Nobi Nobita, a weak and unreliable 10-year-old boy... He had a robot friend from the future, Doraemon, his true friend. Nobita, Giant, Suneo, Shizuka - they all went on countless adventures together...
But that was merely a dream...
Now, he lies on a hospital bed. Born with a weak body, he never had the chance to play with others. He often dreamed of his imaginary tales - of Doraemon, of adventures, of traveling across the universe, rescuing princesses and princes, saving the world, saving the universe...
But none of it was real... Why was he in this condition? Why couldn't he play with others? Why was it so painful... He wished he could rest peacefully like in his dreams.
He gazed out the window at the same tree he'd been watching since arriving here... It was autumn now, and the leaves were gradually falling. He thought about how he was probably no different from that tree now...
He wanted this torment to end. He wanted to dream again, dream of adventures... The last image before his eyes dimmed was the final leaf falling...
Nobi Nobita passed away that day at just 10 years old. A child who had a bright future waiting, but that day would never come... His life in this world had ended, but from here on...
He opened his eyes again, but this time it wasn't the hospital ceiling he saw... but the sky? It was nighttime... with only moonlight. But this certainly wasn't the world where he had been lying in bed...
Now he found himself in a vast desert wasteland, with nothing but scattered dead trees. How did he get here... and why... He should be dead... But then he heard someone's voice...
Could this be hell? Because such a desolate place surely couldn't be heaven. And most importantly...
His hands...
they weren't human hands anymore...
He was no longer human. His skin had become pale white and hardened... His form still retained some human characteristics, but he had a tail made of what looked like bone structure longer than his body. At its tip was what appeared to be another creature's head. His back had a long ridge-like fin running down it, and his face was covered by a mask resembling that of a carnivorous dinosaur...
But the mind of a 10-year-old who had just died didn't care anymore. Whether this was hell or not, his legs could move...
"I'm... standing... standing... I'M STANDING!!!!!!"
Nobita roared with a terrifying scream that echoed everywhere, releasing an immense spiritual pressure that many beings in the Hollow realm, Hueco Mundo, could sense...
Well... what should he do now? If this was hell, would there be some kind of grim reaper coming to punish him?... But there was no one here, and he didn't even feel hungry. Should he wait for someone to come?...
But waiting was boring... He had been lying in a hospital bed all this time... and now he could stand, walk... run?...
"Well then... since no one's coming..."
And Nobita decided to run...
He kept running and running. If he met anyone, he planned to greet them, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy the fact that his legs could move again... He hoped he would meet someone friendly...
Meanwhile, as Nobita began running, there were groups of beings who had taken notice of the spiritual pressure he had released...
"This spiritual pressure... interesting..." a man's voice spoke...
"The spiritual pressure is amazing... might be even greater than yours, Lord Aizen..."
"Then let's pay him a visit, Gin."
This is the story of Nobi Nobita, a weak boy who departed before his time, and now exists in Hueco Mundo as a Hollow - not just any Hollow, but a Vasto Lorde, the highest level. His arrival will change everything forever...
To Be Continued
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