Anyway, after talking about installing a filter for his Almighty and his dad, he was not tryna have anyone seeing that stuff.
Not once, so you know, working on it.
Anyway, he gathered the captains of the Gotei 13 for some important shit. He was not trying to run this 1v1 vs Luz'xipher by himself. The fuck y'all think he was? God...?
...
Anyway, onto the important part.
The captains of the Gotei 13 had gathered.
They were inside a place Sora had made using his Quincy skill, which came back due to sheer hatred. Oh, he liked this. The hate for Yhwach was so much that it brought his skills back.
Anyway, Yamamoto, Ichibei, the rest—they were here.
Good, 'cause Sora was gonna drag them here regardless. Ah, the illusion of choices.
Yamamoto's voice boomed like fire given form.
"Sora. Explain why we've been summoned alongside the Quincy royalty."
Sora sighed. Loudly.
Then looked around, staring down every captain one by one—even giving Kenpachi a "don't even think about it" glance. The man looked bored. Fair enough.
"I want Soul Society and the Wandenreich..." he said slowly, waving a hand toward a group of equally awkwardly seated Quincy elite nearby, "...to make peace. Truce. Friendship bracelets. Whatever."
The room rippled with disbelief.
"So that is your reason?" Yamamoto asked, eyes narrowing.
Sora's voice dropped an octave.
"I'll be damned if I have to fight the Hell Army alone."
Murmurs erupted. Even Komamura tilted his wolfy head.
Yamamoto leaned forward, sharp.
"And what army is this? You expect us to rally for a hypothetical—"
"Luz'xipher," Sora cut in.
He raised a hand.
The lights in the room dimmed.
And a projection of the Beast appeared—hovering in the center of the hall.
So hum, maybe—just maybe—he took footage of that one time... that, hum, Gabriel went insane during Soul Society.
"Sorry about that," he thought to himself as Gabriel could be seen in all his glory, utterly destroying everything in sight.
Sora used some light version of Kyōka Suigetsu to make them feel what it would actually be like to be in his presence.
Crack. That was the sound of someone pissing themselves.
Kensei whispered, "...The fuck is that?"
Soi Fon's breathing got shaky. Tōshirō's hand froze halfway to Hyōrinmaru.
Even Unohana... her pupils contracted. That never happened. Hm. Her fighting sexual urge, for once in her life, did not activate. Instead... they were telling her... to run. To run away.
Same thing could be said about Kenny. He didn't understand why, but against himself, running away was the only thought in his mind.
And if that's how it felt for him... well.
Gin actually had actual emotion showing on his face, and his eyes were wide open. Even the relaxed Shunsui looked... off.
Sora casually tossed a reishi coin into the air and let it flicker out mid-flight.
"Yeah. That thing? That's at 1%."
Gasps.
He pointed at the image. "That was Luz'xipher doing a light warm-up."
Then he gestured at a floating screen behind him.
Footage played.
Seireitei burning. Zanpakutōs melted. Mountains split. The Great Spirit Wall was gone.
The captains were nowhere. Ash. All of them. Including Yamamoto. A ghostly afterimage of Ichibei tried to resist, only to get one-shotted.
Silence.
Sora spoke again. Flatly.
"So yeah. I'd rather be the next Soul King—with all the paralyzing, emotion-crushing, endlessly screaming, unable-to-feel-joy side effects and also the getting-crippled part included—before I fight that thing by myself."
A few captains twitched at that.
"Unless," Sora continued, his voice now a bit more animated, "you want to get clapped harder than Shinji's haircut."
"HEY!"
Sora ignored him.
"Look, I get it. Old bad blood. Soul Reapers and Quincy have been beefing since before toothpaste existed."
He started pacing.
"But Luz'xipher doesn't care. You could be Yamamoto in his prime, and he would still beat the shit out of you."
"It doesn't matter. Caillou with the headset dent is not saving anyone. He getting fucked harder than Ukitake's lungs."
He flicked his wrist again.
Another illusion played.
All the captains. Teamed up. Fighting together.
Still losing. Horribly. Luz'xipher barely blinked.
"And this?" Sora said. "This is him using one percent of his full strength."
Someone gulped.
"Now imagine Luz'xipher when he's actually pissed."
He held up one hand.
"Alone, you're ants. Together? Still ants. But ants with nukes. Slightly better odds."
"Even if I fight him, I have a very low chance of actually winning. Now compare any of y'all stats to mine. Shit not fair. Your chance of winning is lower than Renji's chance at pulling a dub."
He turned on his heel.
"Final offer. Put your pride down. Make peace with the Quincy. Forget whatever stick is up your collective asses. Because if you don't—"
He let the image of Luz'xipher's open maw fill the entire room.
"—you're gonna be bug-ganged by Satan's older brother, and I'm not saving any of your crispy asses."
He looked at Yamamoto with a smile that screamed this ain't optional.
"Do we have a deal?"
He had a gentle smile on his face, as if they had a choice. Either that, or get fucked over.
So hum, yeah, he kinda nudged it to happen.
"I need to talk to the other branches too. I'm not doing this 1 vs all," he muttered to himself. He shall go to London later, though that wasn't something the readers would see.
Hehehe, shit ends in like one chapter, and it'll be like a ten-year time skip. Oh well, no biggie—they wouldn't mind.
If Author doesn't get fucked raw in the ass by Amazon again, the last part should be up Wednesday. But, to be nice to the readers, once this chapter is uploaded, Sora leaves a little surprise for them.
Hehehe.
A/N Wonder what his surprise might be.