[Group Chat]
Uchiha Miyuki: "Ahhh, Rangiku! My Rangiku! My second favourite Shinigami waifu! Jaeger-sama's rampage is starting again!"
Nakiri Erina: "Pfft! I've seen Miyuki fangirl over ani waifus so many tis, but it still cracks up. All this ti, and she still can't even win over her best friend."
Uchiha Miyuki: "!!! That's because I'm not a degenerate like Jaeger-sama! I want to win her heart! That's way harder, okay?!"
Tohsaka Sakura: "..."
Luo Hao: "So you're saying Jaeger is bullying girls again? But if he's chosen to strike first, then he's clearly declared them as enemies. And once soone is an enemy, anything is justified—whether it's taking their life or using the harshest ans to extract the truth."
Esdeath: "I agree with Luo Hao. Utaha actually gave that woman a chance. It's her fault for not treasuring it."
Nakiri Erina: "But still… her figure is insane. By the way, what exactly is a 'maiden of God'? Like a shrine maiden serving the gods? Are they all this… well-endowed?"
Uchiha Miyuki: "Heh heh… 'Servant of God,' huh? Naturally, she's a beautiful girl devoted to the divine! As for how she 'serves'... well… heh heh heh."
Nakiri Erina: "..."
Sawamura Eriri: "Oh, I like this setting! A gorgeous priestess on the outside, but secretly just a bullied girl under divine tornt? Now that's juicy!"
Kasumigaoka Utaha: "Shut it. Go die, slut. You too, you blonde airhead stuffed full of third-rate trash fantasies."
Sawamura Eiri: "Hey! You're one to talk, you overinflated narcissist. You think anyone believes that body of yours cos with a pure mind?!"
anwhile, back in the bleach world…
Yamamoto i approached Jaeger with a soft sigh, her gaze shifting to the chat still flashing on her device. "Sorry… we ran into Tōshirō and the others on the way here. That was my mistake."
She rubbed her temple, visibly stressed. "Good thing our target isn't in Soul Society. He's still under Aizen's watch. If we'd started the mission too soon, he might've caught wind of it."
Jaeger didn't look worried. In fact, he smiled.
"If his greatest weapon is just Gungnir, like the mission file said, we'll be fine. He's not as dangerous as he thinks. Anyone who seriously chases the Hōgyoku—sothing that looks powerful but does so little—isn't soone I'll fear."
Yamamoto i gave a small nod. "You make a fair point, Jaeger."
Then she glanced down.
Rangiku Matsumoto, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, was staring up at her with what could only be described as a wounded expression. i clicked her tongue.
"See? I told you my warning was for your own good. If Jaeger wasn't so kind, you and Tōshirō would've been corpses by now—or worse."
Rangiku, despite her bold personality, turned red as a tomato. Whether from embarrassnt, anger, or fear was anyone's guess.
Kasumigaoka Utaha, practically glowing with satisfaction after overpowering a known lieutenant of the Gotei 13, looked down at Rangiku with a smirk. "So… what should we do with her?"
Her eyes glead dangerously.
"Maybe we should just kill her. I an, she's disobedient, disrespectful… definitely not a good girl."
"Ah? No—noooo!" Rangiku began to struggle, panicked, but Utaha was faster. With a flick of her finger, she pressed her "dragon claw" back over Rangiku's mouth, silencing her instantly.
Yamamoto i rolled her eyes. "Please. If you were talking about killing Hitsugaya, maybe I'd believe you. But her? A sexy bombshell like Rangiku? I know you better than that."
"Haha! See? You do know ."
Jaeger chuckled and stepped forward, reaching out to pull Rangiku from Utaha's grip like a chivalrous knight… or an absolute rogue.
"Tch…"
Utaha, well-accustod to Jaeger's antics by now, clicked her tongue and started to lift her hand.
But before she could fully release her hold, a flash of silver tore through the air.
"Shoot to kill—Shinsō!"
A stream of light, razor-fast and deadly, shot toward Utaha's dragon form with terrifying force and a bizarrely precise angle.
It was a strike capable of piercing a mountain—and if it landed, it would very likely cost her one of her precious resurrection chances.
Yamamoto i's expression darkened. "Ichimaru Gin…?"
She readied her Zanpakutō. "Is he here for Rangiku?"
She didn't need to guess. It was obvious.
Gin's sneak attack might've caught a normal target, but Utaha wasn't normal anymore. Her battle against Jibril had changed her. She had studied, learned, adapted.
Jaeger, however, raised a hand to stop i.
"Trust Utaha."
i hesitated. "You're just… going to let it hit her?"
He didn't reply, just stared at the pink dragon with sothing between pride and expectation. Like a father watching his daughter take her first step into battle without training wheels.
Am I really being targeted again?
Should I just wait for him to save ?
…No.
If I still need Jaeger to protect every ti, what's the point of becoming strong?
Utaha clenched her jaw, her ruby eyes hardening. No hesitation. No fear. She'd grown. The old Utaha would've panicked. The new one… smiled.
"Kamui."
The space around her shimred.
Rangiku, still trapped beneath her, suddenly felt the pressure vanish. Her limbs were free. But when she looked up in confusion, Utaha's claw still looked like it was pinning her down.
Then she noticed—there was no pain. The "claw" passed through her like mist. And Gin's Zanpakutō?
It shot straight through Utaha's body… and passed clean through, without a drop of blood. As though the blade and her body existed in different dinsions.
It was eerie. Beautiful. Terrifying.
"Oh, how impressive," a sinister voice cut through the air. "Not only can this young lady turn into an Eastern dragon, she can also dematerialize her body. She's clearly not a Shinigami, yet she's got more tricks than one."
A thin man stepped forward, his fox-like face twisted with a mocking smile, eyes nearly shut as if squinting at the world.
In his hand, he held a Zanpakutō slightly longer than a dagger. Though his words sounded like praise, the tone was dripping with sarcasm.
"Tch. Your blade's fast, I'll give you that. But all it did was nothing to ."
Kasumigaoka Utaha, now back in her human form, flicked her fingers dismissively and wore a look of amused disdain. Her voice was cold, mocking. She didn't spare any courtesy for the narrow-eyed man who had ambushed her.
She didn't like Gin Ichimaru. Not even a little.
"Gin!"
Matsumoto Rangiku's eyes widened with mixed emotions—relief and sorrow. Seeing her childhood friend again stirred mories she hadn't dared revisit. They'd once been close, inseparable, but ti—and that—had changed them.
Unlike Rangiku, Yamamoto i's reaction to Ichimaru's arrival was far less nostalgic.
"Ichimaru Gin," she snapped, her voice laced with irritation. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Gin smiled faintly, his usual sly expression never faltering. "Oh, don't misunderstand. I'm not here to 'save' my dear childhood friend like Captain Hitsugaya might."
His lie was as smooth as his grin.
"No, I'm here because I'm curious," he continued. "Captain Aizen's vice-captain, Hinamori Momo, was seen clinging to an outsider. Suspicious, don't you think? Could it be… betrayal? What do you say, Miss i?"
Before Yamamoto i could respond, a new voice joined the fray—sharp, cold, and feminine.
"That's exactly what I was thinking."
A flash of movent, and another figure appeared. Petite and sharp-eyed, she stood confidently before them, her presence commanding despite her size.
"Captain of the Second Division… Soi Fon?" i's eyes narrowed.
Today was clearly cursed. First Hitsugaya, then Ichimaru Gin, now Soi Fon? They'd just been showing Jaeger and his group around, and suddenly they were surrounded by captains. What the hell was going on?
"Soul Society law is clear, Yamamoto i," Soi Fon said icily, her gaze sweeping over Jaeger and his companions. "You've brought intruders—dangerous ones—into our world. Even with your status, this is treason."
She raised her voice. "These aren't re travel accidents. They're unknown threats. I won't let this slide. I'll have them detained and executed with no rcy whatsoever."
i's patience snapped.
"Just you?" she scoffed. "Even your forr master, Yoruichi Shihoin, wouldn't speak to like that."
"Don't you dare ntion her!" Soi Fon's eyes flashed with fury. "That traitor isn't my master!"
"It doesn't matter," i said darkly. "I'll shut both of you up right now."
Lightning surged around her body, a storm of crackling energy. "One billion volts…"
"I am the Lightning that tears the stars apart—!"
Before she could unleash her wrath, Jaeger finally moved.
The air shifted.
Black lightning coiled around him like serpents, divine and devastating. With a calm gesture, he reached into the void—and conjured a spear of black Lightning, its power contained but still fearso.
Without a word, he hurled it toward Soi Fon and Ichimaru Gin.
Zzzzzt—!!
The black Lightning spear ripped through the air like a teor, warping space in its path. Though Jaeger had intentionally suppressed its full might, it still bore the mark of Zeus himself—a god's wrath made manifest.
"Hado 81: Dankū!"
Panic flashed across their faces. They didn't even attempt a chant. In perfect sync, Soi Fon and Gin cast Soul Society's strongest defensive spell, conjuring two translucent walls of light before them.
A single Dankū could block almost any Hado below 89. Two layered together could deflect even a captain's Bankai-level attack.
And yet…
CRACK—!!
The Lightning spear shattered both barriers like fragile glass, not even slowed.
"No way—!" Soi Fon gasped.
Gin's eyes, always half-closed, flew open in shock.
They didn't even have ti to react.
BOOM—!!
Lightning exploded across the sky, drowning everything in black light. The shockwave rippled across Soul Society, rattling buildings and shaking the heavens. It was like the end of the world—lightning crashing down with divine judgnt.
Matsumoto Rangiku stood frozen, staring into the storm, lips trembling. "Did… did they just…"
Even without Bankai, she could feel it—that power was beyond what a Shinigami should be capable of. Even Gin and Soi Fon... they couldn't have survived that, could they?
i turned to Jaeger in disbelief.
"Why… why did you act so suddenly?"
Jaeger lowered his hand, the lightning fading into silence. His face was calm, his voice even.
"They were buzzing in my ears like flies. Useless noise. Couldn't hurt anyone, but annoying all the sa."
He smiled—pleasant, warm.
But his words chilled the air.
"And Ichimaru Gin…" he said softly. "Jibril once hurt Utaha. I killed her hundreds of tis for it. Did he really think he'd get away with laying a hand on one of mine?"
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