Chapter 71: The Bone Circle Brawl
So.
Turns out getting "trained" — and by trained I mean jumped and beaten half to death — by the Six Dumbasses actually did something.
I feel stronger.
Not because they taught me anything. Hell no. I already knew how to punch, roar, and occasionally ride Aizen like a battle wolf. But after surviving hours of being chased, clawed, and insulted, you either break or get better.
And I don't break.
Because I'm me.
So today, with bruises all over my massive frame so I decided to settle an old score.
The Bone Circle.
That's what my gang's called.
A bunch of Adjuchas dumb enough to follow me, and smart enough to vote me leader.
Well, except Baraggan. He's technically my translator, but he's still snoring on his throne like a bony fossil.
Which means… by default, I'm in charge.
And you know what leaders do?
They challenge their subordinates to fights just because they feel like it.
So I stomped into the center of the Bone Circle courtyard — a sunken arena of cracked stone, bone spikes, and scattered hollow remains — and let out a guttural roar loud enough to shake the dust from Baraggan's ceiling.
"RAAAHHHRRR!!"
Baraggan's voice lazily echoed from his throne room:
"He challenges all Bone Circle members to battle. Winner gets top rations and bragging rights."
The courtyard erupted.
First to jump down were the Four Idiots.
Edrad Liones — massive, loud, and proud, with flames leaking from his mouth.
Yylfordt Granz — all smug grins and twitchy fingers, eager to show off.
Di Roy Rinker — loudmouth idiot fish-face with a tendency to monologue mid-fight.
And Nakeem Grindina — a mountain of muscle and bone, barely able to form words beyond "HIT!"
They were still Adjuchas, each one five or six stories tall, looming like skyscrapers with bad tempers.
I was only six meters tall.
Did I care?
No.
Because the moment the fight started… they didn't come for me.
They went for each other.
"I'll crush you first, Edrad!"
"Get outta my way, Di Roy!"
"THIS IS MY VICTORY!!"
Idiots.
While they punched, clawed, and bit one another like wild dogs in a bone pit, I casually sat down, munching on a fallen Gillian head like popcorn.
Baraggan's sleepy voice translated for me again:
"He says you're all morons. Keep it up."
By the time they'd finished beating each other to unconsciousness, I was the only one left standing.
Victory by default.
My favorite kind.
But my winning streak ended fast.
Grimmjow showed up.
Then Shawlong.
Then Aizen trotted out, tail wagging like a smug wolf.
I challenged them too.
Why?
Because I'm an idiot. And because leaders don't back down.
I fought them all. And I lost.
Grimmjow slapped me into a wall.
Shawlong dropkicked me into the sand.
Aizen bit my arm and suplexed me.
And then… the worst of all.
Spike o' Sensei.
Our castle guard.
A 10-meter-tall, perfectly ordinary cactus.
No arms. No legs. Just spikes and cold, unflinching silence.
He's my most loyal soldier.
And somehow… he still beat me.
How?
I charged him.
Tripped.
Fell into his spikes.
And passed out from embarrassment.
Baraggan's voice floated down like a taunt.
"He says… well, nothing. He's unconscious now."
Bad day?
Nah.
Great day.
Leader of the Bone Circle.
Loser to a cactus.
Champion of chaos.
And tomorrow…
I'll do it all again.
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