Years passed.
Our once-glorious, half-assed, spike-covered base — the one Baraggan's guys built for us after we begged — was now a ghost base. Literally. Empty. Abandoned. Nobody lived there anymore.
The wind howled through busted windows. Sand piled up in corners. And the old training yard was filled with tumbleweeds. The place was cursed… by stupidity.
Spike o' Sensei?
Gone.
Our brave little cactus homie had been promoted. Yup. He wasn't standing guard there anymore. That legend got himself transferred to Baraggan's castle as a royal guard plant. I heard he even got a tiny helmet. I cried one manly tear when I found out.
Now?
We all live in Baraggan's castle.
After that third meeting with Baraggan — when, thanks to my passive [Moron Field], he somehow decided I was his heir 'cause our heads kinda matched (except I still had green skin while he was full skeleton) — he officially joined our group.
We called it The Bone Circle.
Members:
Me.
Aizen (3m tall smug dog).
Grimmjow (4m tall angry cat man).
Shawlong (stressed-out mom friend).
The other Four Big Idiots (6 stories of pure brainrot).
And now… Baraggan Louisenbairn, the God-King of Hueco Mundo himself.
His job?
My translator.
Because no one else could understand my guttural roars.
"GRUAAAAHH."
(Baraggan calmly translating: 'Meeting start now, idiots.')
So we all gathered in Baraggan's fancy skull-themed meeting room.
Shawlong sighed, arms crossed. "I'm officially giving up on becoming a Vasto Lorde."
"Same," grunted Edrad.
"Me too," muttered Di Roy, chewing a bone.
Yylfordt shrugged. "After eating thousands of Gillians and Adjuchas and still nothing? I'm done."
Even Nakeem, big silent dummy, nodded.
"GRUAGH?"
(Baraggan translated: 'Why?')
"Because it's pointless!" Shawlong groaned. "It's been years, and we're still stuck as Adjuchas. At this point I'm gonna start losing brain cells just from being near you."
"GRUAAH-HAH-HAH-HA!"
(Translation: 'Too late, idiot.')
Baraggan chuckled smugly. "He makes a good point."
Aizen woofed from his corner, still pretending to be cool in front of Grimmjow. Grimmjow ignored him, flexing in the mirror.
So yeah — our crew gave up their Vasto Lorde dreams.
We got a new home.
New translator.
And Spike o' Sensei out here guarding castles now.
Current EP: 25,080,300 / 100,000,000
I gained a cool more 20 million doing dumb stuff over the years.
Like getting my head stuck in a hollow's ribcage.
And eating a sandstorm.
Twice.