The Divine Arm of the Apocalypse (93)

Sora spent some quality time with Rukia—hanging out, training her, and so on.

Her strength was slowly yet steadily climbing until she was just one step away from reaching captain level. She was already stronger than Renji, even when he had his Shikai out. In base, she was still stronger than him.

As for his Bankai, he was probably stronger, meaning Rukia would have to use her Shikai to match him. Once she did, along with the three Kido spells she had imbued into her abilities, she had far more versatility than he did—thus, she would win in a fight.

And with the way Sora was training her, in less than two years, she would be captain level at the very least—if not deep into the high tier of captain-class Shinigami.

Not Yamamoto level... but current Ukitake level would be a safe bet. Ukitake was no longer sick, meaning his power had received a serious boost.

It almost felt like Sora was granting the wishes of the people around him.

He helped Ryuken actually have a good relationship with his son.

Helped Orihime with her thing with Ichigo.

Helped Rukia in her goal to get stronger.

Fulfilled Ukitake's wish of being healthy again.

A couple of wishes he hadn't granted yet were the Vizards' desire to be back where they belonged—the Soul Society.

It almost felt like he was a walking #######... wish-granting genie.

Currently, he was watching as Chad trained. The boy's intense desire to become stronger... Sora felt it. Chad didn't want to be a burden anymore, and Sora wanted to help.

Chad struck a massive boulder with his Brazo Derecha de Gigante. Each impact sent shockwaves through the ground, but Chad barely flinched, his eyes focused and determined.

Orihime sat nearby, watching with admiration and concern, while Urahara stood further back, observing quietly.

Yup, they were training at Urahara's shop. Convenient, one might say.

Sora's sharp eyes immediately noticed it.

That faint, almost Hollow-like energy woven into Chad's power.

It was subtle but undeniable.

Hollows... but not quite.

He had figured this out a while back—Chad and Orihime's powers felt Hollow-like in nature.

However, now he could sense something else. After his body had adapted to the black substance, he could feel something different in their souls.

A very familiar feeling...

The same one he got from Rukia back then.

It wasn't the Hōgyoku, yet it seemed to have been made from the same substance—the same material.

Since he could sense their power...

He wondered... could he stimulate that power?

Could he push Chad further?

Deciding to test it, Sora casually stepped forward.

"Oi, big guy."

Chad paused mid-punch, turning to face him. "Sora?"

"You mind if I try something?"

Chad's brows furrowed, but he gave a slow nod. "Go ahead."

Sora placed his hand over Chad's armored arm.

The moment he did—

A spark.

Something inside Chad reacted.

Sora felt it—a piece of Chad's soul resonating with his touch.

Sora decided to go further, stimulating that piece of Chad's soul even more—imbuing some of his own Reiryoku into it.

As he did—

The black substance within his arm came back to life once more.

Three new pupils appeared in Sora's eyes as his power activated...

And he saw him.

A man.

A man without any limbs.

A man who stood on the cusp of life and death.

What Sora felt while looking at him was one overwhelming emotion—loneliness.

Alongside it, an unbearable feeling of betrayal.

Sora felt it all—betrayal, loneliness, sadness.

The being did not seem happy, almost as if it had only one purpose. Sora shifted to another location, observing a creature trapped in a world full of sinners. The man Sora saw appeared to be keeping that creature—whatever it was—under control.

Sora's brow furrowed.

Who was this man?

Why was he in a cage?

Before Sora could ponder any longer... the memory of having all of his limbs torn off played in his mind again.

However, this time, he could feel more emotion.

And the only emotion he felt was betrayal.

He felt as if five of his best friends—people he trusted, people he thought were his comrades—were ripping him apart in order to mold the world in their ideal way.

But before Sora could see more—

A primal roar snapped him back to reality.

A roar that wasn't human.

A primordial Hollow.

It had evolved.

A surge of power erupted from Chad's arm, his Fullbring morphing before their eyes.

The armor became sleeker, more refined.

The Hollow-like energy pulsed stronger, and for a moment, the air around them crackled.

Chad's new form was nothing short of monstrous—yet regal. An overwhelming presence of raw power and Hollow-like essence.

His right arm, Brazo Derecha de Gigante, had evolved into a terrifying, jagged gauntlet of black and crimson, pulsing with menacing patterns resembling fanged maws. The sheer bulk of it exuded dominance, as if a Hollow's soul had fused with his very being.

But his left arm... that was new.

It was no longer the simple Brazo Izquierda del Diablo—instead, it had undergone a gruesome transformation. From his shoulder down, his flesh had been overtaken by bone-white Hollow plating, jagged and sharp, curling into a clawed hand wreathed in crimson energy that pulsed like veins. The mask-like structure near his shoulder bore an eerie resemblance to a Hollow's visage, its empty eye sockets burning with an unseen presence.

His hair had grown wilder, unkempt, as if the surge of power itself had seeped into his very essence. His eyes, once calm, now gleamed with an untamed ferocity, his spiritual pressure heavy and suffocating.

Sora took a step back, his smirk widening.

Sora blinked once.

Then twice.

That felt odd.

Why the fuck was he getting so many visions?

And thank god for his Reishi lenses... because without them, Chad would have noticed the extra pupils.

"You gonna name this beast, or am I calling it Super Ultra Mega Chad?" Sora asked, grinning at his friend.

Chad exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as the name came to him naturally—instinctively, as if it had always been part of him.

"Brazo Divino del Apocalipsis."

(The Divine Arm of the Apocalypse.)

That was a dope-ass name.

Sora would have to ask his dad for answers.

These visions were becoming increasingly frequent... and anytime he got close to anything that had the same feel as the Hōgyoku, they appeared.

A/N...How Chad fullbring