So while Gabriel and Yamamoto were showing the peak of what their race could do, going band for band, attack for attack, causing Soul Society to shake...
To quake under the might of their power... somewhere else...
The Sin of Wrath was in a very heated fight against both Kenpachis.
Under normal circumstances... Grimmjow would've gotten lubed up if he had ever tried this before. His original self would never—and I mean never—hope to fight those two monsters and live to see another day.
This was the 2 vs 1 of a lifetime—granted, if either of the Kenpachis got in the other's way, they wouldn't hesitate to cut each other in half.
Grimmjow dodged under Kenpachi's blade before grabbing Unohana's face and slamming it into a nearby house.
The sound of a blade making contact with skin echoed in the air.
Yeah... this was a 2 vs 1—he forgot Kenpachi was here.
The man had slashed his exposed back.
Turning around, he launched a kick at the beast, who blocked the attack with his sword.
Then—slash!—Grimmjow was hit in the back once more by a flying blood slash from Unohana.
The woman came out of the rubble unphased, as if she had taken no damage.
Grimmjow's power flared up once more... and it felt like he was feeding the Kenpachis honey packs at this point.
They were battle maniacs, so seeing their opponent get stronger was like giving a corrupt politician a freebie with no consequences.
Shit got them bricked—or whatever it is for a woman. (I am not writing it.)
Running on all fours, Grimmjow rushed at them, his eyes becoming slitted, his Sin Authority doing its magic.
As Kenpachi slashed at him once more, the man's sword bounced off his skin—his Hierro had evolved further.
Using his tail, he wrapped it around Kenpachi's neck before sending him flying.
Infusing his nails with Reiryoku, they began to glow as he slashed at Unohana.
She was the main threat here—clashing against her Bankai was a hassle.
BAM!
CLANG!
Blocking a strike, he spun around before placing his hand in front of her face and saying—
"Gran Rey Cero."
He had everything needed for it—his blood, and in his transformed state and predator mode, he could do this shit quite easily.
Unohana, who was only a few feet away, had no time to block the attack.
KABOOM!
Grimmjow watched as his left hand fell to the floor.
It had been cut... cleanly in half.
Turning toward the culprit—it was Kenpachi.
Wait... how?
He had adapted to his strength. Unless Kenpachi suddenly got 10 times stronger, his strikes shouldn't deal any damage whatsoever.
SLASH!
A blood slash tore a wound across Grimmjow's chest.
Fuck...
He got the perfect opponents.
A grin spread across his face as he began to rapidly jump in place, shifting left and right like some kind of super boxer.
Throwing haymakers should do it.
Opening his mouth, he launched a Cero—utterly destroying his own arm.
Using High-Speed Regeneration, his wound began to heal at a speed visible to the human eye.
"You'll have to try harder than that," Grimmjow taunted, flexing his new arm. The man was already on all fours, ready to pounce once more.
Yet, something about seeing their opponent heal...
Damn.
He just gave them a Broly boost.
Their Spiritual Energy flared up once more, yet one thing was for certain—
This would be a bloodbath.
Grimmjow completely abandoned defense and went all offense.
What happened next was nothing short of carnage.
Kenpachi slashed his stomach open—Grimmjow used his own guts to strangle him.
He kicked his own severed arm to block a strike from Unohana—who now had a donut-shaped hole in her stomach where her womb was supposed to be.
Her Bankai was working overtime to heal her, bringing her back to full health—yet the battle was so bloody that any healing done lasted less than five seconds.
The entire area was drenched in their blood.
Grimmjow jumped into the air, firing a "Gran Rey Cero"—Unohana used Danku to block it, but the barrier was obliterated.
As she turned around—Grimmjow was already behind her.
From there, he used "Garra de la Pantera."
This technique involved him firing five acutely-shaped bombs from his elbow at high speed.
Yet, somehow—she still managed to block each and every one of them.
He spun around just in time to block a strike from Kenpachi—grabbing the man by the hair before slamming him into the ground and kicking him toward Unohana.
Grimmjow's arm fell to the floor—he was huffing and puffing, his Reiatsu now barely at Third Seat level.
He had almost nothing left.
Watching his two opponents get back up—Kenpachi had long since lost his vision due to blood loss.
Yet the man had lost 40% of his blood and was still swinging.
Don't know how he could still see—his vision was basically gone by now.
Feeling like he needed to end this, Grimmjow started using his claws, pumping all of his Reiryoku into them. As he did so, his claws glowed, and he slashed—each claw becoming a long, sharp blade composed of Reishi.
But instead of stopping there—
"Desgarrón!"
He rushed toward them with his claws out... for one final clash.
Kenpachi—half-blind.
Unohana—running on less Reiatsu than start-of-the-series Rukia.
Yet the madwoman still met the attack head-on—raising her blade for a final clash.
Two Kenpachis and one Sin.
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
SPLASH!
CRACK!
The two enemies stood back to back.
Unohana collapsed, her Zanpakuto bearing a small crack.
Kenpachi fell on his back.
Only Grimmjow remained standing.
"...I... lost..."
Yet, he didn't look too hurt.
His top half slid off.
His body hit the floor.
The Sin of Wrath had fallen.
His body slowly vanishing into the blood-soaked ground.
POV Change.
Somewhere in Hueco Mundo, a random Arrancar could be seen.
He had a tattoo on his neck, and he was about to eat breakfast when suddenly—
The tattoo turned red.
Before he could even react, all the nutrients in his body were drained into the tattoo.
Within five seconds, he became a hollow husk, his body plundered of all energy.
From his neck, a cocoon emerged.
Thirty seconds later, the cocoon cracked open, and Grimmjow's naked body fell to the floor—covered in amniotic fluid.
He exhaled sharply... the Sin of Wrath tattoo on his back slowly growing weaker.
Hmm...
He had used one of his revives.
He had two more.
Once they were all gone... he would be tested to see if he still deserved the title of Sin—to see if someone stronger could take his spot.
After all... dying three times...
Yet, that wasn't on his mind right now.
That fight...
It was perfect.
He wanted more.
He wanted to go back to finish the fade—but he remembered the rules.
If they were killed, they could not return unless ordered to.
Sad.
A/N....since this chapter was like 3 berserker fighting I didn't include no dialogue.