Hollow powers to Quincy even. At this rate, as long as they are living beings, he could Hollowfy them."
His tone was flat, but his jaw was tight.
"It wasn't just that," Shunsui continued. His gaze swept the room, lingering on Kisuke longer than the rest. "Yamamoto brought a message. Gabriel is hosting a... tournament."
The word felt wrong coming out of his mouth. Too light. Too harmless.
"A contest to decide who shall ascend as one of his 'Sins.' He invited Soul Society. He invited all realms. Anyone who wishes to come may come."
"Oh, so he is aware of our guest. That makes things a bit harder," Kisuke said, lightly sweating.
Mayuri just listened. You wouldn't catch him lacking in that realm — the Quincy he was going to (and did) experiment on were in there. Do you know what would happen if he got caught lacking?
His ass was gonna get filled with holes like he went through O Block or some shit.
So he wasn't pussy. He just liked living.
"He is aware of our plan. He is using this as a show of force — crushing any hopes that may have bloomed with a display of power," Yoruichi said.
Soi-Fon's eyes seemed to sparkle. Her glorious chocolate queen was always right.
Truly a lesbian in denial. Her Bankai doesn't look like a dildo for no reason...
Shunsui didn't answer right away. His gaze had drifted downward, his expression older than any of them had ever seen.
"...There was one more message."
Every eye returned to him.
"For Kisuke."
The scientist's fan stilled.
Shunsui's tone dropped, each word heavy as lead.
"Gabriel said—'cease your meddling. Or you shall suffer the fate of #######.'"
Who the fuck was ######? No one knew who it was.
Though by looking at Kisuke, they could tell he was someone strong.
"Kisuke... who is this ######?" Yoruichi asked.
"####### was the man who gave names to Zanpakutō. The reason no more Shikai and Bankai can be created is because he was erased from existence — by Gabriel, or that creature."
They looked confused.
"Kisuke... did you say something?"
Oh god... they couldn't even hear the name at all. Matter of fact, even the mere mention of him seemed to be erased.
...Oh my.
A/N Computer died on me at school, so had to write on school pc...shit felt weird, note to self opening Watpadd in a school computer felt weird, especially with the stares, oh well, chapter done.