Fairy Tail: Shinigami

Chapter 234: Aizen’s Move.

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[Adam. C. POV.]

My grip on Zanryuzuki tightened, every muscle in my body tensed, as I moved around the battlefield, the use of Infinity was short, so I had to make the most of it.

Yamamoto's eyes bore into mine, a challenge and a promise, death. Flames danced around him, the heat threatening to burn away my very soul.

I grinned, even though this wasn't a one on one, I was having a blast. I had to end this fast though, otherwise things would end very poorly.

Before I could contemplate my next move, the captain-commander lunged. Speed, raw and overwhelming. I laughed, rushing forward to meet him head-on.

The world became a blur, and for a split second, it was just him and me. Our blades clashed, once, twice, thrice in rapid succession, creating several shockwaves that made the seireitei tremble as sparks flew, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Shunsui and Jushiro trying to flank him. Not that it would work, the man had more experience than anyone.

Every strike I delivered, he parried. Every move I made, he predicted. The rhythm of our dance, despite that, however, I felt myself growing stronger… faster as the fight progressed.

I was reading his movements better, reacting to his attacks faster, he was providing me with something I had never had before, a catalyst for growth.

"You fight well," Yamamoto's voice growled, amidst the echo of clashing blades.

"Well, I'm learning from the best," I retorted, swinging Zanryuzuki in a wide arc.

The captain-commander smirked, launching a towering wave of flames towards me. The heat was more than oppressive, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily. Drawing upon Zanryuzuki's power, I distorted the space around me, creating a void where the flames lost their way.

Before I could capitalize on this, Yamamoto was in front of me again, his blade inches from my face. I barely managed to tilt my head, feeling the sharp hot edge graze my cheek, burning some of my skin. Blood trickled down, but the pain was nothing compared to the exhilaration of the fight.

I can't even begin to imagine how strong the old man was in his prime.

Wasting no time, the old man moved again.

I pivoted, evading a sweep of Yamamoto's blade and flames, and swung Zanryuzuki downwards, aiming for a direct hit. But the old man was quick, his blade meeting mine midway, preventing the strike.

"If you want to have any chance, you better use your Bankai, child," Yamamoto said, pushing against my blade, the pressure pushing me back.

"Haha, keep fighting like that and I just might," I grunted, pushing back with equal force.

With a roar, I unleashed a burst of energy, momentarily forcing him back. Seizing the moment, I charged, cutting the old man in the chest.

Ha! The first real injury on him, and I was the one to deliver it!

"Burn!" Yamamoto roared, swinging his blade towards me in a wide arc, releasing a inferno of flames.

A sudden shadow loomed, and I looked up to see Jushiro, one of his blades absorbing the brunt of Yamamoto's flames, and with the other, he hurled the energy back.

I knew Jushiro wouldn't be able to block forever, so I moved through the flames, using Infinity to absorb the damage, managing to land a glancing blow on his side.

However, before the fight could continue, a frantic voice pierced the air, desperate and filled with dread. "Stop! Everyone, stop!" the voice gasped, out of breath. "It's Aizen! Captain Aizen is alive! He's the one behind all of this!"

I had almost forgotten about this. Meaning the one behind this message has to be the white-haired girl from Unohana's division. Can't for the life of me, remember her name, I wanna say... Miri?

I sighed, looking at the old man.

Yamamoto's reaction to the message was more pronounced. The fire around him dimmed. "What did you say?"

The voice gulped, clearly afraid but determined. "Aizen... He's alive. And... he's betrayed us! We found evidence in his quarters, plans and... and… he killed the entire Central 46!"

The gravity of her words weighed heavily in the air, and for a moment, the battlefield was silent.

Yamamoto's gaze hardened. He lowered his blade and took a deep breath, the flames around him dying down. "If what you say is true, then we have a grave situation at hand."

"So that's it, I reckon?" I asked, smiling at him.

Yamamoto's eyes found mine again. "Our duel will have to wait, young one."

Shunsui and Jushiro, sighed in relief, sheathed their swords.

"It seems our priorities have shifted," Shunsui said, his usual playful tone now serious.

Jushiro nodded, looking troubled. "I always knew there was something wrong with him, but I never expected this."

I locked eyes with Yamamoto. "I'll lend you a hand, I have a bone to pick with that bastard anyhow."

Yamamoto simply nodded. "Very well."

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[Third Person. POV.]

The atmosphere on Sokyoku Hill grew thick with tension as Isane's words resonated among the crowd. All eyes, however, were quickly drawn to a sudden surge of unfamiliar reiatsu. Emerging from a rift in the sky was none other than the man himself, Sosuke Aizen. His bespectacled face bore its usual calm, and he donned a sly smile that hinted everything was going according to plan.

Aizen wasted no time, quickly appearing beside Rukia, piercing her chest with his arm, reaching into her soul, extracting the shimmering orb of the Hogyoku that Urahara had hidden within her. As he held it, the gem's eerie glow seemed to dance in his eyes, reflecting a dark ambition.

"Rukia!" Ichigo shouted, rushing forward with his zanpakuto drawn, every ounce of his being focused on the bastard in front of him. But just as his blade was about to strike Aizen, it was stopped. Not by another weapon or a kido spell, but by a single finger.

The ease with which Aizen halted Ichigo's frenzied attack was both chilling and demoralizing.

"Kurosaki Ichigo," Aizen mused, pushing the blade away effortlessly, causing Ichigo to stagger back, before being cut down by Aizen like he was nothing but fodder.

Silence followed, broken only by the distant cries of horror from those witnessing the scene.

Then, out of the blue, an immense force whizzed past everyone, their blade aiming for the treacherous captain. Aizen seeing this, deftly jumped to avoid the attack, his eyes focused ahead.

Landing gracefully, in front of Ichigo, was Adam, Zanryuzuki glowing menacingly in his hand. "Aizen," he called out. "Why did you dodge mine? Afraid I might actually scratch that pretty face of yours?"

Aizen smiled. "Interesting," he remarked, looking Adam up and down. "Your power is... intriguing. However, as I said before it's wasted on the likes of Soul Society."

Adam chuckled, "I don't fight for them, I already told you that."

Before Aizen could respond, the weight of another reiatsu filled the area. Captain Komamura, his massive, armored form moving towards Aizen. "Aizen!" he bellowed. "You traitor! I won't let you leave here alive."

Without waiting for a response, Komamura lunged, bringing down his colossal zanpakuto with a force that threatened to split the very earth. But Aizen, with his usual calm demeanor, simply raised a hand.

Adam, recognizing the spell, yelled, "Dodge!"

Alas it was too late, the moment those words had been spoken, a dark energy enveloped Komamura, trapping him inside the spell's confines.

"Kurohitsugi," Aizen whispered.

The Black Coffin, compressed around Komamura, crushing him with its dark might, before revealing a severely injured and incapacitated Komamura, his massive frame now embedded deep into the ground in a pool of his own blood.

"Such wasted loyalty," Aizen mused, turning back to Adam. "Are you ready to face the same fate?"

Adam sighed. "What part of… I won't ever join you, is it hard to understand?"

Before Aizen could reply, the sky turned dark as a Garganta opened, blotting out the sun, as multiple Menos Grande appeared through the Garganta, their long noses and hollow eyes staring down at the Soul Society.

The Horde of Menos Grande let out a thunderous roar before firing three bright beams, holding the power of Negacion.

Aizen smiled, removing his glasses. "It seems our time here is up. But this isn't the end." His gaze settled on Adam. "Especially not for us."

As the Negación beams enveloped him, and his accomplices, they began to ascend, the Menos Grande's power drawing them back to Hueco Mundo.

"Next time, I will kill you," Adam declared, watching without much concern as the trio left.

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[Adam. C. POV.]

I was fucking glad Aizen hadn't decided to actually fight me right now. I was beyond exhausted, had we fought, I would've lost.

The fight with the old man, along with the use of Infinity had drained my power considerably. I had less than thirty percent of my full power.

That alongside the fact I was missing an arm, and a foot… Well, needless to say, the conditions weren't in my favor.

I sighed.

It didn't matter.

I would recover soon enough. After that, all I had to do was strike Aizen in the heart of his castle, after all, if I did that, I would get my ticket home from Urahara.