Vastolorde Ichigo (115)

Karakura Town – Underground Arena of Psychological Torment

The moment the word "BANKAI!" left Ichigo's mouth, the air itself seemed to explode. His Reiatsu erupted in black and red waves, the sheer force of his spiritual pressure cracking the ground beneath him. His Hollow mask materialized instantly, jagged and menacing, as if his own instincts knew there was zero room for hesitation today.

Because this wasn't just about strength.

This was about pride.

This was about blackmail prevention.

This was about ensuring his digital legacy remained untarnished.

This was to make sure that Orihime never, and I repeat, never, had to see what Kon was doing in his body.

Sora prepared himself to see the best match in existence.

Ichigo used Shunpo, instantly appearing in front of Grimmjow and slashing toward his general location.

The Arrancar barely had time to react as a giant gash appeared on his chest.

Blood gushed out like no other.

Fighting in base was not going to help him.

To retaliate, Grimmjow opened his mouth, and out of it, a beam of red energy was released.

Cero.

Ichigo used Shunpo, trying his hardest not to get hit.

He's stronger than I thought, Grimmjow admitted to himself. This boy was proving more of a challenge than he had expected.

Well, no biggie—he could always handle it.

"You're fun," Grimmjow said, wiping some blood away.

He had a bloodthirsty grin on his face.

Ichigo, meanwhile, was a man on a mission. He shall not lose. He would not lose. Losing was not an option. He could not afford to lose.

This time, only this time, he fully trusted in his Hollow power. He had to fully rely on his Hollow partner.

"What's up, partner?"

White's distorted voice echoed in his mind.

Ichigo had grown used to the Hollow voice in his head. Old man Zangetsu barely came out nowadays. Last he checked, Sora had placed the man in a cage.

When he had asked why, Sora had just said he was testing out a theory.

As things stood, old man Zangetsu had no hold over Ichigo's power. His Shinigami and Hollow powers were left unrestrained.

Which meant...

'Get him.'

White was confused at Ichigo's sudden thought. He decided to check Ichigo's memory real quick...

...

...

...Understandable.

...

...

Ichigo's Reiatsu burst forward as the two of them became one. One of them was animalistic, the other more human, but both of them could agree on one thing.

Orihime should never, ever get to see those images.

"Grind, Pantera."

Grimmjow wasn't a fool. While Ichigo was powering up, he wasn't just going to stand around and let this ass-whooping come to him.

No, he was ready.

He held his blade up, poised as if preparing for a low sweeping stroke with his right hand.

The sword glowed light blue as he raised his left hand to it.

With a swift motion, he raked his hand along the length of the blade while calling out its release command.

This action unleashed a torrent of spiritual power that generated tremendous gusts of wind in the immediate vicinity.

Grimmjow's appearance changed drastically, taking on a more feline and predatory quality.

His teeth became jagged and sharp, his hands transformed into black claws, and his feet morphed into clawed paws reminiscent of a cat. A slender, whip-like tail grew longer than his body.

His hair became long and flowing, while the markings around his eyes enlarged and extended to the tips of his ears, which swept back and took on a cat-like shape.

He lost his distinctive jaw mask, which was replaced by a type of headgear that covered his forehead.

His clothing shifted into form-fitting, white segmented armor, complete with blades protruding from his forearms and calves.

Grimmjow's claws began to glow a bright color—he was going to start this fight with something big.

"Desgarrón."

"Getsuga Tenshō!"

Ichigo was ready, clashing his Getsuga Tenshō against Grimmjow's Desgarrón. He would not lose this.

The two opponents began clashing like no other.

The fire in Ichigo's eyes burned hot...

If only Grimmjow knew—his fate was sealed the second Ichigo saw that video.

Sora felt like this was too boring, so why not spice it up?

"Hey, Ichigo... look."

Ichigo stopped mid-fight, and the scene he saw horrified him.

"Oh, Orihime~"

Oh, oh. Kon was jerking off to Orihime. Out here gooning to a picture of her.

Ichigo was also in the pictures, but Kon had blocked Ichigo's face with his hand, leaving only Orihime there.

"Such a plump body... aw~, so close."

"Let me fight, Ichigo. I can end this quickly."

White's voice echoed in Ichigo's mind, and for once, Ichigo listened. He listened to White.

Giving the Hollow full control over his body.

"RAHHHHHH!"

Hm. It seemed that upon hearing this, Ichigo had lost his damn mind.

His Hollow mask had horns now. That was new.

A demonic roar echoed through the battlefield.

Cero.

"Getsuga Tenshō!"

A massive, and I mean massive, Getsuga Tenshō fused with the power of a Cero was launched toward Grimmjow. Before the man could react, Sora watched as Ichigo used Sonido.

Hm, he was more Hollow than human right now.

Sora winced as he watched the absolute beatdown taking place.

Well, damn.

Ichigo slashed Grimmjow across the chest, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The 6th Espada... had been... utterly... defeated.

Ichigo regained control.

The first thing he did was Sonido in front of Sora—not even checking his kill.

"There. I defeated him. Now fucking delete the video."

"Chill, it wasn't that deep," Sora said, pressing the delete button.

Ichigo made sure he watched Sora delete the video—even from the deleted files.

Then, a thought crossed his mind.

"How the hell do you have a camera in my room?!"

A completely reasonable question. Sora, of course, had his bullshit answer ready.

"Well, you see, since Hollows tend to attack your body when Kon is in control, I had a camera there that only turns on when Kon is in control, so no need to worry."

"Doesn't that mean anytime Kon is jerking off in my body, it turns on?!"

"I plead the fifth."

"This is not America, damn it!" Ichigo yelled, shaking Sora by the collar.

Sora, meanwhile, had that smug, shit-eating grin on his face—the kind that only appears after majorly annoying a friend.

A/N....don't take this chapter too seriously....also a valid reason for vastolorde Ichigo.