The desert night stretched on, endless and dark, but I had no time to admire it.
I was perched on Aizen's back — yeah, that's right, the three-meter-tall dog acting way cooler than he really is — and he was sprinting like his life depended on it. Which, honestly, maybe it did.
"Woof! Woof!" Aizen barked, ears pinned back, legs pumping hard.
I gripped his fur, trying not to fall off this weird dog-ride as he barreled across Hueco Mundo. My six-meter-tall Adjuchas frame made riding awkward, but hey, he was the fastest thing around.
Why the rush?
Because I just remembered something huge.
After that female Vasto Lorde asked me my name — my actual name — I realized something.
I don't have one.
Sure, everyone calls me stupid things: "Giant Gillian," "The Idiot Adjuchas," "The Roaring Mountain of No Sense." Nicknames, sure. But no real name.
I want a name that's cool. Something like Kenpachi, Yamamoto, or Ichibei. Names that echo through the ages and make even the toughest hollows shake in their masks.
But the problem is…
I only speak guttural roars.
Like, this is my main communication method: a growl here, a low "grr," a loud "GRAAAH."
No words. No sentences. Just pure guttural noise.
Aizen, my so-called companion, can't translate my roars for anyone except me — and even then, I'm not sure he really understands. He just woofs and acts cool, like the world's most confused but loyal dog.
So when I want to talk serious stuff — like naming myself — I need Baraggan.
Baraggan's our translator. The only one who can decode my guttural roar into something meaningful.
As Aizen's paws thundered over the rocky sand, I let out a long, low rumble, hoping Baraggan would get the gist once we reached him.
Baraggan, always arrogant as ever, greeted me when we burst into his castle — still skeletal, still regal, still making me feel like a kid showing up to a king's throne room wearing sandals and a bathrobe.
He looked down at me with that trademark half-skeleton grin.
"Your roar sounds urgent. What nonsense drags you here this time?"
I grunted, a guttural "GRRR-AAH!" — "Name problem."
Baraggan raised a bony eyebrow. "You want a name? You're not even a Vasto Lorde yet. You cannot claim a name until then."
I stared at him, jaw slack.
"What? You mean all this time, no name because I'm not Vasto Lorde yet?"
He nodded slowly, his hollow crown glinting in the dim light.
"Your position… your true power… only when you ascend fully to Vasto Lorde will you earn a name that matters."
I growled in frustration.
"GRRRAAAH! No name? But I want cool name like Kenpachi or Ichibei! I want everyone to fear me!"
Baraggan snorted, "Fear is earned, not given. Keep your roars loud and your stupidity higher, and maybe someday you'll deserve one."
Meanwhile, Aizen just sat by the throne, wagging his tail, occasionally letting out a confused woof like he was wondering why we're wasting time talking about names instead of food.
I turned to him and gave a guttural growl.
Baraggan translated: "He says you should shut up and stop barking."
Aizen barked back.
I sighed, realizing the name battle was far from over.
Still, I felt a strange hope — like maybe, just maybe, after becoming a Vasto Lorde, I'd finally get a name to match the chaos I bring.
Until then, I guess I'll just be "the idiot six-meter-tall Adjuchas who rides a dog and roars at god-king."
And hey, that's kind of cool... right?
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