Just-Bleach

 Rida watched as the last of the smoke exited his father's corpse, gathering in an orb above the body, which was now crumbling into dust. The smoke slowly began to compress itself, coalescing into a physical form as it floated down towards the ground. Rida felt himself begin to sweat, the presence of this demonic hollow was unnerving by itself. Pure, uncaring malice was what this thing was, hate without reason, evil without a purpose. It didn't care about the suffering it caused, it did so merely because that was a part of its being. The absolute embodiment of evil, and the most powerful pure hollow in recorded history. The physical form of

 Rida approached the gateway of what appeared to be a run down estate somewhere in the rukongai. Several guards stood watch at the entrance to the estate. They were dressed in the attire of guards for a noble family, but the men were old, and their equipment older. To the casual observer, one would think that using such outdated noble family guard equipment was just a financial splurge of some rukongai merchant who wanted to bolster his ego and pretend to be a noble. The entire estate was like that. Filled with things that in their day were signs of being the pinnacle of nobility, pieces of art, decorations, architecture, all from a time long

 It had been a few weeks since Torin had tested Rida in the captain’s exam, they both needed time to recuperate after the intense battle, even with Captain Unohana’s healing kido. Torin was back in action first, as most of his injuries were easily healed. Rida was completely drained of reiatsu and had more subtle injuries from circulating his reiatsu through his body at a high level for an extended period of time. Torin got back to work at the division when he got out of squad 4s care, Kira had done a relatively good job keeping the amount of work in check, but he was only one man handling the paperwork of two. Not to mention tha

Deception, a concept invented by mankind and adopted by Shinigami, was only mastered by the Arrancar. With lives unaffected by time, instinct driving them towards cannibalism and the endless struggle for power, they alone gave themselves freely and wholly to the web that deceit spins, building their homes on the delicate strings, aware yet uncaring of the risks that came with perching themselves aloft on such a fragile foundation. For some, it was a net that secured their position, hoisting them high and bringing them closer to the apex of power. For others, it was the webbing that one day fell out from beneath their feet, plunging them into