I gave it my all. Shawlong finally managed to hypnotize me good enough so I truly believed Aizen could become a Vasto Lorde. I was ready, spirits high, imagining Aizen puffing up like a champ, finally able to keep up with female Grimmjow and stop getting beaten like a ragdoll.
Then reality slapped me right in the face.
Turns out, being a Vasto Lorde takes way more Reiryoku than I have right now. Even with all my belief, I just didn't have the spiritual juice to power the transformation.
The spell fizzled like a weak candle in the wind.
Aizen looked at me with those big, tired eyes, panting and half-collapsed, probably wondering if I was ever going to stop putting him through this madness. I sighed deeply. The poor dog.
But then, I thought about Grimmjow. Making her female was supposed to be a punishment—revenge for not letting me ride him like the cool panther I wanted, instead of lame ol' Aizen. But the truth was… I kinda liked it.
I liked watching female Grimmjow mess up and do idiot things because of my passive skill messing with her head. She didn't go hunting, didn't roam far, always following me like a shadow.
She never knew why.
See, the way my [Realidad Imponente] works is that if Grimmjow leaves my one-kilometer radius, the effect breaks and she turns back to male. But she never leaves because she's scared I'll run away without fixing her.
She doesn't know that.
And I'm not sure how to tell her.
I feel kinda bad about it. Aizen keeps getting beaten, and that sucks. I want to fix it. But at the same time… watching Grimmjow stumble around in female form, acting like a total idiot, is pretty damn funny.
Maybe I'm a terrible boss.
Maybe I'm a terrible "dad."
But hey — at least I'm honest about it.
Now I just have to figure out how to break the news to Grimmjow before this whole thing turns into an even bigger mess.
Operation 'Tell Grimmjow the Truth' begins soon…
But suddenly a strange feeling crept up my spine — a sharp, familiar pressure in the air.
Captain-level reiatsu.
I turned slowly, eyes narrowing.
Three distinct reiatsu signatures approached, steady and undeniable.
Visitors.
I didn't know if I should brace for a fight… or just prepare some more ridiculous chaos.
Whatever it was, things were about to get interesting.