Aizen smiled.
Not the smug, self-satisfied grin he often wore, but a genuine expression of amusement.
With his expert gaslighting skills alongside his supreme baiting ability, one might even call him a master baiter.
He could see it—Sora was just on the verge of crashing the fuck out. Wasn't this good? The Hogyoku in his chest seemed to come to life, as if reacting to the boy's emotions, as if reaching out to calm him down.
Sora was in no way about to call this fuck his dad. He refused. He absolutely refused to have this man as his father. Yet, he detected no lie. The wheel above his head spun and spun again, trying to make sense of the situation, but that didn't change the fact that he was still crashing out.
Aizen, watching this, decided to drink some tea. This shit was prime entertainment. He quite liked this.
Enjoyed this even.
Aizen opened his mouth and decided to fuck with Sora even more. He made sure his voice was as smooth as silk—
"I am your father."
Sora's breath hitched.
No.
No, no, NO.
FUCK NO.
He refused this fate. If he had to rewrite the fate of the entire world, he would. He refused to have this thing as his dad.
His head felt like it was splitting apart. His body screamed at him, his very soul rejecting what Aizen had just said.
Then something came to his mind... Where the fuck was this man when his mother was dying? He seemed like the planning type, so he should have known something was wrong. If this bastard had orchestrated his birth like he said, Sora refused to believe this man was his dad.
But on the off-chance he was—
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?!"
His voice boomed through Las Noches, shaking the very walls.
Aizen merely blinked, unfazed.
"I was busy."
Sora's heart plummeted.
His breathing was ragged, his fingers twitching as his spiritual pressure spiked to dangerous levels.
"...Busy?"
Aizen tilted his head slightly, sipping his tea as if he hadn't just ripped Sora's world apart.
"Yes. Busy."
Sora's fingers curled into a tight fist. His knuckles turned white.
"Then why didn't you come?!"
Aizen sighed, placing his cup down gently.
"Because... I never felt the need to."
The thing that happened next in this room... was pure violent behavior. The peak of Y/N energy.
Sora, a boy raised in the most gated of gated communities, never really having to struggle much, was out here acting like the most devious of Y/N.
There was only one thing in his mind.
Violence.
With a blinding burst of speed, he lunged.
Aizen smiled.
His hand moved effortlessly, gripping the hilt of Kyōka Suigetsu. The blade was drawn in a single, fluid motion—CLANG!—blocking Sora's strike with perfect precision.
For a moment, the two locked eyes.
A transcendent being who had stolen the power of a god...
And one who had been born with it.
Then—
The world shattered.
Their clash sent shockwaves through the fortress, turning stone into dust, reducing everything in their vicinity to nothing but ash.
Thousands and thousands of what seemed to be mini Hiroshimas were happening all over Hueco Mundo. The whole realm seemed to tremble at the sheer amount of Reiatsu being emitted.
Sora's fury consumed him.
Without hesitation, Sora activated his Vollständig, the peak of his power. A blade appeared in his hand as he began clashing against Aizen once more.
Reishi constructs formed around him—massive, intricate weapons made purely of spiritual energy. Spears, chains, blades—each one bursting forward, seeking to tear Aizen apart.
Aizen, however, remained unbothered.
He lifted a single finger.
"Hado #90: Kurohitsugi."
A massive, ebony coffin materialized around Sora, layers upon layers of spiritual energy stacking in an instant.
However, before the Hado spell could fully form, all of the Reishi making up the spell was forcefully plundered.
"I see," Aizen realized it as it happened. As things stood right now, Kido spells were useless. The only thing that worked against this beast was pure physical strength.
Aizen could feel some of the Reishi making up his body being forcefully plundered. He watched as a dozen or so Arrancar were ripped apart before they even had the chance to fight.
So this was what Sora's Reishi Dominion was capable of when he said fuck it.
This was the kind of destruction he could have caused to Soul Society if he wasn't a good person.
Hm. However, the boy must, to some level, care about the balance of the worlds, so that nuke move he used in Soul Society—he wouldn't use it here.
"Sturmregen x10"
What came next was, for the first time since Hueco Mundo had been created, no Reishi existed within a 100-mile radius of the attack. No Reishi whatsoever.
Sora was far enough away from his friends to try that, and now that he had tried it, he found out about its ups and downs.
Sora watched as an explosion, about ten times as big as what he had made in Soul Society, erupted. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.
"EAT THIS, YOU FUCK!"
As those words left his mouth, behind him, what seemed to be a plasma gun made of Reishi materialized.
KABOOM!
"DIE!"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
"Sturmregen x10"
KABOOM!
"Himmelsregen!" Sora charged his firearm with immense Reishi and fired a shot into the sky, splitting into thousands of bullets that rained down over a wide area.
"Spektralsturm x100!"
Sora's expression looked anything but fine right now.
"Angriffsharmonie: Himmlisches Arsenal!"
"Elementarschöpfung!"
Each and every single weapon behind him transformed into a different element—fire, water, lightning, air, ice.
Without hesitation, he let that shit loose.
KABOOM!
Hueco Mundo 100% had seen better days. The realm was quite literally shaking. The sand of Hueco Mundo seemed to be getting flashbacks of a time long past.
After a few seconds, the smoke cleared.
Aizen could be seen. He was wounded, yet his wounds were healing at speeds visible to the naked eye.
"Fascinating. Such complete control over Reishi," the man mused, looking at his wounds, which were healing slower than their usual instant regeneration due to Sora plundering the Reiryoku in his body. If not for his immense amount of Reiryoku, he would have been dead long ago.
"How are you still fucking alive?" Sora growled through gritted teeth.
"Well, you see, I am immortal. You cannot kill me." Aizen wore a pleasant smile on his face.
CLICK.
...
....
Conceptual adaptation.
How fun.
Now to see who would win—would Aizen beat Sora faster than the boy could adapt to his immortality?
A/N