GOJO EPILOGUE 8 (Patreon)

 [Hueco Mundo]

Somewhere, sitting on a rock, Kisuke Urahara watched over the horizon as he felt a powerful Reiatsu extinguish.

He immediately understood what had happened and a wry smile formed on his face,

“So it has ended.”

A bittersweet feeling spread in his heart as he realized that one of the very few rivals he had in this world died like this.

At the same time, he felt a kind of relief as the cause of all the pain and suffering his friends went through had now vanished from this world.

Aizen was dead.

–and So a chapter of their lives closed. While a new chapter began,

“What will you do now?”

Kisuke smiled as his gaze focused on a brown-haired man that was bloody from head to toe and a small blond girl with a partial hollow mask standing behind the bloodied man while looking at Kisuke with fear.

The surroundings were completely wrecked, showing how intense the fight had been but Kisuke was completely unharmed,

“From what I gathered, Starrk, the two of you were One, right? Why not take her back? Perhaps you will have a chance then.”

The man, Starrk, gave a bitter smile, unwilling to answer.

He remembered how the man had come at them with questions and wish to study them. The situation went to a fight pretty fast but Starrk realized as fast that he was completely outmatched by the man in front of him.

Speed, strength, Reiatsu, skills, everything was at a completely different level.

This made him realize that even at this very moment, the only reason they were still alive was that the man was showing mercy to them.

All his life; Starrk had been isolated by hollows because he was too strong and his aura resulted in the death of any companion he might have.

In order to become weaker, the original him separated into two beings. Starrk himself and Lilynette—the girl standing behind him.

One could say that only by fusing back could he get back his true might. But, even then, would it be enough?

“How did you become so strong.”

“Heh…” Kisuke smiled, “Be surrounded by people even stronger.”

There are people stronger than this man? The world is really a scarier place than I thought.

Starrk bit his lips before putting his hand on Lilynette's head. “If we give up now, will you swear to protect her?”

“Hum…Protecting a Hollow sounds interesting. This will give me new intel. Well, since you accepted. Shall we go? I need to see someone.”

“Who?”

“The one who killed the current King of Hueco Mundo. His name is Satoru Gojo.”

—-

Kisuke wasn’t the only one who was observing the clash of power.

Floating in the sky, not that far away was a man with green tears traced on his face and bat wings on his back.

He had been watching the fight between the two powerhouses, unable to do anything but watch.

The fight had been spectacular but the winner had been ultimately; Gojo. It was clear that he had the upper hand during the whole fight and had simply decided to end it.

So this begs the question.

What should he do now?

His leader had died and he has no particular goal nor did he feels like trying to take revenge.

Aizen had fought and died fair and square. There was nothing else to it.

"I guess… I will try to see what he will do."

Ulquiorra decided to hold back his decision and observe.

He wished to see what this man would do now that he had the power to rule Hueco Mundo.

Be it ten, hundred or even thousand years, Ulquiorra would only make his decision after he was satisfied by what Gojo would do.

He didn't know yet what would satisfy him, but he was sure to know once it happened.

As for how long it would take, he was in no hurry. After all, he had all the time in the world.

This was the advantage of not aging.

—-

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“So in the end, he died.”

Somewhere in a turbulent space that no one could reach floated what could only be considered to be a small kingdom.

In one of the castles, a man watched through screens as Aizen's body decomposed into spiritual particles.

'This is slightly troublesome.'

It was a young-looking man with a thin build and long blonde hair, which descended past his shoulders.

His attire consisted of a calf-length trench coat, a white suit along with white trousers and shoes.

No matter how one looked at him, he looked like a prim and proper officer who respected rule to a T.

The mysterious man had been observing Soul Society and Hueco Mundo for some years now and he realized that as the time for their kings waking up approached, a great irregularity appeared.

"Satoru Gojo."

It was a man whose existence was close to absurd.

A Shinigami who could use Reishi to an even higher level than that of Quincy.

"He is dangerous."

The man thought back to their plans.

For nearly a thousand years now, they had hidden from the world.

Even when their kind was nearly extermined by the Shinigami a century ago, they did not show up.

All of this was because they were waiting. Waiting for the man that would bring them victory.

Waiting for the awakening of their King.

They just needed to wait around twenty-two years for the prophecy to to be complete and for their King to truly wake up from his slumber.

Then glory would come.

During these thousand years of exile, they did not simply hide and wait.

They had prepared different means to deal with their enemy's most powerful weapon.

Bankai.

A little more and they were sure that they could neutralize it.

Without Bankai, powerful Shinigami would simply be above average fighter.

But during the year when he observed the world, he realized that Shinigami had given birth to some unusual existence.

People who could only be put under the label of "Special War Power."

Ichibe Hyosube. The leader of the Division 0.

Kisuke Urahara.

Kenpachi Zaraki.

The now deceased, Sosuke Aizen.

Finally, Satoru Gojo.

Of course the most dangerous of them all was Satoru.

In their plan, they knew that division 0 would not act first as long as they didn't attack the Soul king palace. But they did not know what Satoru would do.

The man was an irregularity who was more than powerful even without using Bankai.

"It's a shame that Aizen refused our proposal."

He had taken quite the risk in asking Aizen to join their ranks. Sadly, the result was a direct refusal.

"Lord Jugram, Lord Bazz-B is issuing another challenge."

Jugram Haschwalth pinched the corner of his nose in tiredness then gave order to his secretary.

"Ignore him and deduct his supply if he damages some infrastructure again."

"Very well."

Once alone again, Jugram sighed.

It was more than a thousand years now since he left his village with his childhood friend, Bazz-B, and entered the service of their King.

Now Jugram was the second in command of the whole Wandenreich as well as the highest officer of the Sternritters.

He could understand Bazz-B frustration but now was not the time to play around.

He needed to think and act accordingly.

At the end of day, no matter how he thought about it, there was only one possible answer.

Satoru Gojo needed to die.

Jugram did not even entertain the idea of recruiting him to their cause.

He had realized this after trying to recruit Aizen.

As such, Gojo had to die.

But there was the problem…How would they kill him?

(AN: So here end Vol 8: HUECO MUNDO. It's funny that I am reaching this part as the anime shows the Blood War. It has been one year since I last read Bleach so I need to refresh my memory once again. Anime will help. Didn’t watch it yet but it seems everyone loves the new season.)