It finally happened.
After a million years of half-built walls, crooked towers, and Spike o' Sensei standing guard like the real MVP — our base was done.
Baraggan's guys came in like a hurricane. Boom, walls up. Bam, towers fixed. Crack, floors smoothed. In like two days flat, we had a full-on fortress in Hueco Mundo. Spiky bone walls, big ugly skull gates, a proper training yard for Grimmjow to show off in, and even a weird sand pit I immediately claimed for myself. Don't ask why. I just felt it in my soul.
Shawlong gathered everyone in the front hall.
"Alright, idiots," he said, rubbing his temples again like always. "Base is finished. Go pick your rooms. No fighting."
Guess how long that rule lasted?
"I'm takin' the top floor," Grimmjow growled, heading for the best room with the biggest window.
Aizen, the smug 3-meter tall gecko dog, immediately perked up. "Woof."
(Translation: 'Me too.')
Grimmjow shot him a glare. "Oi, what the hell, mutt?"
But Aizen was already following after him like a stalker puppy, tail (he didn't have one, but you could feel it) wagging as he tried to act cool.
"Woof," he posed dramatically.
(Translation: 'We should room together. For strategy. And stuff.')
Grimmjow almost decked him, but Shawlong coughed loudly. "Pick your rooms quietly."
The four other tall idiots — Edrad, Yylfordt, Di Roy, and Nakeem, all six stories tall and about as smart as a bag of rocks (especially around me thanks to my [Moron Field]) — lumbered off to the biggest rooms, one of them bashing his head through a doorway by accident.
"GRAAAAH!!"
(Translation: 'Mine!')
I strolled in behind them, ducking under the doorframe since I was six meters tall and not an actual skyscraper like those guys. Spotted a nice room near the sand pit. Claimed it. Decorated it by shoving a pile of rocks in the corner and doing a headstand.
+8000 EP.
Worth it.
Spike o' Sensei got his own tiny cactus corner by the front gate, officially Base Guardian status. I gave him a double salute.
"GRUAH! GRUAH!"
(Translation: 'You da real hero, plant bro.')
The base was done. Rooms picked.
And for the first time ever — nobody died. Yet.
Current EP: 4,760,090 / 100,000,000