Bleach: The Template System Chose Me, The Forgotten Kuchiki

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The two figures flanking Grimmjow were his subordinate officers: No. 11 Sharon Kufang and No. 15 Ilfurt Grants.

Grimmjow, aloof and uninterested, observed the chaos below as his subordinates kept watch. Grants, with his long light blond hair and deep purple eyes, stared arrogantly at the humans fleeing in Naruki City. His hollow mask sat atop his head, and a hollow hole punctured his chest. "I really don't understand why Aizen sent us here from Hueco Mundo to kill a Shinigami," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Shut up, Grants! Don't speak that name!" Xiao Long, his braid swaying as he turned sharply, snapped in response, his mask covering his left eye.

Grimmjow, still leaning casually, hands tucked in his pockets, scanned the city. "Are we waiting for the Shinigami to come to us?" he asked, the disinterest in his tone palpable.

The human city below had no bearing on him. Were it not for Aizen's instructions, Grimmjow wouldn't have given this world a second thought. The ten Gillians had been sent by Aizen to wreak havoc on Naruki City, the real purpose being to draw Shiraha into their trap.

"Grimmjow," Xiao Long said, his voice steady, "If the lord said the Shinigami will come, he will come. We just have to wait a little longer."

Below them, the Gillians were wreaking destruction, devouring souls and blasting away buildings with their Ceros.

Boom!

The towering Gillians—each standing over forty meters tall—tore through the city, reducing high-rise buildings to rubble as if they were nothing more than toys. On the streets, human corpses littered the ground, their souls consumed by the Menos.

A Shinigami with an afro and a Zanpakutō stood frozen, watching the chaos unfold. This was Yoshinosuke Kuratani, a member of the 13th Division stationed in Naruki City.

"Damn it! Damn it!! Why are there so many Gillians here? Where's the support?!" Yoshinosuke cursed into the mobile phone gripped tightly in his hand, his face twisted with frustration.

The phone was a device given to him by the Technology Development Bureau before he left Soul Society, enabling him to communicate with the Soul Society if needed.

"Yoshinosuke Kuratani, Captain Kuchiki Shiraha of the 7th Division is on her way to assist you. Please hold on," a voice responded through the phone.

"This isn't the time for waiting! Ten Gillians!" Yoshinosuke shouted back.

Just as his frustration boiled over, one of the Gillians, sensing his presence, began to charge a red Cero, the energy gathering at its mouth.

Yoshinosuke's eyes widened. Reacting swiftly, he drew his Zanpakutō, calling, "Good morning, Tuyu!"

His Zanpakutō shifted, the form changing into a ring with two bells next to the handles. Just as the red Cero surged toward him, Yoshinosuke summoned a defensive move, raising the earth to form massive soil pillars to shield himself.

Boom!!

The Cero struck the pillars, shattering them instantly. The explosion sent debris scattering, but Yoshinosuke used Shunpo to retreat, narrowly avoiding the blast.

As he sprinted, he spotted something new—a figure standing ahead of him. His heart skipped.

There, before him, stood Grimmjow and his subordinates, their spiritual pressure radiating dangerously.

Yoshinosuke froze, sensing the immense Reiatsu emanating from them. His gaze darted to their waists where he noticed the unmistakable shape of a Zanpakutō. For a moment, he thought they might be fellow Shinigami, but the holes in their bodies told a different story.

"Who are you?" Yoshinosuke's voice trembled.

"Hey, Xiao Long, is this the Shinigami we're after?" Grimmjow's voice was laced with disdain as he felt Yoshinosuke's Reiatsu. "He's weak."

"Not him," Xiao Long shook his head, recalling Aizen's briefing before they left Hueco Mundo. He had seen Shiraha's appearance and felt her Reiatsu. This was not the Shinigami they were meant to target.

"Then Granz, deal with him," Grimmjow said nonchalantly, curling his lips into a smirk.

Granz didn't hesitate. "Yes, Lord Grimmjow," he replied with a grin.

In a flash, Granz appeared behind Yoshinosuke. Before the Shinigami could react, Granz's Zanpakutō pierced his chest, aimed directly at his heart. Given Yoshinosuke's level of Reiatsu, the blow was lethal.

Boom!!

But before Granz could savor his victory, a powerful force of gravity descended upon him, slamming his body into the concrete below. A crater the size of a small building formed as Granz's body was crushed under an unimaginable weight.

The impact sent shockwaves through the air, and Granz groaned, his body creaking as the pressure built. Blood trickled from his wounds as his bones strained against the force.

"Who... who did this?" Granz roared, his Reiatsu flaring.

Looking around frantically, the three Espada saw a figure materialize a thousand meters away, moving with unnatural speed. Each flicker brought the figure closer, until, in the blink of an eye, the Shinigami was right in front of them.

It was Kuchiki Shiraha.

"Captain of the Seventh Division, Kuchiki Shiraha," she greeted them with a calm smile.

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed. This was the Shinigami they had been searching for.

Shiraha's gravity still weighed heavily on Granz's crushed body, only ten times the force of gravity, yet it was enough to leave him struggling.

"Are you Captain Shiraha of the Seventh Division?" Yoshinosuke asked, his voice filled with relief.

"Chegu, step back. This is no place for you." Shiraha said with a gentle smile. She had recognized him instantly—Yoshinosuke was weak, but his Zanpakutō had the ability to seal even Aizen for five seconds.

"Yes, Captain Shiraha," Yoshinosuke nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation. "Please be careful, these three are unlike anything I've seen."

Without another word, he vanished, Shunpo taking him out of harm's way.

"Grimmjow, this is her," Xiao Long's voice was low, eyes narrowed as he assessed Shiraha's Reiatsu. It matched exactly what Aizen had shown him.

Grimmjow cracked his neck. "Let's see if your strength is worth Aizen sending us all the way from Hueco Mundo to find you."

With a shout, Grimmjow drew his Zanpakutō. A flash of blue energy condensed in his palm, a Cero charged by the blood flowing through his blade. The energy crackled, and in an instant, the blast shot forward at Shiraha.

"Wang Xu's Flash!" Grimmjow roared.

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