There was a fundamental shift in the situation unfolding; a monster that should not exist had appeared.
This creature emerged with long, flowing orange hair. Its skin was unnaturally white, like bone; a common feature for a Hollow but not for a human. Its body was small, roughly the size of a human, but its feet resembled claws, as did its hands. The hollow hole in its chest, marking the loss of its heart, and the terrifying bone mask with horns made it look more like a demon of legend than anything human.
Ichigo Vasto Lorde... an iconic transformation in Bleach had appeared, even though it shouldn't have been possible; the Ichigo in question didn't even exist.
'I don't care...'
True, for Allen none of those things had any relevance.
Allen felt irritated at being interrupted during an intimate moment with a woman he now considered his wife... or at least one of them.
Normally, he would have restrained himself, but at this moment, he had already abandoned such hypocrisy.
Human beings are fickle, and their behavior often changes based on circumstances. Perhaps, if this Vasto Lorde had not appeared while Allen held Unohana in his arms, he might have shown some mercy.
But at that moment… he did not.
The power of a Shinigami is fascinating. Despite their Zanpakutō being independent entities, they are the source of much of a Shinigami's strength.
Allen possessed two Zanpakutō. They seemed complex, but Allen could easily define Clown Crown by its versatility. A Zanpakutō focused on techniques that had yet to reveal even a fraction of its potential.
In contrast, his second Zanpakutō could manifest his former enemies as though they had always been present. However, the power they offered was proportional to Allen's Reiatsu.
For this reason, Allen viewed this Zanpakutō as pure power. Technique and Power…
Allen had technique but lacked power. Was Allen, with his supposedly weak soul, so feeble as a Shinigami that he would barely rank third in a division?
No!
No one who had seen Allen so far would think his soul was weak. But if that was not the case, then where was his power?
The answer came when a soft voice reached his ears like a whisper, and Allen learned the name of his mysterious Zanpakutō.
…
Allen stopped the charge of the mutant Vasto Lorde, known as Shiro (White), with minimal effort. He then destroyed the creature's Cero and sent it flying, unleashing his power crudely.
The Hollow shot through the sky in an instant, crashing into a mountain range with a massive explosion. Then, there was silence.
Overwhelming...
How else could one describe the hidden power of Allen's soul?
For the people in the chat, seeing the protagonist's Hollow form was shocking, but not as much as its swift defeat.
"A Vasto Lorde?!"
Unohana snapped out of her daze. She didn't question the massive surge in power from the man who would be her husband. However, her heart trembled at the sight of a Shinigami's worst enemy: a Hollow that had evolved into a Vasto Lorde.
Such a creature was as rare as it was dangerous, its power capable of rivaling or even surpassing that of a Captain. Something like this had no place in the Seireitei, no reason to appear in the Soul Society. Yet there it was.
Allen, for his part, stared at his hand for a moment before summoning his Zanpakutō.
Lenalee…
The name of a Zanpakutō reflects its essence, often embodying the power or ability it represents. Yet Lenalee was hardly a name one might associate with a Zanpakutō, but that's the name he had heard from her.
Indeed, Zanpakutōs have their own will and can communicate with their Shinigami. In the case of Clown Crown: Divine Comedy Version, Allen didn't hear its voice but could feel its will and emotions. He knew when it worried about him, when it grew angry on his behalf, and when it was eager to fight.
With Lenalee, however, it was the opposite. Allen could not sense its emotions or will. Still, it could communicate with her, albeit through brief phrases or single words; Her voice was faint but audible.
…
"Are you alright?" Unohana touched Allen's cheek with concern as she noticed him lost in thought.
"I was just thinking... it's strange. That monster came straight for me as if no one else existed, as if someone had sent it here just for me…"
Unohana's tender, maternal smile shifted to something cold and ruthless. Her Reiatsu began to seep out, and the submissive demeanor that had made others forget just how terrifying she could be, but upon hearing that someone wanted to kill Allen she gave in to her nature.
Allen met her cold, cruel gaze... still beautiful, even in its deadly intensity. Unohana Yachiru and Unohana Retsu were the same woman, though their personalities seemed so different.
Unaffected, Allen felt an urge to test Yachiru this time. He kissed her.
Unohana was caught off guard. But after being surprised once, it didn't happen again. As if another woman had emerged, Unohana wrapped her arms around Allen and, with a trace of shyness but also burning passion, did her best to return the kiss.
Allen smiled inwardly. Kissing Retsu was like tasting the essence of a refined, pure lady—soft, warm, and pleasant, like the love of a wife who greets you with a smile every morning. Sweet and addictive, it made him never want to let go.
Kissing Yachiru was different—a cold, dangerous sensation on the surface, but with a passionate warmth underneath. Her desire was more akin to obsession. Her kisses felt as if she were trying to steal a piece of your soul. Her dangerous gaze held a glimmer of obsession, leaving no doubt that she would find you no matter where you ran.
"Hmh❤️~"
Unohana, who had never cared much about her voluptuous body or beauty, could feel Allen's hands exploring her possessively. She was proud of her natural beauty, confident that it could satisfy her husband. As before, every caress of his fingers melted her body and soul; she couldn't resist and didn't want to, really.
"It's enough, Allen..."
A golden sword flew toward them from one of the women who had been watching, stewing in jealousy.
Allen caught the sword midair and shattered it. This was no ordinary weapon but a magical treasure.
Ruby's beautiful eyes, under a cloak that covered her perfect and beautiful face in the sunlight, looked at Allen with displeasure.
"Allen Walker… you dare to ignore me after you have taken me out of my kingdom"
With a tone of arrogance laced with sarcasm and jealousy, one of the women who had followed Allen stepped forward.
"Who are you, and what business do you have with my husband?"
Unohana's tone was dry and cold, filled with hostility. Her attitude was justified—any woman would be furious if a stranger threw a sword at her. Yet, for Unohana, that offense was minor compared to being interrupted.
Unohana was like an explorer who had spent a thousand years wandering empty ruins and had finally found a treasure, only for someone to try to steal it.
Allen looked at the woman with mild surprise before smirking.
"We don't have the kind of relationship that would justify your jealousy," he accused instead of yielding or apologizing.
The woman fell silent for a moment. She expected Unohana to get angry, but to her surprise, it was Allen who did. She felt conflicted—she didn't want to fight him, but her pride wouldn't allow her to apologize.
"Allen, this has nothing to do with you…"
"She's my wife. Why wouldn't it have anything to do with me?" Allen teased with a half-smile and amused eyes.
"Tsk…"
"Darling…"
Unohana called to Allen softly, smiling from within his embrace. Unohana's intentions were clear she wanted to deal with the blonde beauty. Allen didn't know what to say, if both women wanted to fight, he wouldn't stop them as long as they didn't kill each other.
"Settle your differences, but don't overstep, or I will be upset..."
Unohana nodded in consent, but the blonde girl did not.
"..." Allen smiled.
She didn't need to say more; Allen let her go after holding her for so long. In gratitude, she kissed his cheek and leaned close to his ear to whisper, "Thank you, tonight... I'll pay you back as you wish."
Several women frowned in jealousy. Although only Nikky, Starfire, and sweet Alice did not understand the situation, the other women close to Allen had strong instincts and could easily guess what she had said.
…
Gwen – Allen, can you come back today? We need to talk…
MJ – It's important."
Natasha – I don't usually comment on your decisions, but I'd like to have a serious conversation with you.
"Of course…"
Allen agreed without hesitation. He could feel the anxiety in the women's words. Although it was common for Allen to have close relationships with women wherever he went, this time there was a sense of urgency among the girls, as if they feared losing their place in his heart.
Allen wanted to assure them that there was no need to worry. While his attitude toward Unohana had been different from how he treated the other women in this world, it didn't mean she held an exclusive place—it was more of a general change in his behavior.
Allen bit Unohana's ear suddenly, surprising her and issuing a playful warning. "Don't make promises you can't keep~."
Unohana's carefully maintained composure faltered, and her cheeks flushed. She had tried to act seductively, but without experience, it came off as something superficial. While others might have been fooled by her centuries of emotional control, Allen saw right through her.
The mysterious blonde scoffed with disdain as Unohana flustered herself. "Pretending to be someone you're not? Acting falsely in front of the man you claim to love? Is that how you aspire to be his wife?"
Unohana did not pay the slightest attention to the blonde woman's comments and only focused on Allen. Her demeanor shifted back to that of the gentle Unohana Retsu, offering a warm and tender smile. "I was only trying to please you, but I lack the skill. Still, if my husband is willing to teach me, I'll learn everything I need to please him as a good wife should."
"...!"
Unohana's humility and sincerity caught everyone off guard. While her lack of romantic experience was evident, her mature grace turned her perceived error into an advantage. The Chat exploded with envy, declaring that Allen didn't deserve such a dedicated woman.
Allen ignored the noise entirely, pulling Unohana back into his arms and kissing her... again.
"Hmh!~..." Unohana glared at the mysterious blonde, but before she could relish her momentary victory, she found herself melting into the kiss.
The other woman, still cloaked in a mantle, crossed her arms and laughed. "That boy is becoming uncontrollable," she said.
The speaker was none other than Yoruichi Shihōin, who had accompanied Allen to rescue Rukia while also seeking to resolve unfinished business with Urahara Kisuke.
For now, the topic of her spending months as Allen's cat companion was brushed aside. Allen didn't push the subject either.
Yoruichi, a former Seireitei noble exiled from Soul Society, had hoped to keep her identity hidden. Initially planning to leave Allen to his business, she decided to stay after seeing the kind of people accompanying him—her instincts told her it might be necessary.
She didn't fully understand who Allen was. She knew he had Shinigami powers, had discovered his Quincy heritage, and had stirred up significant chaos in the Soul Society. Beyond that, his full scope remained a mystery.
Unlike the ill-tempered blonde, Yoruichi had an open mind. She wasn't jealous of other women, as her relationship with Allen was not romantic, at least not yet. Despite all the "intimacy" they'd shared during their time together, nothing serious had happened between them.
(A/N: Obviously, nothing happened—she was literally a cat in front of Allen, lol.)
"Ya-chan (Yachiru) has no shame, almost stripping Allen to consummate their marriage early! Haha… no, we're talking about that Unohana. Yachiru wouldn't do something like that in public…"
Yoruichi had silently observed everything, from Allen's swift against Vasto Lorde to his unique dynamic with Unohana.
"Hehe~" She blinked, touched her own lips briefly, then shook her head and disappeared from view.
Nearby, Orihime and Chad, who had been standing next to Yoruichi, were left stunned by her sudden departure.
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The blonde woman glared resentfully at Unohana, clearly provoked. She stepped forward, summoning various weapons from thin air.
The spectators gasped in recognition as the woman's identity became clear. She cast off her cloak, revealing a noble aura, golden hair that shimmered like sunlight, scarlet eyes, a well-proportioned figure, and a face as beautiful as it was authoritative. Her noble bearing was distinct from Artoria's.
"..."
Allen's gaze was drawn to the dazzling woman. While he stopped kissing Unohana. She turned to follow his line of sight and saw the woman she had been competing against.
Allen smiled at Unohana, silently asking her to step aside. Understanding his intent, she withdrew.
"I didn't ask you to come; you offered yourself," Allen said.
The blonde woman's eye twitched in irritation, and she launched an attack at Allen.
"How irresponsible! Do you realize how worried this king has been about you? And now that I can finally fight alongside you, you ignore me!"
Allen vanished, reappearing behind her and resting his chin on her shoulder. It could have been seen as a humiliating gesture, but surprisingly, she didn't seem to mind. His words softened the action.
"You're right… thank you," he said.
The woman studied him closely; this situation must have been unpleasant because she did not like this kind of intimate contact; strangely, it did not happen this time because her heart was racing, and her mind was asking her to knock him down right there and then have children.
She felt a faint blush creep across her cheeks as she quickly masked her emotions with a faint pout.
"I'll forgive you this time, Allen..."
Allen smirked, disappearing again but not without signaling to Orihime and Chad that he'd be back shortly.
...
Meanwhile, Rukia had been overcome with fear. The sounds of explosions and shouting surrounded her as if a war had broken out.
The room she was confined to had a barrier that blocked external reiatsu, which might have been a blessing—if she had sensed what was happening outside, she might have fainted. From her perspective, it appeared as though Allen had invaded the Seireitei on his own.
Despite her actions, Rukia didn't want the world to end in tragedy. Her heart was heavy with guilt and helplessness.
"It seems you're not doing too well, Rukia…"
A familiar voice broke the silence, startling her. She looked up in disbelief to see someone seated casually on the window ledge. He shouldn't be there.
Her wide eyes filled with shock as she whispered his name.
"Allen…"
"Hi, Rukia" His smile carried a hint of mockery and laziness, sending a chill through her.
"W-why…?"
Her eyes began to glisten with tears. She didn't understand how Allen had gotten there. Yet, knowing he had likely made himself an enemy of the Seireitei, risking his life for someone he had known for only a few days, left her overwhelmed.
Allen's smile turned bittersweet. She didn't realize she had done the same for him.
"Wha—?!"
Rukia yelped as Allen picked her up in a bridal carry.
"What are you doing?!"
"What do you think? We're leaving, Rukia. I've come to kidnap the princess…"
Rukia's mind struggled to keep up, her cheeks flushing at his bold words.
"You idiot!" she scolded, but her expression softened. "You know they'll kill us, right…?"
Even if they escaped, where could she go? The human world? It was ridiculous to think survival was even an option. She felt anger and sorrow at the futility of it all but couldn't deny the tiny spark of happiness that Allen had come for her.
This made her feel like Allen was someone worthy of her sacrifice.
"Just leave me and save yourself, Allen. You might still have a chance…"
"No."
Rukia sighed at his predictable response. She wasn't naive enough to think he'd come this far only to leave her behind now.
"Allen, do what you want. If worst comes to worst, we'll die together…"
She nestled into his arms, cherishing the moment, knowing it might be her last.
"That can be arranged…"
A raspy, aged voice shattered the moment, and Rukia froze.
Allen's eyes narrowed as he turned to shield Rukia. Standing in the air was an old man, hunched over with a cane. The man stared at Allen in silence.
"Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni… or is it Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto? I never did get the order of your name right…"
"Brat…"
Allen summoned Lenalee and pointed it at the elder. "I figured you'd be here, but I didn't think you'd personally get involved."
"I've seen your companions. They're dangerous… Brat, I now officially recognize you as an enemy!"
Fun fact about Yamamoto Genryūsai: he was never considered a potential war, like Aizen Sōsuke, Urahara Kisuke, or Kurosaki Ichigo. Why? It's simple. By the time Yhwach launched his war, Yamamoto had already lost an arm, severely limiting his power, movements, and swordsmanship.
However, standing before Allen was Yamamoto Genryūsai at full strength. For those wondering if age had weakened him like it would a human, the answer was no. Yamamoto's spiritual body had not decayed. As a Shinigami, his power remained formidable unless external causes intervened.
"Kuchiki Rukia, I cannot allow this lack of appreciation for your home...for a human child. Don't worry; I will see to it that you both die a quick death!"
"What did you say?!..." Allen's expression turned to one of distaste.
Yamamoto transformed his cane into a zanpakutō.
"Banshō issai kaijin to nase! …Ryūjin Jakka!"
(A/N: Reduce all creation to ash! …Ryūjin Jakka)
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A/N: It's been very cold lately, it's a problem for me because if it's too cold I find it hard to write 😂