Bleach: Threads of Destiny

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Aaron stood calmly, observing Hirako and the others as they charged at him, their forms completely consumed by Hollowfication. A curious idea surfaced in his mind as he regarded the scene.

When the Hollowfied Hirako and his companions roared and lunged at him, Aaron slowly unsheathed his Zanpakutō.

"Devour, Taotie!"

As he released his Zanpakutō, a tremendous flow of Reiatsu and Reishi began surging toward him, merging into his body like streams into an ocean. Within moments, his spiritual energy reached full saturation.

The eight Hollowfied figures closed in, their movements blurring into shadowy streaks. Aaron flipped his Zanpakutō in his hand, reversing the blade to face away from his opponents.

Boom!

With a single sweeping motion, Hirako Shinji, who reached him first, was struck aside like a ragdoll. The sound of the impact echoed through the air.

On the ground, Urahara Kisuke and Tessai Tsukabishi watched the scene in stunned silence. Their teacher, facing eight Hollowfied opponents alone, remained calm and unperturbed.

"What kind of power has Master Aaron achieved?" Urahara murmured, overwhelmed by awe.

Tessai, his face pale, stared skyward at the battle, speechless.

Aaron dispatched his attackers one by one with ease, using only the blunt side of his blade. As Hirako and the others regrouped for another attack, Aaron raised his left hand, making a subtle grasping motion.

Instantly, forty-eight golden beams of light materialized in the air, shooting outward with precision. Before Hirako and his allies could reach him, each of them was immobilized mid-air by the Bakudō No. 61: Rikujōkōrō (Six Rod Light Prison).

Aaron gazed at his restrained students with quiet anticipation. With a swift step, he appeared beside Hirako Shinji, the closest of the group. Holding his Zanpakutō near Hirako's chest, he activated its ability.

A powerful suction force emanated from the blade, drawing out the Hollow energy infecting Hirako. The extracted energy—white and viscous—intertwined with a faint blue Reiatsu and golden Hellfire as it flowed into Aaron's Zanpakutō.

Aaron could feel his soul growing stronger, denser, with every ounce of Hollow energy absorbed. Yet, he knew he could only assimilate a small fraction of it—most of the Hollow power had already fused with Hirako's soul and could not be removed.

He repeated the process for the others, extracting what little Hollow energy he could from each. The process left him intrigued, curious about his newfound ability to harness Hollow power.

For now, however, his focus shifted to stabilizing Hirako and the others. Sliding his Zanpakutō back into its scabbard, Aaron turned toward Urahara and Tessai, who were still frozen in awe on the ground.

"They've been subdued for now," he said firmly, shaking his head at their stunned expressions.

At his signal, the Six Rod Light Prison dissipated, and the unconscious bodies of Hirako and the others began to fall. Tessai reacted quickly, performing a series of hand seals and chanting.

"Bakudō No. 37: Tsuriboshi!"

A giant, net-like cushion of blue Reishi materialized, catching the falling group and gently lowering them to the ground.

"Teacher…" Urahara Kisuke appeared beside Aaron with a flash step, hesitation evident in his voice.

"I didn't expect to gain anything from this situation," Aaron said with a faint smile. "But don't worry. They should be stable from now on."

He glanced at Tessai, who was tending to the group with a determined expression.

"Teacher," Urahara asked, "what about their Hollow powers? Will they resurface again?"

Aaron chuckled lightly. "Their restraint methods—your so-called 'righteous bindings'—seem to be an evolution of standard sealing techniques, modified to contain Hollow energy."

Urahara froze, astonished by his teacher's insight. His mind raced as he wondered how Aaron could know so much with just a glance.

Seeing Urahara's stunned reaction, Aaron patted him on the shoulder. "What I asked you to prepare earlier…"

Realizing what he meant, Urahara quickly retrieved a large box and placed it beside him, explaining its contents in detail. Bowing respectfully, Urahara said, "I'll prepare a room for you now."

Aaron nodded, casually inspecting the items before storing them away.

The next morning, Aaron stepped out of his room, refreshed after a night's rest. He was surprised to find Hirako and the others lined up on either side of the door, standing stiffly with apologetic expressions.

"Sensei! We're deeply sorry!" Hirako Shinji stepped forward, bowing low. "After losing control, we attacked you. Please forgive us!"

The others quickly followed suit, apologizing profusely. Though they knew their teacher wasn't one to hold grudges, they couldn't shake the fear of his reputation—or his infamous teaching methods.

Aaron laughed softly, waving off their concerns. "You've all experienced a blessing in disguise. Now, focus on studying the power within you."

Relieved, the group nodded fervently, pledging to train diligently.

Donning a black cloak, Aaron disappeared in a blur, leaving his students behind.

"Teacher, everything you need is here."

Time passed like a fleeting shadow, and in the blink of an eye, a century had gone by.

Over the course of those hundred years, Aaron had delved deeply into the intricacies of his powers. The spiritual essence of the Shinigami, the chaotic energy of the Hollow, and the infernal might of Hell—all had been meticulously studied and mastered within his body.

On this particular day, with no pressing matters to attend to, Aaron found himself wandering near Urahara's shop. His steps were unhurried, his expression serene.

Suddenly, a deafening noise shattered the quiet atmosphere, drawing his attention sharply.

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