The Arrancar intervention ended with the help of Ashido, the Emperor and his subordinates.
Ashido was taken to one of the practice rooms. He laid down in a hammock, currently being healed by 5 hollows with a machine.
Guerra sits beside him in a chair with the Zanpakuto beside him.
Ashido shows his gratitude to Guerra for healing him.
"Thank you, Haru- Guerra for healing my injuries."
Guerra responds with denial.
"Don't thank me, if anything, I should thank you for joining that fight, and if you didn't. I would've died, and everyone else here."
Here... (grabs the Zanpakuto*) I should return this to you, it's yours after all."
Ashido looks at the blade and says to Guerra.
"It's now yours, you can keep it, better suited with you anyway, I have spare ones anyways. Also... How are you even able to manifest a Shikai as a hollow?"
Guerra puts the Zanpakuto back down and says.
"I... Don't know..."
Ashido turns his back and adjusts his pillow and says.
"Ah I see..."
Guerra nods and stands up and begins to walk away.
Ashido suddenly asks Guerra something.
"Why did you choose this path? The path to rule the hollows... You could've been strong without being an Emperor of such."
Guerra answers Ashido's question confidently.
"Because... I wanna be worth something in this World, to have my name in the history books, not just a footnote in history.
I was given a second chance when I died as a human you know, so I had to take that chance."
Ashido smiles while his back is turned against Guerra and proudly responds.
"You never fail to impress me."
Touched with words that he has never heard in his past life, Guerra could only smile behind his mask.
An hour goes by and the audience goes back to the arena and talk their seats while the staff members try to test out the new reishi barrier set up.
It won't be a normal match as there are no longer any contenders aside from hollows that have a big ego and can't even rival an Adjuchas spiritual pressure.
Losers will fight each other while the winners also fight each other, there will be no other matches other than that. If one of them loses their respective matches, the winner gains a higher rank of Comandante than the loser.
We first get to watch the loser vs loser match, Wilfred Durchdenwald vs Thorfyll Wagner.
Both fighters come out of their doors and met at the center of the arena.
Wilfred spoke up with something bothering his mind.
"If one of us loses this match, we are gonna get the lowest rank we could get as Comandante, right?"
Thorfyll replies.
"Probably, but I'm not letting you win that easily!"
Both fighters readied their fighting stance.
The bell was rung by the referee.
DING!
And the match starts.
Wilfred wasted no time and unsheathes his sword and touched his blade with his hand.
"Befriend! Camarada!"
He turns into a hulking beast that punches incredibly powerful that even Vasto Lordes aren't safe from a simple jab.
Thorfyll cracks his neck and dissappears from Wilfred's sight, he stabs Wilfred's backside and disappears before Wilfred could counter attack. He appears above Wilfred while rolling in the air and crashes into his face, breaking the upper left part of his mask and momentarily stunning him.
Thorfyll saw this as an opportunity for a big attack so he clawed Wilfred's chest while also tearing a piece of his cloak, vertically slashed his mask, creating claw marks and whacked the backside of his head with his tail, making Wilfred tumble back.
With the intense attack that Thorfyll successfully unleashed kn Wilfred, he thinks on what he will do.
"Bastard knows how to fight, quite a headscratcher. I need to think of a way...
Utilizing the abilities of his Resureccion, Wilfred slams his fists hard on the sands of the arena and creating some kind of sand storm, obscuring both of their visions.
Thorfyll immediately started running around the arena using his sonido to avoid Wilfred's unpredictable attacks.
"If I kept running around the arena, Wilfred wouldn't tell where I am because of the sand, even if he uses pesquisa to try and find me, he won't even catch up-"
In a flash, Wilfred suddenly came up in front of Thorfyll and punched him in the right side of his head, breaking his armor at the right, a wound and a pretty good concussion, blurring his vision and dazing him.
Still determined, Thorfyll slams his head on Wilfred's face, breaking parts of his mask and going through to his head, making his head bleed even more.
The sand clears, the audience can now clearly see them, and so can both fighters.
Wilfred decides to go in for a heavy punch but Thorfyll dodges and shoves his claws in his right eye, making him see perceive less. Wilfred takes a step back and touches his eye while grunting in pain.
Thorfyll calmly says while in pain.
"Nothing personal, just want to win. That's all."
In retaliation, Wilfred punches his gut with immense force, breaking through the armor, hitting his stomach, displacing the organs and causing internal bleeding. Thorfyll throws up blood, causing him to weaken but his will stays strong. He impales his claws in Wilfred's lower body, he moves them around to displace his organs and cause internal bleeding like what he did to him. Wilfred also throws up blood behind his big mask, both of them had taken a step back from each other.
Both fighters are becoming desperate and the referee is in the verge of cancelling the match due to how violent it is.
Thorfyll pants while holding in the pain.
"Crap... I can't roll anymore because of my injuries, this is bad.... Rolling in this match is my only trump card."
The 2 fighters continue to keep standing still and continue to bleed.
Guerra is inside his royal box, seated and is watching the fight like a hawk.
"God... What are they doing... Are they having a competition on who will bleed to death 1st?"