After what felt like a hundred years of snoring, rattling bones, and drooling sand, Baraggan finally woke up.
And by woke up, I mean he cracked one eye open, grunted like an old skeleton with a hangover, and lazily called out for someone to bring him food that doesn't exist in Hueco Mundo.
Of course, being his heir, it was my job to annoy him first thing.
I stomped up to his bone throne, let out a guttural roar that rattled the ceiling, and grinned.
"GRAAAHHHRRR!!"
Baraggan yawned.
His voice echoed through the castle.
"He says he has a new idea."
The other hollows gathered, groaning.
Grimmjow scratched his head.
Shawlong crossed his arms.
Aizen wagged his tail.
I raised both arms and roared again.
"GRAAAAHHHRRRR!"
Baraggan translated.
"He wants to raid Soul Society. Again."
The room went dead silent.
Even Spike o' Sensei, my cactus guard, somehow managed to turn slightly as if to say bro, really?
Then Shawlong spoke, calm and sharp as always.
"No."
The others immediately started murmuring.
"Last time we almost died."
"Remember the captains?"
"Yeah, they broke my arm and my pride."
Did I care?
No.
So I roared again.
Louder.
"GRAAAAHHHHRRRR!!"
Baraggan sighed.
"He says we'll only attack the Rukon District this time. No captains. Smash, steal, cause chaos. Then run before anyone strong shows up."
Now that got the others thinking.
Grimmjow grinned.
"Well, if it's just the outer districts…"
Aizen barked in agreement.
Even the Six Dumbasses nodded.
Shawlong frowned, but he knew he was outvoted.
I turned to Spike o' Sensei.
He didn't move.
I took that as a yes.
Plan set.
We'd hit the Rukon District. Smash some houses, scare the locals, maybe steal some snacks — assuming Shinigami snack bars exist. Then get out before a captain shows up and makes me wear my ribs like a hat again.
Baraggan chuckled, leaning back on his throne.
"Fine. Go amuse yourselves, you rabid mongrels."
I roared one last time, full of excitement.
"GRAAAHHHRRR!!"
Which Baraggan lazily translated as:
"He says… let's go cause a mess."
Tomorrow, Rukon District.
Tonight, we sharpen our claws and polish Spike o' Sensei's needles.
The Bone Circle rides again.
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