German Hollow Quest 27

You scratch the back of your hand and apologize to her.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
I promise I'll make it up to you somehow.
Now if you'll excuse me I'll be on my way."

She nods.
"Fine, we'll see each other around.
Take care."

With that you leave her alone and make your way to the laboratory in order to check up on Alex.
When you get there you get the full attention of both Yata and Alex.
They have an incredibly dire expression on their faces.
As you look them over you can feel confusion and fear overtake you as your mind begins to devote all of its processing power to come up with a list of horrible things that could have happened to Alex.

Yata steps forth and grabs your shoulder.
"I think you should sit down for this one."
You look at him dumbfounded, seeing the cracks on his mask still remaining from this morning.

He gets you a rolling chair and you sit down and begin bracing yourself for the news.
But he doesn't speak and instead he looks at Alex expectantly.
She looks at you and her lips begin to quiver.
"I-I'm pregnant..."
She says as she averts her eyes from you and instead looks at the ground.

You open your mouth but you fail to produce any sound.
In an instant you can feel the immense pressure that was building inside of you leave you and in turn you feel like your body has gotten lighter than air itself.
You stand up from your chair and you can feel a tear forming right under your eye but you simply don't care.

In that moment you feel...
>Happy
>Enraged
>Nervous
>Other? (Write-in)

>mindblown

supporting

>Happy
>>Nervous

What?

>Happy
and
this

>Happy
>Nervous
How the hell does a hollow become pregnant?

>other
Such a strong combination of all three that we're actually kind of numb, and we must process this. We then leave, then about five minutes later, a scream will be heard echoing around Vanhiem, which lasts for another 5 minutes. There will be no breathing between the start and end of the scream.

>Writing

Your mind is currently blank, overloaded by happiness and the sheer magnitude of your confusion.
For a couple of moments you still can't produce any sound and the two hollows in your vicinity begin worrying.
This gets even worse when you begin laughing first quietly but your voice slowly begins to rise until you are pretty sure that every soul in Vanaheim can hear you and they probably soiled themselves.

Yata begins to get nervous and actually asks you a question.
"A-are you alright?"

After somewhat collecting yourself you look at him with an honest to god smile on your face.
"Alright?
I've never been happier!"

You walk up to Alex and raise her up by her armpits just like you used to do when she was smaller and begin swinging her around.
"What's wrong Alex?
Liven up a bit! This is wonderful!"

"L-let go of me you oaf!
This is a serious matter!"
She tries her hardest to object and eventually you let her go.

Afterwards you have to sit back down because you are not confident that you could stay standing upright.
When you look at Alex you can see that she is actually still a bit worried about the situation but at least she calmed down after seeing your reaction.
But as you settle down and think about it you begin to realize how little sense this whole situation makes.
You look at her and begin speaking.
"So, wait I'm confused...
How did this happen exactly?"

"W-well Asher is the father obviously."

You begin stroking your chin and think about things for a second.
"So is it because he is a Fullbringer?"

"What's a Fullbringer?"
Yata asks.

"A spiritually aware human with hollow like powers.
They can interact with spirits."

"Why haven't I heard about this before?"

"Because I never told you?"

"Not that!
Spiritually aware humans? Fascinating!"

"You probably were aware but you only saw them in history books where they burned people at stakes for witchcraft.
Or people in straight jackets."

"That just begs for too many questions."

inb4 Yata starts a Fullbringer eugenics program

Oh, wait does that mean you don't know about the quincy?
>Human experimentation intensifies.

"Aren't you forgetting something?!"
Alex shouts at you.
"Like this happening to me?!"
She says as she points at her stomach.

You can see that she is incredibly nervous by the look on her face.
You walk up to her and hug her while also patting her head.
"Come now, there's no reason to worry about!"

"B-but I have no idea what I'd have to do and I mean a baby?!
I can't go five steps without getting into trouble."

"You worry too much pumpkin.
We'll be here for you and you can ask us for help anytime."

She sighs while leaning to you.
"And we didn't do anything differently from before...
Just look at this mess...
At least you took it better than I expected."

"What's that?"

"Nothing!"
She abruptly speaks up.

"Did you think I'd go and beat the shit out of Asher for this or what?"

"Don't deny that you weren't considering it!"

"Only for a few moments but I always stopped before it came to skinning him alive.
Besides, I probably knew about that stuff even before you did."

"Keep dreaming pops!"

"Fine, don't believe me."
With that however you let go of her.

She seems to be a bit relieved now but obviously she is still nervous.
In that moment Yata begins poking your shoulder.
You turn to face him and he begins to speak up.

"I don't mean to interrupt this vomit enducingly adorable scene but we have some complications.
How do you intend to deal with this situation?
I mean I haven't seen a pregnant arrancar before but I have no doubt in my mind that it's possible.
But still, this isn't exactly the safest place for a child.
Or what do you expect me to do? Make her baggy clothes to cover up her growing belly?"

That's a good question.
>"That's not actually a bad idea. We are mostly spanish, give her a poncho."
>"I'm the Segunda, if anyone so much as looks at her funny I'll break their spine!"
>Sending her to the Living Realm might be the best solution.
>Other? (write-in)

>"That's not actually a bad idea. We are mostly spanish, give her a poncho."
but just in case
>Sending her to the Living Realm might be the best solution.

>"That's not actually a bad idea. We are mostly spanish, give her a poncho."

>>Sending her to the Living Realm might be the best solution

>>"That's not actually a bad idea. We are mostly spanish, give her a poncho."
>Sending her to the Living Realm might be the best solution.

>"That's not actually a bad idea. We are mostly spanish, give her a poncho."

>Sending her to the Living Realm might be the best solution.

>Sending her to the Living Realm might be the best solution.
Go home and be a family man.

Very well
>Writing

That made you think of something.
"Yata..."

He looks at you with anticipation.
"Yeees?"

"How is that pet project of yours coming along?"

He begins scratching his head.
"Unless Szayel raided my prototype then it should be ready for field testing.
But it's still not perfect."

"Can you make a poncho or something out of it?
We are spanish to a degree so nobody would bat an eye at it."

"To cover her form?
That alone will be hardly enough."

With that you turn your attention to Alex.
"I suggest you spend some time in the Living World for a while."

"H-huh?
But you said you'll help me..."

"You can come visit any time.
But if you stay there in order to do some recon under my orders then you'll be much safer.
If we limit peoples exposure of your situation things won't get as heated.
And if Yata makes some less revealing clothes then no one will notice the difference.
We will also visit you plenty of times in order to "collect your reports"."

"A-and what about when the baby comes"

"We'll worry about that when the time comes.
For now it'll be better if you just lay low and if we are lucky the baby will be impossible to tell apart from an Arrancar.
And at that point people will just assume it was a one night stand with some random Arrancar."

"But I don't want them to think that of me!"

"Would you rather risk exposing Asher?"

She stays quiet after that and quietly pouts.
After a weary sigh she begins speaking once more.
"Fine...
So what's this secret project of yours Yata?"

He doesn't answer but begins fiddling around some random piles of stuff he has.
After searching for a few moments he pulls out a white fabric that's not too different from the cloth he normally uses for uniforms.
"I've been trying to replicate Aizens reiatsu suppressing cloaks for a while now.
Sadly this is as far as I got.
It's hard to reverse engineer something without an actual copy of the stuff..."

Hollow Ninja's. Yes!

She looks at it clearly unimpressed.
"Is that it?
Reiatsu suppressing clothes?"

He is clearly annoyed at this.
"It's not as easy as you might think.
All I had is Kaizars mucus and even then it's hard to actually preserve the little bastards living in there.
But I digress, the fabric actually siphons reiatsu from the user in order to create a partial cloaking field.
Unlike Aizens, my variant actually weakens you considerably, you won't even be able to protect yourself if you wear it."

"So what's the upside?"

"It's still a prototype damn it!
I said it's ready for testing, nothing more!
Coming up with this stuff is hard you know!"

You put your hand on Alex' shoulder to reassure her.
"You still know how to hide yourself right?"

"S-sure, but I was never really good at it."

"I'm certain that if we combine the cloak with your talent then it'll be good."

"If you say so."

You gave Yata the order and he proceeded to create reiatsu suppressing clothing specifically made for Alex.
When done it took the appearance of a rather large poncho which would cover up her growing belly to a point.
And just as Yata promised the signature of Alex got considerably weaker thanks to it.
It took some fine tuning but you managed to hone the technique of Alex and her reiatsu became so weak that you could easily mistake it to one of the small rodents lurking around Vanaheim.

After it was done you told her to take it off and say her goodbyes to her friends.
When it came to parting it was difficult but you reassured her that you'll see each other plenty of times.

For the following 9 months you have some extra time on your hands.
How do you spend it?
(Pick 1)

>Training.
>Making friends.
>Playing grandfather with Asher and Alex.
>Whipping Nnoitora into shape.
>Other? (write-in)

nother thing to add to our division planning

looking for stark (or other arroncar)

>Making friends.
>Playing grandfather with Asher and Alex.

>Whipping Nnoitora into shape.
while i would love to grandfather the fuck out of Alex, making sure that the psychopathic us learns decency and something approaching morals

>Making friends.
Talk with harribel

>>Making friends.

>Whipping Nnoitora into shape.

>encouraging spoonmantis
...maybe

>(PICK 1)

>>Whipping Nnoitora into shape

>Training.

>Playing grandfather with Asher and Alex.

here
Second thought.
No. I'd like our daughteru and grandchild to not be murdered as part of a challenge.
Or any of our other friends.
Maybe throw him at Aimee? See how he does there, talk some stuff over with him if he lives. See what we can do about his outlook and attitude.

If nothing, we tear him limb from limb and eat him as a reminder not to step out of line to the others.

>Training.

Maybe put Cirucci or Wang Lan in charge of them?

Divisive vote

Actually with Aimee having clearly fallen out of favor with the higher ups she might be ripe for manipulation.

We should talk to her, get to know her. Lord knows we've got enough history that hearing from her before we decide what to do with her, not that we'd tell her such a thing seems warranted.

To me it looks like Spoon Mantis wins.
>Writing.

So what would happen if Marr had a segunda etapa or whatever that arrancar bankai thing was?

Could he have blown up Huehuecomundo's moon from standing in las noches?

We should learn to fight with our eyes closed so we can eventually take out Aizen

After Alex left and you were about to go and drink yourself silly but something unexpected happened.
A familiar mantis is standing in front of you with his single eye staring deep into your soul.
His aura didn't change at all, in fact you'd say he is still as full of himself as he was before.

But something is still off as he begins to speak.
"You...
You said you'll give me power.
Don't leave me hangin' like that you bastard."

Your cheerful eyes change to a more serious state.
"So you've changed your mind after all?"

"What you said...
Waitin' for years for some pompous asshole? No thanks.
Now hurry up and let's do this! I've had enough of this shit."

You walk up to touching distance to him and look him straight in the eye.
"And you think I'll just give it to you like that?"

"What?!"

"Everything comes with a sacrifice. Wise words."
You point up to his face and begin poking his mask.
"I'll tear that thing off of you in an instant but it has a price attached to it."

"Tch...
And what would that be?!"

"Simple.
In turn for giving you the same power that I have, I'll destroy you!"
His eyes widen.
"I'll push you through Hell itself and you'll break.
Once you are broken, I'll take the pieces and forge you into a proper killing machine!"
You extend your open arm to him.

He looks down at it and after a little consideration he puts one of his large scythe like claws in your hand.
You get a good grip on the thing until it draws your blood and shake it.
With a fiendish grin you look at him.
"It's a deal then."

You let go of him and signal him to follow you.
He gives you a questioning look.
"Just where are you taking me?"

"We need one more person for the procedure.
A man you'll have to get used to, the good doctor himself."

"Why?"
He asks, his voice filled with annoyance.

"Because I assume you'll want to wear clothes once you become human right?"

"H-huh?
Y-yeah... right."

After gathering Yata and walking Nnoitora through the steps of Arrancarification you leave him alone at his request.
It takes him actual hours to start up the process but once he is done it's over in under two minutes.
When that's done Yata enters the area and begins tailoring him a set of clothes.

First it's Yata who comes out with quite a strange look on him.
"What's the matter?"
You ask him.

"I-I don't even... whatever! Forget it!"

After that you can see a now humanoid Nnoitora standing in front of you with the most bizarre appearance you've seen in a while.
His "sword" is probably one of the more unique ones, looking like a half circle at the end of a quite long rod with a long chain at it's other end.
The weapons blade seems to have edges both at the inner and outer cirlces and you'd guess it's supposed to be used like an axe.
But it's not the Zanpakutō that is the most outlandish, it's his actual clothing.
You almost laughed out loud when you saw it.

In a moment of weakness you turn to Yata and begin questioning him.
"H-hey, what's the deal with that?
Why did you fuck with the poor bastard like that?"

"Don't look at me!
He said, and I quote, "Make it look like a spoon".
When I presented this to him he called it Perfect."

Nnoitora meanwhile gives you an annoyed look.
"Did ya' have your laugh?
If so then how about that rematch you promised me?"

After collecting yourself and coughing a few times you answer him.
"Of course.
And I apologize, that was immature of me.
Yeah, let's have that rematch."

After leaving Yata to his own devices you lead Nnoitora back to where you literally killed him this morning.
Both of you take your places and ready yourselves, this time you don't have such a large audience as before.

How will you fight?
>Properly, with a sword.
>Once more with hand to hand combat.
>With wits and clever tactics.
>Other? (write-in)

Also start rolling 3d10.
First three considered.
DC is 18, Crit 25

Rolled 3, 5, 3 = 11 (3d10)

>>With wits and clever tactics.

Rolled 3, 3, 2 = 8 (3d10)

>>Once more with hand to hand combat

Rolled 4, 2, 7 = 13 (3d10)

>Properly, with a sword.

Rolled 7, 10, 3 = 20 (3d10)

>Properly, with a sword.

Rolled 10, 2, 6 = 18 (3d10)

>With wits and clever tactics.

curses!

And literally the next two were passes.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Okay not much activity.

1=sword
2=Wits

>Writing

... fuckbuckets

Nothing much to drive conversation so far.

WAIT! WE PASSED THE THRESHOLD! KAIZAR DID NOT LOSE TO THE GUY HE KILLED!

You look around at the empty seats and then give the order to Nnoitora.
"This is fine.
Now bring it Nnoitora!"

"Hah!
Prepare yourself!"
He begins charging you with his strange weapon.

As he is swinging that ridiculously large thing you wonder what purpose would such a clumsy weapon serve.
But rather than giving it more thought you shoot a Bala right at the blade, hoping to deflect it like you did with his claws before.

"You think that'll work?!"
He shouts and then swiftly changes lowers the weapon so the Bala flies safely above it.

That's a problem, you didn't plan on him being capable of reacting the the speed of a Bala.
Apaccis technique might not be too strong but it's speed should be fast enough that no normal person could track its movement.
You have no choice but to use sonído in order to avoid the attack and to get behind Nnoitora.

What you did not expect was for him to react even to that by simply keeping up the swing of his weapon.
As he turns 180 degrees to his right side and you feel the weapon digging into your side you figure out why exactly his weapon is so strangely shaped.
Nnoitora has only one eye and therefore lacks depth perception, so the weapon has to cover as wide of an area as possible.
You underestimated him because of his goofy appearance and fell right into his trap.

The blade cuts your coat and grinds against your Hierro.
As sparks begin to fly around you are sent flying right out of the arena.
"Oh no you don't!"
Nnoitora says as he uses his own Sonído in order to bounce you right back into the stadium, this time the blade drew some blood as well.

As you stand up and dust yourself off you can see his mile wide grin getting even wider.
"What's wrong tough guy?
I thought you were going to break me?
Or is it the fact that you just can't handle me now that I'm at your level?"
But as he finishes his sentence he sees your wound closing.
"What the?!"

I died for about 20 chapters.

Is Nel the waifu yet or can I go back to the grave

No

gb2grave, i guess.
Also, OP... Ponchos are mexican, not Spanish. That´s literally what annoys me the most out of any misconception about spain. We´re not mexico, goddamit.
Nice joke though.

Ah, I see

Nel is best
Goodnight meat bags

"Fuente de la juventud.
The same technique I used to heal your wounds.
And to answer your other question, no."
You begin reaching for Basilisco.
"You just proved that you are not one to be taken lightly."
As you draw your sword and let it shine in the moonlight you can feel yourself being overcome with a lust for battle.
"And I'll say this one more time.
COME AT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"

You take off and close the distance between the two of you.
With your current mindset you decided to attack that weapon head on.
As the two blades encircle you you swing down with your sword and clash with Nnoitora, your spiritual pressures flow into one another and you can see electric discharges happening around you.

The two of you simply grin at one another for a while constantly shifting the flow of the clash.
With a confident glint in his eyes Nnoitora places both hands on his weapon and begins pushing with full force.
In turn you grab Basilisco with both hands and start shoving him back.
But it's futile you are at a complete standstill.

"Tell me Nnoitora, how did all this power fit into your scrawny ass?"

"You're one to talk!
For an egotistic bastard you are actually full of piss and vinegar!"

But as the two of you struggle you manage crouch down and push his weapon upward.
As the large construct goes high into the air you cut Nnoitora right in half right at the middle.
While Basilisco grinds against his Hierro you can see sparks flying everywhere and as your cut ends the only visible damage he suffered was to his jacket which has been cut right open.

Nnoitora looks up after the confusion is settled and shouts in a cocky manner.
"HAHAHAHA!
Looks like you are unable to cut me!
Your promise of breaking me must have been a joke!"
He says as he pats his chest.

His attitude managed to annoy you and you deliver a horizontal swipe right across his face which he manages to dodge by ducking.
Once again the only thing you managed to damage was his attire.
At least his spoon is gone.

>oh no, i destroyed exactly what i wanted
for gods sake do not show that your action failed kaizer,

With his well developed upper body exposed like that and his now torn clothes he is actually much more intimidating than he was before.
And it's true that his more than silly appearance threw you off guard.
You take a good look at him with his new style.
"You should be thankful Spoony, I gave you a pretty good makeover after all!"

He touches the remnants of the spoon and stares you down.
"How long do you want to keep up this charade?
I came here for a fight and NOT beauty tips!"
He says as he raises his weapon once more.

What do you do now?
>Keep fighting at this level and see if you can break through
>Start using the heavy artillery (Cero and such)
>Release your sword.
>Other? (write-in)

Also regardless of the choice, Roll 3d10.
DC of 16, Crit 24

Taking first 3

Rolled 7, 3, 2 = 12 (3d10)

>>Keep fighting at this level and see if you can break through

Rolled 4, 6, 2 = 12 (3d10)

>Keep fighting at this level and see if you can break through

Rolled 1, 9, 7 = 17 (3d10)

>Release your sword.
I´d rather we end this fast before he gets savvy of how we fight.

>Keep fighting at this level and see if you can break through

Rolled 7, 8, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>Keep fighting at this level and see if you can break through

Fucking saved it m8.

Oh thank goodness. user coming in for the save

YES

>>Start using the heavy artillery (Cero and such)
Also, the idea that our tactical choices don't effect DC is silly.

>Start using the heavy artillery (Cero and such)

Rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5 (3d10)

>Keep fighting at this kevel and see if you can break through

Can´t let the spoony ba(rd)stard beat Kaizar so easily, now can we.

Nice roll.

>Writing

"Tell me something..."

"Huh?"

"What do you think about Neliel?"

He looks like he is surprised about the question.
"None of your damn business, that's what."

You begin running your finger along the edge of Basilisco.
"She said something interesting to me regarding you.
And now I'm beginning to see what she meant by that.
Apparently she believes us to be similar..."

"So what?"

"In what regard do you think she meant that?"

"Huh?"

"I'll show you in a moment."
With that you let go of your sword and ready it.

You raise the blade to shoulder height end pull it back with one hand.
In a moment you burst forward at an incredible speed while you begin pushing your sword forward.
Before the take off however Nnoitora saw a glint of murderous intent in your eye.
It shocked him a bit but he still managed to raise his weapon to intercept the tip of your sword.

Unfortunately for him the two blades met in an incredibly unfavorable position for him and as you keep pushing his Zanpakuto is showed into his chest.
And your momentum shows no sign of stopping, you keep pushing forward and eventually Nnoitoras feet leave the ground.
With one last shove you send your opponent flying backwards.

By the time he manages to stand up you already used Sonído to cover the distance between you.
"Danza de la Serpiente Profana"
In that moment you unleash a flurry of slashes at your opponent.
With each swing your whole body turns and contorts in seemingly impossible manners, covering a wide area around you and showering Nnoitora with a storm of deadly slashes.
For every two seconds you spend on the ground there's a moment where your entire body is turning around its axis in the air, creating an unpredictable combination attack.

At first you could hear several clanking noises as the two weapons collide.
Ten at first, then twenty, then forty.
Eventually the weapon is swept aside by the storm of blows and you begin hitting Nnoitora himself.

christ kaiser, your a god damn monster with the sword.

When hitting him it felt exactly like hammering a solid mass of iron.
You could hear his remarks at first as your hits failed to do damage but as you kept beating on him you felt the blade sink in for a moment.
Nnoitora wanted to sweep you away with his arm after he got cocky about his Híerro but the moment your sword dug into his skin he retreated instead.

As he is jumping back he pulls on the chain attached to his weapon and snatches it up from the ground.
He licks the cut wound on his left wrist and then looks at you.
"How?"
His voice was filled with silent rage.

You begin passing the sword around in between your hands.
You finish up your flourish with a downward swipe and look Nnoitora in the eye.
"There's no such thing as an impervious defense.
If you can figure out the optimal cutting angle, the exact speed and strength you require and if you have a durable blade you can cut practically anything.
By cutting you dozens of times I figured out the toughness of your Hierro by trial and error."
You raise your sword once more.
"I suggest you start paying attention.
The next one will be deeper."

"You think you can cut me now?"

"I'm saying you can't rely on cheap tricks anymore!
Either you'll get good with that thing or I'll turn you into minced meat!"

Both of you raise your weapons once more.
And for the next hour and a half you did nothing but beat one another to a pulp.
By the time you finished both of you were completely exhausted.

Fighting Nnoitora was a demanding exercise as both of you were more than fine with using underhanded tactics during your fight.
You began seeing just how much the poor bastard resembles you on a bad day.
A really bad day when someone took your scotch and replaced it with a bottle of piss.
But you have to admit, letting your bottled up aggression out felt good.

Now as you are laying next to him exhausted both mentally and physically (mostly mentally) you ask him.
"So...
Satisfied?"

He pants heavily.
"S-Shut up!"

Ah, the elusive male tsundere.

...

For the following 9 months you spent much of your time in such practice fights with Nnoitora, trying to both improve his technique and mutually relieving your bloodlusts.
The training part was easy as he picked stuff up at a surprising rate and he also spent much of his free time training alone.
You guess that it's his obsession with being or rather becoming the strongest that drives him.

When not with you he performed odd jobs around the place and often went out into the wilderness to kill hollows by the dozens.
Every time he left Vanaheim Neliel followed him around like his shadow and often stepped in where his life was in danger.
It also became apparent to you that he hated her for some reason and he often tensed up when in her presence.

But you can't say that he made no improvements.
He found an Adjuchas who for some reason began to basically worship him and followed him around.
His name is Tesra Lindocruz and you sometimes referr to him as Nnoitoras Fracción despite Nnoitora not being an Espada.

You made a mental note to yourself to talk with both of them as you were uncertain of Spoonys mental stability.

On another note Alex had no complications up until now with her pregnancy.
She sometimes came to Vanaheim when she felt homesick and you also visited her and Asher.
Asher was obviously very tense about the whole situation and you don't think he'll loosen up until the baby actually arrives.

Yata and Pesci actually congratulated you for becoming a grandfather and they both commended your foresight for getting rid of Alex before she got moody.
In that regard Asher got the punishment you meant for him in the form of Alex with her mood swings.

You were lazing around in your hammock when you received word from Yata.
"It has begun!"
He shows you his Denreishinki.

Who will you take with you to the Human World? (aside from Yata)
>Pesci
>Harribel
>Neliel
>Nnoitora
>Nobody
>Other? (write-in)

>>Neliel
>Pesci
No way in hell we'd take Nnoitora

>>Nobody

>Harribel
I'd almost rather not take anyone, but of all the people who could come along I feel like she'd be the one who understands what's going on here the most.

>Pesci
Has known Alex longest, aside from ourselves.

>Pesci
>Neliel

>Harribel