"Damn it!"
"Who the hell made this video?! How dare they edit me to look so weak?! I swear, I'll find them and tear them apart!"
Inside the vast palace, Yammy's furious roar nearly shook the ceiling.
On the surface, he ranked last among the Espada.
But in reality, his true identity was Espada Number 0—once he transformed into his Resurrección, Ira, his power was utterly terrifying.
Yet now?
The video showed Yammy being completely overpowered the moment Benihime's strike landed on him. He had no chance to fight back, reduced to nothing more than a raging, impotent fool.
What made it even worse…
Today happened to be the Arrancar army's regular assembly.
All the other Espada, along with their Fracción, were present—meaning every Arrancar in Las Noches had just watched this humiliating video!
A transparent screen hovered in the air.
As the footage of Yammy's miserable defeat played on, the atmosphere in the palace became… strange.
"Tch…"
"So you got beaten down by a Shinigami, huh? What a disgrace to the Espada!" A scornful, mocking voice finally broke the silence.
Grimmjow stood with one hand in his pocket.
His short, sky-blue hair framed a vicious smirk full of contempt.
The self proclaimed 'King' was as violent and ruthless as ever.
He had always despised Shinigami, and he didn't even truly respect Aizen.
After watching the video, his first reaction was sheer disgust at Yammy's incompetence.
"I have to agree…"
"Three against one, and you still got dominated the entire fight? Pathetic." From another corner of the palace, Nnoitra snickered, his voice dripping with mockery.
Yammy's defeat irritated him.
The moment the video ended, Nnoitra's killing intent surged.
"Yammy, the video isn't even finished yet. Looks like your humiliation has only just begun." Szayelaporro Granz, the scientist of Las Noches and the Eighth Espada, chuckled as he joined in on the ridicule.
"Szayelaporro…"
"Explain this. Why is this happening? And where did this footage even come from?"
At last, Ulquiorra—who had been silently watching—spoke in a cold, emotionless voice.
As the Fourth Espada,
With Aizen absent, he was essentially the steward of Las Noches, maintaining order and managing relationships between the Arrancar.
But now,
This mysterious transparent screen had appeared, broadcasting bizarre footage of Arrancar invading the Human World.
Even for someone as composed as Ulquiorra,
The sheer strangeness of the situation unsettled him.
He knew for a fact that—
Aizen had returned to the Soul Society a month ago, and since then, none of the Arrancar had left Las Noches.
As for Yammy—
Other than eating, sleeping, and occasionally slaughtering weaker Hollows, he had been by Ulquiorra's side the entire time. There was no way he could have simply vanished under his watch.
So then…
How was this even possible?
Ulquiorra couldn't make sense of it.
His instincts as the Black-Winged Demon told him that this situation was far more serious than it seemed.
"Well…"
Faced with Ulquiorra's interrogation, Szayelaporro hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering. After a moment, he sighed in frustration.
"To be honest, I'm just as eager as you to understand what's going on. But right now, I have no leads."
The usually arrogant scientist looked visibly shaken.
Indeed,
Even with his keen analytical skills, he couldn't find any flaws in the footage.
The transparent screen couldn't be touched.
It couldn't be turned off.
Given these circumstances,
Szayelaporro had no choice but to do what the rest of the Arrancar were doing—sit back and watch.
And that feeling of helplessness infuriated him.
"Fine. Let's keep watching."
Ulquiorra's jade-green eyes remained indifferent, his pupils shifting slightly as he activated his Solita Vista ability, recording every frame of the video.
And so,
The footage continued playing.
Just as Szayelaporro had said, the next scene showed Yammy getting completely outclassed—tossed around like a ragdoll.
The one-sided beatdown lasted for quite a while.
It wasn't until Negación suddenly intervened that Yammy—barely clinging to life—was rescued.
"Yammy…"
"You've disgraced all of us. You don't even deserve to be an Espada."
Baraggan, his skeletal mask shaped like a crown, let out a cold snort, his fury palpable.
Once, he had been the King of Hueco Mundo.
He had never feared Shinigami.
Yet now, one of his own had been utterly humiliated by some nameless Shinigami.
As the 'God-King' of Hueco Mundo, Baraggan could not tolerate such disgrace.
"It really is embarrassing…"
The only female Espada, Tier Harribel—ranked third—spoke up for once. "That Shinigami didn't even seem that strong."
"Oh?"
"So what you're saying is, the Shinigami wasn't strong—Yammy was just too weak?"
Coyote Starrk stretched lazily, his disinterested tone making it clear he had finally decided to join the conversation.
Among the Espada, he was the most laid-back.
Rankings meant little to him.
What mattered more was the chance to fight strong opponents.
If given the chance, Starrk wouldn't mind testing his strength against this Shinigami himself.
"Starrk, I didn't take you for someone who likes to stir the pot." Harribel remained expressionless.
"I'm just telling it like it is."
Yawning, Starrk leaned back.
As Negación faded, the transparent screen suddenly went black.
It seemed that Urahara Kisuke's "revelation" was coming to an end.
And as for the relentless mockery from the other Espada—
Especially from the top three Espada themselves—
Yammy was seething with rage, but he didn't dare speak back.
All he could do was swallow his anger and accept the humiliating label of "trash."
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Seireitei.
Twelfth Division Barracks – Research and Development Bureau
"Akon, have you figured it out? How many of these screens have appeared throughout the Soul Society?"
The hum of machinery filled the air.
Ever since the first transparent screen appeared minutes ago, the Research and Development Bureau had plunged into chaos.
The hotline had been ringing non-stop.
Every few seconds,
A new call came in from another Division, asking about the mysterious screens.
And it wasn't just Seireitei.
Even within the Bureau itself, every floor, every room—had a screen of its own.
Under Akon's command, the Twelfth Division had tried every possible method to crack the phenomenon.
But nothing worked.
Even the simplest signal interference was ineffective.
"Captain Kurotsuchi…"
"Based on the data collected, just within Seireitei alone, there are 568 of these screens—and that doesn't even include Rukongai."
Akon handed the report to Mayuri Kurotsuchi, his voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and frustration.
Mayuri blinked, his pupils rotating slightly.
"568, just in Seireitei?"
Impressive.
Whoever was behind this had gone all out.
"Well, well…"
"To think, after only a hundred years, Urahara Kisuke's research capabilities have reached such terrifying heights!"
Mayuri's raspy voice dripped with jealousy and resentment.
Like Aizen,
His first assumption was that this was Urahara's doing.
At first, he hadn't been too concerned.
He dismissed it as nothing more than an annoying prank.
But as the video played on—
The appearance of Arrancar, the emergence of Negación, the immersive realism of the footage—
The deranged scientist finally started to panic.
He had to admit…
He had severely underestimated Urahara.
Even after a hundred years,
That man still surpassed him in intelligence!