Bleach: The Strongest Shinigami

Akira stood dazed, his blackened face blank as he struggled to regain his senses.

He had just taken Szayelaporro's full-power Cero head-on. Though his Kūkan Mukai defense had prevented serious injuries, the shockwave had rattled his brain.

Simply put, he was stunned.

After a while, Akira finally came to, the darkness before his eyes fading as he spat blood and began to recover.

"Szayelaporro's poison specifically targets your Reiatsu." Aizen explained gravely, "However, its effectiveness is limited. With your recovery ability, you'll quickly develop antibodies."

He had known this one's Spiritual Body was powerful, but such high poison resistance was unexpected. Despite being poisoned only briefly, Akira's body was already adapting.

Soon, the poison's effects would vanish completely, and Akira would return to full strength.

"Is that guy dead?"

Though recovery brought searing pain, Akira didn't flinch. The old man's iron fists had long since taught him to transcend pain.

Mere fatal wounds were nothing to worry about!

"A Vasto Lorde won't die so easily." Aizen's eyes fixed on the distant blackened figure emanating pink light, "Szayelaporro's current state is like a new birth — both his Reiatsu and life force have risen beyond their previous levels."

As he spoke, a pink pillar of Reiatsu pierced the sky, its pressure bearing down like collapsing heavens upon the desert. Thick clouds had gathered overhead, darkening the once-clear sky.

Plop—

Black-purple raindrops fell, seeping into the silver-white sand. The light drizzle quickly intensified into a downpour that engulfed the battlefield.

The charred shell crumbled as Szayelaporro rose, the bone mask around his face breaking piece by piece.

His injuries vanished — both those inflicted by Akira and the burns from his close-range Cero.

"Perhaps I should thank you." He said softly, his twisted limbs returning to normal as he faced them with elegant poise, "Had you not shattered this old shell, I might never have mastered such magnificent power."

Szayelaporro spread his hands with scholarly calm.

"To show my gratitude, I shall grant you the grandest exit. Witness this power with your lives. Now resurrect—"

"Tear…"

⤫ Resurrección: Rey Cruel Fornicador ⥤ Returning Blade: Cruel King of Fornication! ⤬

As the words fell, the silver-white sea of sand began to shake and roar. Countless raindrops fell like tides, forming lakes in the low-lying areas. Deep, vast Reiatsu rippled through the downpour.

When the aftershocks subsided, a transformed Szayelaporro appeared before the two.

Bone armor like platemail covered his body, twisted white bull horns protruded from his head, and black tentacles writhed behind him — a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Szayelaporro had shed all traces of elegance, transformed into a monster whose pressure made hearts palpitate. Golden-pink Reiatsu wrapped around his body like burning flames.

He stood motionless, then his tentacles surged forth explosively, tearing through the dust-filled air as they rushed toward Akira.

His eyes remained fixed solely on Akira.

Though Aizen's Kurohitsugi had dealt considerable damage, Szayelaporro had researched countless Shinigami like him — they held no value for further study.

Only rare specimens like Akira could advance his research beyond perfection.

The two invaders flash-stepped to evade the attack.

As the tentacles struck, the silver-white sand split with a thunderous boom, creating massive cracks like hungry maws.

Even Akira clicked his tongue at this display.

Though he couldn't fathom how Szayelaporro had obtained this Resurrección power, he knew that for Hollows, the difference in combat ability before and after Resurrección was like heaven and earth — they existed in entirely different dimensions.

Where before he could match Szayelaporro using his Exclusive Trait bonuses and various techniques, now he could only endure the onslaught.

He could no longer face this pink monster alone.

He glanced toward Aizen, who had flash-stepped to Szayelaporro's blind spot.

Sensing Akira's thoughts, Aizen nodded slightly and began gathering Reiatsu to cast suppressive Kidō.

But Szayelaporro moved faster — his Sonído activated, leaving a scorching mark across the sand, swift as lightning.

In an instant, he crossed several hundred meters, his writhing tentacles closing in.

Slap, whip!

The tentacle wrapped in flame-shaped Reiatsu struck Akira without warning, sending him flying like a kicked soccer ball. He spun through the air before crashing into the ground, creating a massive crater.

But this was just the beginning.

The tentacles behind Szayelaporro moved with their own consciousness, raining down savage attacks and hammering the sand below. Crater after crater erupted from their impacts.

Akira found himself completely suppressed, unable to counterattack. He could only flash step to dodge — one wrong move would mean taking another hit from those tentacles.

Though he could survive a few strikes, any ordinary Shinigami would have been obliterated by a single blow.

The silver-white sea of sand fractured with countless crisscrossing cracks as the dunes collapsed under the tentacles' relentless assault.

In his haste, Akira took another direct hit from a tentacle. The impact felt like a cannonball, sending him plunging into the desert where countless grains of white sand buried him.

As bruises bloomed across his skin, a realization struck him.

Wait, what kind of weak sauce is this? Is this all a mighty Vasto Lorde's Resurrección amounts to?

I can take two hits without dying, what's there to fear?

Face him head-on, no backing down!

⤫ Hadō #63: Raikōhō ⥤ Thunder Roar Sear! ⤬

⤫ Hadō #73: Sōren Sōkatsui ⥤ Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash Down! ⤬

⤫ Hadō #88: Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō ⥤ Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon! ⤬

Aizen's attacks arrived as promised, the fusion of three Hadō spells exploding into brilliant waves that instantly painted the sky.

In a flash, the blast engulfed Szayelaporro's body, its massive impact hurling him toward the horizon.

Since Kyōka Suigetsu couldn't be effective in battle, Aizen placed all his hopes on Kidō.

"Seeping crest of turbidity. Arrogant vessel of lunacy. Boil forth and deny. Grow numb and flicker. Disrupt sleep. Crawling queen of iron. Eternally self-destructing doll of mud. Unite. Repulse. Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness!!"

⤫ Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi ⥤ Black Coffin! ⤬

As the words fell, darkness descended!

An incredibly heavy presence swept over the silver-white sea of sand as surging Reiatsu rushed forth, transforming into a torrent that completely engulfed Szayelaporro's body.

Where darkness covered, space itself warped as pitch-black patterns sliced through the writhing tentacles, threatening total annihilation. Endless blades erupted from the black coffin as the sound of tearing flesh echoed through the air.

In the next moment, grotesque cracks appeared on the coffin's surface. Several battered tentacles broke free from their restraints, shattering the waves of Reiatsu as Szayelaporro emerged.

"Get over here!"

Before he could act, a grinning face appeared before his eyes. Black chains coiled like snakes around Szayelaporro's neck, drawing them dangerously close together.

The scene was all too familiar. Szayelaporro's confidence evaporated as his heart skipped a beat at that demon-like smile.

Boundless Reiatsu Suppression!

⤫ Kūkyō Genso Henkō ⥤ Empty State, Elemental Transformation! ⤬

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Sōkūhaku Hakai ⥤ Origin Style: Double Empty Destruction! ⤬

BOOM!

As both fists descended, an explosion erupted. Flesh shattered instantly as savage power drove deep into Szayelaporro's body. Pillars of light burst forth within him as columns of fire and lightning surged endlessly, becoming a tidal wave that painted the sky.

Akira didn't pause — with the chains still binding Szayelaporro's body, he grabbed and lifted the flame-engulfed figure with one pull.

⤫ Kusari Shōgeki: Renzoku no Mai ⥤ Chain Impact: Continuous Dance! ⤬

With thunderous crashes, Szayelaporro was repeatedly slammed around like a rabid dog on a chain, creating deep craters in the ground. His writhing flesh tentacles kept breaking apart, blood spraying like rain.

The horn on his head partially broke off, leaving him utterly disfigured.

From the sidelines, Aizen observed while preparing Kidō, ready to strike. If Akira showed signs of exhaustion or if Szayelaporro counterattacked, he would seize control of the battlefield to create new opportunities.

Though they seemed to have the upper hand, danger still lurked — their enemy's Reiatsu had barely diminished.

Yet as Akira unleashed his full power, a black liquid began crawling along the black chains. With no Reiatsu signature and its color masked by the chains themselves, even Aizen noticed too late.

"What is this..." Akira frowned as black mud enveloped his hands, though it caused neither harm nor pain.

Not even Aizen had detected Szayelaporro's sneak attack — the black mud gave off not the slightest hint of danger.

"It's over..." Sprawled on the ground, Szayelaporro revealed a savage smile, "You can't escape your fate of being stored in my container, Akira Kisaragi!"

Blood gushed from the rupturing wounds as Szayelaporro broke free from the chains' restraint, his injuries healing visibly.

One of an Arrancar's abilities — High-Speed Regeneration!

The black liquid on Akira's hands dripped down, churning like mud spots in the white sand, then rapidly grew and expanded before their startled eyes. As the liquid burst open, several figures identical to him materialized.

Seeing this, he suddenly recalled Szayelaporro's ability from his past life's memories.

Carbon-Copy.

"They possess exactly the same abilities and power as you." The wounds on Szayelaporro's face healed rapidly, his broken horn regenerating, "People find it hardest to defeat themselves. Experience your enemy's pain and fight yourself. I can hardly wait."

Aizen flash-stepped to Akira's side, warily observing these identical figures.

No one understood Akira better than him. One was troublesome enough — facing a group of them might spell their doom.

Just as he was about to explain the enemy's ability, he found Akira already charging toward the enemy ranks.

"Exactly the same?!" Akira grinned fiercely, black chains wrapping around his right arm, Zanpakutō gripped tightly in his palm as he raised it to strike, "Do you also have an indestructible defense?"

Blades clashed as the clone went flying, plowing a deep furrow in the desert.

"Do you also have miraculous healing techniques?"

Another figure was cleaved clean away.

"Do you also have elegantly mastered kidō?"

BOOM!

The cracked Zanpakutō fell, cutting through the air as sharp winds carved deep marks at the horizon's edge.

"How dare you claim to be exactly like me when you don't even have absolute justice, you trash!"

Under Szayelaporro's terrified gaze, Akira seized one clone's head with his bare hand and violently exploded it. Brilliant colors burst forth, diverse hues staining the white sand, painting a hellish scene.

Akira spat blood, commenting disdainfully.

These clones' power couldn't even compare to Tokinada, whom he had destroyed with one punch.

Looking at the carnage before him, Szayelaporro was bewildered — could the ability he had worked so hard to develop really be this worthless?

He couldn't understand. How was this kid doing this?!

Just as he lost himself in confusion, black chains swept through the sky, materializing before him. By the time he sensed the danger, it was too late.

⤫ Kūkan Kōsoku ⥤ Void Chain Restraint!

⤫ Kusari no Shinpan ⥤ Judgment of Chains! ⤬

History repeated itself, but this time Aizen joined the fray.

True to his opportunistic nature, though not fully grasping the situation, Aizen wouldn't pass up the chance to strike a fallen opponent.

Strike while the iron is hot.

⤫ Genshiki-ryū: Sōkūhaku Hakai ⥤ Origin Style: Double Empty Destruction! ⤬

⤫ Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi ⥤ Black Coffin! ⤬

Space-rending explosions erupted as hurricanes howled and raged.

Flame-wreathed fists, accompanied by savage laughter, crashed into Szayelaporro's skull. In their wake came space-warping black patterns and surging Reiatsu.

The devastating combo struck without mercy — in mere moments, the pink dog lay beaten to near death.

A mangled figure plummeted into the silver-white sea of sand, consciousness fleeing entirely...

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T/N: Let me explain the naming complexity of Pink Dog's Zanpakutō.

As background, when Szayelaporro was human, he and his brother Yylfordt died in a Hollow attack—one they had inadvertently caused through their cruel experiments (they were probably Nazi). After death, Szayelaporro devoured his brother to gain power, becoming a Hollow himself.

Centuries later, he split his soul to remove his violent nature and focused on achieving the pinnacle through science. This temporarily reduced him to an Adjuchas before he regained his power. In his current state, Szayelaporro exists as a complete being, resulting in a Zanpakutō that combines both his and his brother's essence.

The name translations are:

Fornicarás = "You Will Fornicate" (literal) = "Lewd Concubine" (Japanese)

Del Toro = "Of the Bull" = "Young Horned Prince"

Combined = "Cruel King of Fornication"

Sip + Skewer = Tear

Note: "La Vida Fornicarás" exists as a non-canonical evolved form of "Fornicarás".

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