Neo Soul King Yhwach

As Yhwach left the throne room, his mind buzzed with a thousand questions. What had just transpired with Big Mom? Why did she react with such fear and uncertainty? And most importantly, what did it mean for him that she claimed he had no soul?

As he walked briskly through the halls of the Chateau, his thoughts raced with possibilities. Could it be possible that he truly had no soul? Yet, such a notion seemed incongruous; after all, he had the ability to impart portions of his own soul to others. but if he lacked a fundamental aspect of humanity, what did that make him?

Yhwach's mind churned with uncertainty and unease as he grappled with the implications of Big Mom's revelation. But amidst the chaos of his thoughts, one question stood out above all others: What had happened to him before he regained his body?

As Yhwach continued to ponder the strange encounter with Big Mom, he reached out to Ginjo through their mental link, seeking answers to the questions swirling in his mind. But to his surprise, Ginjo remained uncharacteristically silent, his usual banter conspicuously absent. Sensing Yhwach's growing frustration, Ginjo finally responded with a cryptic remark, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Sorry, Yhwach. I... I don't know what that was. It felt... off, somehow.

Yhwach paused, his brow furrowing in thought as he considered Ginjo's words. Something about the whole ordeal felt wrong as if it didn't quite fit into the framework of his understanding.

Yhwach: (Mental link) Off... Yes, that's one way to describe it. It was as if... I was tainted by something. But what could have caused such a feeling?

As Yhwach grappled with the unsettling sensation that lingered within him, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to the story than he realized. He had reclaimed his body during his journey to the Soul King's palace, hadn't he? But if that was the case, why did he feel as if something was amiss?

Yhwach's thoughts were interrupted by Ginjo's voice.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) How... How do you feel, Yhwach? I mean, aside from the obvious.

Yhwach considered Ginjo's question for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting emotions and uncertainties. Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) ...I feel... tainted. Like something has been irrevocably changed within me. I thought when Aizen and I went to the Soul King's palace, I regained my body... but now, I'm not so sure. What exactly was I before I reclaimed my body? And if my soul is from a different universe, does that mean...?

Yhwach's voice trailed off, his mind swirling with uncertainty as he grappled with the implications of his newfound knowledge. But even as he sought answers, he couldn't shake the feeling that some truths were better left buried.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) I wish I had answers for you, Yhwach, but I'm just as in the dark as you are. Maybe... maybe when we reach the base, you could ask Zaegar. He might have some insight into what happened back there with Big Mom.

Yhwach's expression hardened as he processed Ginjo's suggestion. His mind was a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and emotions, but one thing remained clear: he couldn't rely on Ginjo for answers.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Ginjo, you're proving to be as useless as ever. Your inability to provide meaningful answers is becoming a tiresome habit.

Ginjo's voice, laced with his characteristic irreverence, echoed back in Yhwach's mind, a mixture of amusement and mild irritation evident in his tone.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Oh, come on, Yhwach. Cut me some slack. I'm not a mind reader, you know. Besides, it's not like you pay me to be your personal oracle.

Yhwach's gaze remained steely as he reached his brig and took hold of the ship's wheel, steering it towards Schatteninsel. 

As Yhwach continued to steer the ship towards Schatteninsel, his mind remained occupied with the unsettling encounter with Big Mom. However, his attention was soon drawn to a presence on the horizon, one that he recognized immediately. He could sense it clearly through his reikaku— a ship belonging to CP8.

Ginjo, noticing the shift in Yhwach's focus, couldn't resist making a comment.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Looks like the World Government just doesn't know when to quit. They're relentless, aren't they?

Yhwach's expression remained steely, a hint of disdain in his voice as he responded.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) It's to be expected. I have a bounty on my head, and my message to the Five Elders clearly struck a nerve. They won't rest until they've tried every means to capture or eliminate me.

Ginjo's voice, tinged with sarcasm, echoed in Yhwach's mind.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) So, what's the plan, oh mighty leader? How are we going to deal with this latest annoyance?

Yhwach's gaze hardened as he released the ship's wheel, turning his attention to the approaching CP8 vessel. He extended his index finger towards the distant ship, his eyes narrowing with determination.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) I'll handle this personally.

In an instant, Yhwach began to gather Reishi, forming it into a spiritual arrow. Unlike most Quincy who required a Spirit Weapon, Yhwach could generate these arrows with just an outstretched finger. The arrows appeared as simple blasts of Reishi shaped like the Quincy Cross, yet they held immense destructive power.

With a calm precision, Yhwach fired the Heilig Pfeil— a continuous barrage of sacred destruction arrows. The arrows streaked through the air with unerring accuracy, striking the CP8 ship with devastating force. The ship shuddered under the onslaught, deep cavities forming in its structure as the arrows pierced through it.

Ginjo's voice, filled with a mix of awe and amusement, resonated in Yhwach's mind.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Well, that certainly takes care of that. You never cease to impress, Yhwach.

Yhwach lowered his finger, his expression unchanging as he watched the CP8 ship crumble under the relentless barrage. He turned back to the ship's wheel, resuming his course towards Schatteninsel without a word.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) You know, one of these days, we might actually get a break from all this.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Doubtful. As long as we continue to challenge the established order, they will continue to pursue us. It's the nature of our struggle.

Ginjo's voice, now laced with a hint of resignation, echoed softly in Yhwach's mind.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Yeah, I suppose you're right. But still, it wouldn't hurt to hope for a little peace and quiet every now and then.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Hope is for the weak, Ginjo. We must remain vigilant and prepared for whatever comes our way.

As the ship sailed on, leaving the wreckage of the CP8 vessel in its wake, Yhwach's thoughts turned once more to the mysteries that lay ahead.

Scene Break - Location: Schatteninsel, Living Quarters of the recruits

Jarek's eyes flickered open as the dull ache in his head pulled him from the grasp of sleep. His surroundings came into focus slowly, the sterile scent of antiseptic assaulting his senses. Blinking away the haze, he became aware of the bandages wrapped around his chest, a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded not long ago.

As he tried to push himself up, a sharp pang shot through his skull, causing him to wince. That's when he heard the voice, a familiar tone tinged with concern, coming from the bed beside him.

Turning his head gingerly, he saw Rhys, his friend and fellow comrade, lying there with bandages covering his palm and leg. A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jarek's lips despite the pain.

Rhys stirred, his movements slow and deliberate as he pushed himself into a sitting position. Despite the obvious discomfort written on his face, he began to flex his fingers, testing the range of motion in his injured hand. Then, with a determined expression, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, albeit with a noticeable limp.

Jarek watched in disbelief as Rhys began to move through a series of stretches and exercises, his jaw-dropping open in incredulity.

Jarek: What are you doing?

Jarek exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief. 

Jarek: We just fought each other to the death, and here you are, exercising like nothing happened!

Rhys glanced over at Jarek, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips despite the pain etched on his features. 

Rhys: Come on, Jarek.

He said, his voice laced with amusement. 

Rhys: A little exercise never hurt anyone. Besides, it's important to keep moving, even after a fight.

Jarek shook his head in disbelief, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. 

Jarek: You're impossible.

he muttered, though there was a hint of grudging admiration in his tone.

As Rhys chuckled at Jarek's incredulous expression, the door to the living quarters swung open with a resounding creak. In stepped the First King, his posture straight and commanding, reminiscent of a seasoned military leader.

First King: Alright, maggots!

The First King barked, his voice booming with authority. 

First King: Breakfast is ready, recruits! Get your feathers—err, I mean, so get your sorry asses up and at 'em!

Jarek groaned in response, burying his face in his hands as if the sheer force of his frustration could make the First King disappear.

Rhys, on the other hand, simply grinned and made his way to the door, his limp barely slowing him down. Before he left, he turned back to Jarek with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Rhys: I guess we're roommates.

Rhys said with a smirk. 

Rhys: Well, I hope we become great comrades, partners, or something.

His tone was warm and genuine, devoid of any hint of pretense or ulterior motive. Rhys simply wanted to extend an olive branch, hoping to forge a bond with his new roommate.

Jarek regarded Rhys for a moment, his expression softening slightly at the genuine warmth in his companion's words. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself up from the bed, his muscles protesting the movement.

Jarek: Yeah, I guess so.

His response was gruff, but there was a hint of acceptance in his tone as he followed Rhys towards the door.

Jarek and Rhys made their way to the cafeteria, the fog outside casting an eerie atmosphere over Schatteninsel. Jarek glanced out the window, his gaze lingering on the thick mist that enveloped the island. It was as if the fog was a physical barrier, separating them from the outside world.

As they walked, Jarek heard a soft groan from Rhys. Turning towards his companion, he saw Rhys clutching his bandaged palm, a grimace of pain flashing across his face.

Jarek shook his head, a mixture of exasperation and concern evident in his voice.

Jarek: You really shouldn't have tried to act tough back there, Rhys.

he chided, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.

Rhys chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement despite the pain.

Rhys: Ah, but where's the fun in that, Jarek?

he replied, his voice tinged with mock indignation.

Rhys: Besides, a little pain never hurt anyone. Builds character, you know?

Jarek rolled his eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he shook his head in disbelief.

Jarek: Only you would thrive on something like that.

he muttered under his breath as they continued towards the cafeteria.

As they entered the bustling cafeteria, the noise and activity assaulted their senses. The room was filled with recruits, their voices mingling together in a cacophony of sound. Jarek wrinkled his nose in distaste as he surveyed the long line snaking its way toward the food counter.

Jarek: Ugh, I hate lines.

he grumbled, his irritation evident in his voice.

Rhys, however, seemed unperturbed as he made his way towards the back of the line.

Rhys: Come on, Jarek! Don't be such a sourpuss.

he called out over his shoulder, a playful grin on his face.

Jarek sighed in resignation, begrudgingly following Rhys towards the line.

Just as Jarek reached Rhys, he stumbled over a recruit—a girl who had been standing in front of them. With a yelp of surprise, Jarek lost his footing, sending him crashing into the girl and causing her tray of food to topple to the ground.

Mashed potatoes splattered across the floor, the gravy pooling around Jarek's feet as he scrambled to regain his balance. The girl's eyes narrowed with anger as she turned to face him, a dangerous glint in her gaze.

Girl: Watch where you're going!

she snapped, her voice sharp with irritation.

Before Jarek could even muster a response, the girl had drawn a rifle from her belt and leveled it at his chin, her expression deadly serious.

Girl: One wrong move, and I won't hesitate to pull the trigger.

Jarek's eyes widened in alarm as he stared down the barrel of the gun, his heart pounding in his chest. He raised his hands in a placating gesture, his voice shaky with fear.

Jarek: Easy there, sweetheart. No need for violence.

He said, his tone as conciliatory as he could manage given the circumstances.

As the tension in the cafeteria reached a boiling point, the girl tightened her grip on the rifle, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Jarek.

Girl: I'm no one's sweetheart, you fucking asshole!

she spat, her voice dripping with venom. Before Jarek could even react, she began to pull the trigger, her finger tightening around the trigger with deadly intent.

But just as she was about to pull the trigger, a man stepped in, his movements swift and decisive. With a well-aimed kick, he knocked the rifle upwards, causing it to collide with a nearby lightbulb. The bulb shattered with a loud crash, sending glass shards scattering across the floor.

The sudden commotion drew the ire of a few Revolutionary Army workers who were eating nearby. They shot angry glares in the direction of Jarek, the girl, and the man who had intervened, muttering curses under their breath as they begrudgingly began to clean up the mess.

Fourth King, hearing the commotion, swooped into the cafeteria with a thunderous expression, his voice booming with authority.

Fourth King: What the hell is going on here?

The workers scrambled to their feet, hastily gathering brooms and mops to clean up the broken glass and spilled food.

Fourth King's gaze narrowed as he surveyed the scene, his expression stern and unforgiving.

Fourth King: If this mess isn't cleaned up in the next five minutes, I'll personally report each and every one of you to Zaegar himself!

The threat hung in the air like a heavy cloud, spurring the workers into action as they redoubled their efforts to clean up the mess.

The Girl shot a venomous glare at the man who had intervened, her lips curled into a snarl of frustration.

Girl: You bastard! You ruined everything!

she seethed, her voice laced with anger and frustration.

Jarek, still recovering from the shock of the near-miss, began to apologize to the girl, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

Jarek: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—

But before he could finish his sentence, The Girl kicked him square in the groin, causing him to double over in pain with a loud cry. The man who had intervened rushed to Jarek's side, helping him up with a grimace of sympathy.

Man: Sorry about her, mate. Michiko doesn't trust anyone, especially after what happened with her unit.

Jarek's frustration flared at the excuse, his temper rising as he prepared to give the man a piece of his mind. But before he could utter a word, Rhys stepped in, shoving an apple into Jarek's mouth to silence him.

Rhys: Let's just focus on getting some food, alright?

He said, his tone calm and soothing as he gestured towards the food counter. Jarek glared at Rhys, his expression a mixture of annoyance and gratitude as he begrudgingly followed his friend towards the line.

Jarek followed Rhys to a table, his steps a little wobbly as he held his groin, wincing with each movement. Rhys, despite the earlier tension, couldn't help but chuckle softly at his friend's discomfort. As they sat down, Rhys nudged Jarek, a smirk playing on his lips.

Rhys: You know, Jarek, you really have a way with people.

Jarek glared at Rhys, his face flushed with both pain and irritation.

Jarek: Yeah, well, maybe next time you can be the one getting kicked in the groin.

Rhys raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk widening.

Rhys: Fair enough, fair enough. I'll try to keep my heroics in check.

Jarek couldn't help but crack a small smile at Rhys's remark. As they began to eat, the tension started to melt away, the camaraderie between them easing the discomfort of the situation. The cafeteria buzzed with the usual noise of recruits chatting and clattering dishes, creating a backdrop of normalcy against the recent chaos.

After a few minutes, the man who had intervened earlier approached their table. He carried a tray laden with food, his expression a mix of apology and determination. Without waiting for an invitation, he sat down next to them.

Man: Mind if I join you?

Jarek's eyes narrowed as he glared at the man, his jaw clenched in silent frustration. Rhys, sensing the potential for another confrontation, quickly intervened.

Rhys: Sure, have a seat. Thanks for stepping in earlier, by the way.

The man nodded, acknowledging Rhys's thanks, then turned to Jarek, his tone sincere.

Man: I owe you an apology. Michiko can be... intense. She's been through a lot, and trust doesn't come easily to her.

Jarek continued to glare at the man for a moment before finally sighing and relaxing a bit. He wasn't happy about the earlier encounter, but he could sense the sincerity in the man's words.

Jarek: Yeah, well, tell her to keep her kicks to herself next time.

The man chuckled, a hint of relief in his eyes as he extended his hand.

Man: Fair enough. My name's Kai, by the way.

Jarek hesitated for a moment before shaking Kai's hand, his grip firm but not aggressive.

Jarek: Jarek. And this is Rhys.

Rhys nodded in greeting, taking a bite of his food as he observed the exchange. Kai settled into his seat, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

Kai: So, what brings you two to Schatteninsel? Besides the obvious, of course.

Jarek and Rhys exchanged a glance, the unspoken understanding between them clear. It was Rhys who answered, his tone casual but tinged with a hint of curiosity.

Rhys: (leaning back with a grin) You know, joining Nachtüberfall wasn't exactly in my plans. I was just at Sabaody, claiming a bounty. Next thing I know, a little black lizard with wings—Zaegar, of course—comes flying at me and slaps a recruitment poster in my face. When I pulled it off, my bounty was gone. Thought it was a joke until I saw the fine print. Talk about an unexpected career change.

Kai laughed, shaking his head at the absurdity of Rhys's story. Jarek, however, remained serious, his expression darkening as he prepared to share his own reasons.

Jarek: (voice cold) I joined Nachtüberfall to kill Yhwach. That son of a bitch murdered my entire family. I'll stop at nothing to see him dead.

Rhys's eyes widened slightly at Jarek's declaration, but he quickly masked his surprise. Kai, sensing the gravity of Jarek's words, leaned in, his expression curious yet cautious.

Kai: That's... intense. Have you had any run-ins with him since joining?

Jarek's mind flashed back to his first encounter with Yhwach on Schatteninsel, the memory vivid and raw.

Jarek: (voice hard) I tried to kill him the first chance I got. But... he's powerful. More powerful than I imagined. I failed. But I won't stop trying until he's dead.

Kai looked between Jarek and Rhys, a thoughtful expression on his face. He leaned back in his seat, taking in their stories with a mix of admiration and wariness.

Kai: Sounds like you both have your reasons. Let's hope we all get what we're looking for here.

Rhys, intrigued by Kai's calm demeanor and willingness to intervene earlier, leaned forward, curiosity evident in his eyes.

Rhys: So, Kai, what about you? What brought you to Nachtüberfall? And do you know anything about that girl who tried to shoot Jarek earlier?

Kai took a bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully before responding. His eyes flickered with a hint of uncertainty as he glanced in the direction where Michiko had stormed off.

Kai: (sighing) As for why I joined... it's a bit of a long story. Let's just say I got tired of the World Government's hypocrisy and the way they treat people like pawns. I wanted to be part of something that actually fights for change, not just maintaining the status quo.

Jarek, still nursing his bruised ego from the earlier encounter, couldn't help but interject with a hint of skepticism.

Jarek: And you think Nachtüberfall is the answer to that?

Kai nodded, his expression serious.

Kai: I do. I've seen what Yhwach and his followers can do. They have the power to challenge the World Government, to disrupt their control. It's not a perfect solution, but it's a start.

Rhys nodded thoughtfully, appreciating Kai's perspective. He then turned the conversation back to the girl, Michiko.

Rhys: And what about Michiko? Do you know why she's here?

Kai shook his head, a look of frustration crossing his face.

Kai: I wish I did. She's a mystery, that one. Joined up not long after I did, but she's kept her reasons close to the vest. All I know is that she's been through some serious trauma. She doesn't talk about it, and she doesn't trust easily. It's like she's always on edge, waiting for the next betrayal.

Jarek, despite his earlier anger, felt a pang of empathy for Michiko. He understood what it was like to carry the weight of loss and mistrust.

Jarek: Well, whatever her reasons, she's got to learn that not everyone's out to get her. Almost shooting people over spilled food isn't exactly the way to make friends.

Scene Break - Location: Schatteninsel Docks

As Yhwach guided the ship into the docks of Schatteninsel, the island's foggy veil gave way to the familiar sight of the Nachtüberfall 's stronghold. He remained composed, though his mind still churned with thoughts of the unsettling encounter with Big Mom and the implications of her words.

Ginjo's voice echoed in Yhwach's mind, his usual irreverence present even in their mental link.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Ah, it's good to be back.

Yhwach's brow furrowed slightly as he responded, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) You don't even have a physical body, Ginjo. Why are you saying this as if you could appreciate the surroundings?

Ginjo's chuckle reverberated in Yhwach's mind, tinged with his characteristic irreverence.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Just because I'm a voice in your head doesn't mean I can't appreciate the sentiment. Besides, even a disembodied presence like mine enjoys a bit of stability now and then.

Yhwach sighed inwardly, his focus shifting to the task at hand as the ship docked. He had more pressing matters to attend to than Ginjo's antics.

Scene Break - Location: Yhwach's Office

Inside Yhwach's office, the atmosphere was tense. Zaegar, seated before a large screen, was engrossed in a heated video game battle against Ophis. Zaegar betrayed none of the frustration simmering beneath the surface. As the screen flashed with a decisive defeat, Zaegar's temper boiled over.

Zaegar: Damn it!

In a fit of rage, Zaegar hurled the game controller at the TV, shattering the screen into a spiderweb of cracks. The room fell silent, the only sound being Zaegar's labored breathing. Beside him, Ophis let out a soft, mocking chuckle.

Ophis: You'll never win against me, Zaegar. I always come out on top.

Zaegar's eyes blazed with fury as he grabbed Ophis by the hair, his grip tight and unforgiving. With a growl, he hurled her toward the ceiling, intending to send her crashing into the sun. However, Ophis merely chuckled, her form dissolving into a streak of darkness. She re-entered Zaegar's small dragon body effortlessly, merging back into him with a whisper of amusement.

Ophis: (Within Zaegar's Mind) You know you can't get rid of me that easily, Zaegar. We're intertwined, remember?

Zaegar's anger simmered, but he took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain composure. The shattered TV, a testament to his frustration, was now a silent witness to their unending rivalry. As he turned his attention back to the room, he noticed Yhwach standing at the entrance, his presence commanding and imposing.

Yhwach walked slowly, each step echoing with the weight of authority and contained fury. The shattered television and Zaegar's seething rage were inconsequential as Yhwach's cold, steely gaze fixed on Zaegar. In an instant, he was upon him, seizing Zaegar by the neck and slamming him against the wall. The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing through the surface, the entire room trembling under the force of Yhwach's anger.

Yhwach: (voice low and dangerous) You have a lot to answer for, Zaegar.

Zaegar's chuckle echoed in the tense silence of the room, his amusement seemingly unfazed by Yhwach's intimidating presence.

Zaegar: Oh, Are you planning on raping me? Sorry, but I doesn't swing that way.

Yhwach's glare intensified, his patience wearing thin as Zaegar continued with his irreverent banter.

Yhwach: Enough with your rambling, Zaegar. I want answers, and I want them now.

Yhwach's voice was cold and commanding, his tone brooking no argument. Zaegar's smirk faltered slightly as he realized the gravity of the situation.

Zaegar: Alright, alright. No need to get your Quincy panties in a twist.

Yhwach's grip tightened on Zaegar's neck, a warning glint in his eyes.

Yhwach Big Mom saw something—something that terrified her. And I felt it too. Explain yourself, or you will face consequences far worse than what she threatened.

As Zaegar's tail snaked around Yhwach's hand, he felt a surge of power coursing through him. With a powerful thrust, Zaegar propelled himself towards his coconut tank, crashing into its clear, crystalline surface and plunging into the cool, refreshing liquid within.

Yhwach's gaze followed Zaegar's movements, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. He watched as Zaegar swam lazily in the tank, his tail propelling him effortlessly through the water. There was a palpable tension in the air as Yhwach waited for Zaegar to speak, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

Zaegar surfaced, his expression unreadable as he regarded Yhwach with a mixture of amusement and disdain. He took a moment to sip from a coconut cocktail, his gaze never leaving Yhwach's.

Zaegar: You're not ready, Yhwach. You're far too weak to understand the truth of what's happening.

Yhwach narrowed his eyes, his frustration boiling over as he clenched his fists. He was tired of Zaegar's cryptic remarks and evasive behavior.

Yhwach: Stop speaking in riddles, Zaegar. I demand answers.

Zaegar chuckled softly, swirling the cocktail in his hand as he considered Yhwach's request. After a moment of silence, he spoke, his tone grave and solemn.

Zaegar: How much do you know about the Primordial state of Bleach?

Yhwach's mind churned with the mention of the Primordial state of Bleach, a concept he had heard whispers of but never fully understood. As he tried to piece together what little information he had on the subject, Zaegar's question hung in the air, demanding an answer.

Yhwach: (thoughtfully) What I know of the Primordial state of Bleach is limited, but I understand the basics.... It was a world shrouded in ambiguity, where the very concepts of life and death were fluid and indistinct. Without progress, there was no retreat, yet the world swayed in a perpetual cycle without direction. It was a realm where even becoming a Hollow was an integral part of the ebb and flow of reishi.

Zaegar's expression remained inscrutable as he listened to Yhwach's response, his gaze piercing and intense. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his tone measured and deliberate.

Zaegar: And what about the original Sin? Do you know anything about that?

Yhwach's brow furrowed in confusion at Zaegar's question, his mind racing as he tried to recall any information he had on the subject.

Yhwach: As for the original Sin... it is a complex matter, one intertwined with the actions of the Five Great Noble Clans and their manipulation of the Soul King.

Yhwach's voice was calm and measured, his words chosen with care as he navigated the delicate balance of truth and uncertainty.

Yhwach: The Soul King's role in all of this remains shrouded in mystery. Did he willingly accept his fate, or was he a victim of manipulation and betrayal? It's a question that has plagued me since I first learned of his existence. But how does that relate to—

Zaegar's smirk widened at Yhwach's confusion, his amusement evident in his voice as he took another sip of his cocktail.

Zaegar: Ah, Yhwach. You truly are ignorant, aren't you? But I suppose I can't blame you. After all, you were born into a world that was already broken. You know nothing of the true nature of existence.

Yhwach's expression darkened as Zaegar's words sank in, his mind racing with a mixture of frustration and uncertainty. He couldn't deny the truth in Zaegar's words—there were gaps in his knowledge, gaps that he had never even realized existed until now.

Yhwach: Spare me your cryptic ramblings, Zaegar. If you have something to say, then say it plainly. I have no patience for your games.

Zaegar's smirk widened at Yhwach's response, his amusement was evident in his tone.

Zaegar: Oh, but where's the fun in that, Yhwach? I thought you enjoyed a good mystery.

Yhwach's patience wore thin as he clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over.

Yhwach: I have no time for your cryptic nonsense, Zaegar. Tell me what you know, or—

But before Yhwach could finish his threat, Zaegar cut him off with a wave of his hand, his expression shifting to one of mock indignation.

Zaegar: Oh, spare me the threats, Yhwach. You know as well as I do that you need me. Without me, you're nothing but a lost soul drifting back in the sea of reishi.

Yhwach's eyes flashed with anger at Zaegar's taunts, his resolve hardening as he prepared to confront him head-on.

Yhwach: You may be my inner Hollow, Zaegar, but that doesn't give you the right to speak to me in such a manner. Remember your place.

Zaegar's grin widened at Yhwach's response, his amusement evident in his voice as he turned to leave.

Zaegar: Oh, I remember my place, Yhwach. And believe me, I won't forget it anytime soon. But remember this: I may be your best buddy, your bestio friendo, but I'm also your greatest ally and your worst nightmare.

As he spoke, Zaegar's gaze turned inward, his thoughts swirling with unspoken truths.

Zaegar: (In thought) Let's be real, Yhwach, you are not who you think you are. You are not the glorious savior you believe yourself to be. In fact, You're not the hero of this story at all. You are the very thing you despise.....

With that cryptic thought, Zaegar disappeared from the room, leaving Yhwach alone with his thoughts. As the door closed behind him, Yhwach couldn't shake the feeling that Zaegar knew more than he was letting on.

With a heavy sigh, Yhwach sank back into his chair, his mind racing with questions and uncertainties. Whatever Zaegar's game was, Yhwach was determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

As Yhwach sat in his office, grappling with the cryptic words of Zaegar, he was suddenly interrupted by the Second King flying through the window, his expression urgent and determined.

Second King: Yhwach, the recruits have finished their breakfast. Do you have any activities planned for today?

Yhwach's gaze shifted from the shattered window to the Second King, his expression stoic and unreadable.

Yhwach: (voice calm) As a matter of fact, I do. Gather the recruits in the training grounds. We have much to discuss.

The Second King nodded in understanding, his eyes lingering on Yhwach's face for a moment before he turned to leave.

Second King: Understood. I'll inform them immediately.

As Yhwach strode through the entrance of his office, his eyes fixed on the foggy sky of the Floridian triangle, his mind still wrestling with the enigmatic words of Zaegar. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the Primordial state of Bleach and the original Sin than he had been led to believe.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Ginjo's voice echoed in his mind, a familiar presence amidst the chaos of his thoughts.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Well, well, well, looks like the boss is in a contemplative mood today. What's got you so worked up, Yhwach? Finally, realizing the truth of your existence? Or are you just feeling nostalgic for the good old days?

Yhwach's brow furrowed slightly at Ginjo's irreverent tone, his expression a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Spare me your sarcasm, Ginjo. I have more pressing matters to attend to than your idle banter.

Ginjo's chuckle reverberated in Yhwach's mind, his voice tinged with amusement.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Oh, come on, Yhwach. You know you love my banter. Keeps things interesting, doesn't it? Besides, it's not like you have anything better to do while you're stuck in this dreary office of yours.

Yhwach shook his head in exasperation at Ginjo's antics, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite himself.

Yhwach: (Mental Link) Enough, Ginjo. We have work to do.

With that, Yhwach turned his attention back to the task at hand, his mind focused on the recruits and the training session that awaited them. As he made his way towards the training grounds.

Scene Break - Location: Schatteninsel's Training Grounds.

Jarek trudged across the training grounds, his steps heavy with exhaustion and frustration. Despite the lingering soreness from his encounter in the cafeteria, he couldn't shake the feeling of numbness that still gripped his body. With each step, he longed for nothing more than to collapse onto the ground and rest.

Jarek: Seriously, can't I just take the day off? I still feel like I got hit by a truck.

Kai, walking beside him, shot him a bemused glance, his tone laced with amusement.

Kai: First day on the job, and you're already asking for time off? You've got a lot to learn, my friend.

Rhys, walking on Jarek's other side, laughed at Kai's remark, his tone light and teasing.

Rhys: Yeah, Jarek, what happened to that tough guy attitude of yours? Can't handle a little soreness?

Jarek scowled at Rhys's teasing, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

Jarek: Oh, shut up, Rhys. You're not the one who got kicked in the groin.

Rhys's grin widened at Jarek's response, his amusement evident in his voice.

Rhys: (teasing) No, but I did have to witness it. And let me tell you, it was pretty hilarious.

Jarek rolled his eyes at Rhys's antics, his annoyance growing with each passing moment.

Jarek: Remind me again why I agreed to be roommates with you?

Rhys shrugged, his expression nonchalant.

Rhys: Because deep down, you know you love me, Jarek.

Jarek scoffed at Rhys's remark.

Jarek: Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming.

As Jarek, Kai, and Rhys continued their banter, Kai suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Jarek to bump into him from behind.

Jarek: Hey, watch it!

Jarek snapped, irritation evident in his voice. But before he could say anything else, Kai held up a hand to silence him, his eyes fixed on the figure approaching them.

Kai: Shh, Jarek. Look.

Jarek followed Kai's gaze and saw an old man walking towards them with purposeful strides. His demeanor was commanding, and his presence demanded attention. Jarek's irritation melted away as he realized who it was.

Jarek: (under his breath) Yhwach...

As Yhwach reached the platform at the center of the training grounds, the recruits fell silent, their eyes fixed on him with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Yhwach's gaze swept over the crowd.

Rhys noticed Jarek's distraction and nudged him subtly, a warning glance in his eyes.

Rhys: (quietly) Jarek, pay attention. Something important is about to happen.

But Jarek, too caught up in his own frustration, brushed off Rhys's warning with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Jarek: (muttering) Yeah, yeah. I'll listen when I feel like it.

Rhys shook his head in exasperation at Jarek's stubbornness, but before he could say anything, the First King, who had been observing the interaction from a distance, hurried over to warn Jarek.

First King: (urgently) Jarek, you need to—

But before the First King could finish his sentence, Yhwach, now standing on the raised platform, raised a hand to stop him. His eyes narrowed with a steely gaze fixed on Jarek, his expression unreadable.

But Yhwach's glare silenced the First King, his expression unreadable as he fixed his gaze on Jarek. The air around them crackled with tension as Yhwach prepared to address the recruits.

Yhwach: (voice stern) Recruits, listen up. Today, we will be conducting a special training exercise to test your combat readiness and teamwork skills. You will be split into teams of two, with each team assigned a specific objective to complete within a set time limit.

Yhwach scanned the recruits, his eyes lingering on each of them before settling on a shy girl who timidly raised her hand. He nodded in her direction, prompting her to speak up.

Girl: Um, excuse me, sir. Could you, uh, maybe give us an example of the objective?

Yhwach regarded the girl for a moment before nodding, his expression serious.

Yhwach: Of course. Let's say your objective is to retrieve an item from a designated location within the training grounds. You'll need to work together with your partner to navigate the obstacles and challenges in your path while ensuring the safety of your team.

The girl nodded in understanding, a hint of relief evident in her expression.

Yhwach continued to list off the teams and their partners, his voice unwavering as he assigned each recruit their respective partner. Rhys and Kai were paired together, their easy camaraderie evident as they exchanged a nod of understanding. Jarek's jealousy flared at the sight of Rhys being paired with someone reliable, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

As Yhwach reached the final pairings, Jarek held his breath, hoping against hope that his partner would be someone capable and dependable. 

Yhwach: Jarek, you will be partnered with Michiko.

However, his hopes were dashed when Yhwach announced his name alongside Michiko's. Jarek's heart sank as he exchanged a shocked glance with Michiko, their mutual disdain for each other evident in their expressions.

Jarek: (under his breath) Great, just great. I get stuck with the psycho.

Rhys shot Jarek a sympathetic glance, his expression filled with understanding.

Rhys: (quietly) Hey, don't worry about it, Jarek. I'm sure Michiko's not as bad as you think.

But before Jarek could respond, Michiko's voice cut through the air like a knife, her tone sharp with irritation.

Michiko: No fucking way! I'm not partnering with this asshole!

Jarek's eyes widened in surprise at Michiko's outburst, his own frustration mirroring hers.

Jarek: (indignantly) You think I want to partner with you, princess? I'd rather be partnered with a rabid dog!

Yhwach's voice thundered across the training grounds, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Yhwach: That's enough! You two will partner together, and that's final. You either work together or face the consequences. Is that clear?

Jarek and Michiko exchanged a venomous glare, their jaws clenched in silent frustration. But as they met Yhwach's steely gaze, they knew they had no choice but to comply.

Jarek: (gritting his teeth) Crystal clear.

Michiko's response was a terse nod, her expression tight with anger and resentment.

Yhwach: Good. Now, I expect each of you to give this exercise your all. Failure is not an option.

Rhys shot Jarek a sympathetic glance, his expression filled with understanding. He knew how much Jarek hated working with Michiko, but there was nothing they could do about it now.

Rhys: (whispering) Looks like you're stuck with her, mate. Just try to keep things civil, okay?

Jarek grumbled in response, his frustration evident in his tone as he begrudgingly made his way towards Michiko, who stood off to the side with a scowl on her face.

Jarek sighed heavily as he approached Michiko, his irritation simmering beneath the surface. With a forced calmness, he addressed her.

Jarek: I guess we're going to be partners for this test. Let's try not to kill each other, alright?

Michiko shot him a venomous glare, her sarcasm cutting through the tension like a knife.

Michiko: Oh, what a brilliant idea. I'll try my best to contain my overwhelming desire to strangle you.

Jarek rolled his eyes at Michiko's sarcasm, his patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to snap back at her. Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep his tone neutral.

Jarek: Look, I know we don't exactly see eye to eye, but we need to put our differences aside for now and focus on completing this task. Can you handle that?

Michiko's glare intensified at Jarek's attempt to diffuse the tension, her lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance.

Michiko: Don't patronize me, Jarek. I know how to handle myself just fine without your input. Don't think for a second that I'll forget what happened earlier. You're on thin ice, Jarek.

Jarek bristled at Michiko's words, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

Jarek: And whose fault was that? If you hadn't overreacted and kicked me in the—

But before Jarek could finish his sentence, Michiko's fist collided with his jaw, sending him staggering backward with a grunt of pain. The recruits around them gasped in shock as Jarek rubbed his jaw, shooting Michiko a glare of pure hatred.

Jarek: (through gritted teeth) You're dead to me, Michiko.

 Yhwach's voice echoed across the training grounds, drawing their attention to the observation deck.

Yhwach: (voice commanding) Let the exercise begin.

As the first team set out to complete their objective, Yhwach's gaze swept over the recruits, his expression inscrutable. Ginjo's voice echoed in his mind, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Seriously, Yhwach? Is this the best activity you could come up with? Watching these recruits fumble around like headless chickens?

Zaegar, standing next to Yhwach, chuckled softly as he picked up a nearby rock and hurled it at the recruits below.

Zaegar: I have to agree with Ginjo on this one. This is hardly the most challenging exercise you could have chosen.

Yhwach's expression darkened at Ginjo and Zaegar's comments, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

Yhwach: (voice low) Enough, both of you. This exercise is designed to test the recruits' combat readiness and teamwork skills. It may not be as flashy as some of our other activities, but it serves its purpose.

Ginjo's chuckle reverberated in Yhwach's mind, his amusement evident in his tone.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) Oh, I'm sure it does. But I can't help but feel like we're wasting our time here.

Yhwach's gaze hardened as he fixed his eyes on the recruits below.

Yhwach: (thoughtfully) Perhaps. But we must ensure that they are prepared for whatever challenges lie ahead. And if that means starting with simple exercises, then so be it.

Scene Break - Location: Schatteninsel's  Revolutionary Army Lunch Break site.

The revolutionary army workers were gathered for their lunch break, their spirits high as they chatted and laughed amongst themselves. Jack, the headworker, stood at the center of the group, regaling them with a joke that elicited uproarious laughter from his colleagues.

Jack: And then the pirate captain says to the marine admiral, "Why did the mermaid wear seashells? Because she grew out of her B-shells!"

The workers erupted into laughter at Jack's joke, their voices mingling together in a chorus of amusement. But amidst the laughter, one of the revolutionary army workers stepped away from the group, his expression somber and contemplative.

This worker, whose name was Ethan, couldn't find it in himself to join in the laughter. He watched his comrades with a mixture of disdain and frustration, his mind consumed by doubts and questions.

Ethan: (muttering to himself) What are we doing here? Why did Monkey D. Dragon send us to help rebuild an island for a fake emperor of the sea? It all seems... naive.

With a frustrated sigh, the worker kicked a nearby rock towards a tree, his irritation evident in his movements. As the rock struck the tree, an apple fell from its branches, landing at the worker's feet.

Curious, the worker picked up the apple, turning it over in his hands as he inspected it. But as he examined the fruit, only to realize that it wasn't an ordinary piece of fruit—it was the Kage Kage no Mi, Moria's Devil Fruit.

Ethan: (eyes widening in realization) This isn't just any apple... It's Moria's Devil Fruit!

As the worker's mind raced with memories of the past, a flashback unfolded before his eyes. He remembered the day when Gecko Moria had attempted to reclaim Thriller Bark, only to be met with defeat at the hands of Yhwach.

The worker's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter from his fellow comrades. Jack's joke had clearly struck a chord with them, but the worker couldn't bring himself to join in. As he looked down at Moria's Devil Fruit in his hand, a sense of unease settled over him.

As Ethan pocketed Moria's Devil Fruit, he quickly composed himself, hiding the fruit from view as he turned to face his approaching coworker. It was Thomas, a fellow revolutionary army worker known for his jovial demeanor and friendly nature.

Thomas: Hey there, Ethan! Why the long face? Aren't you enjoying Jack's jokes?

Ethan forced a smile, his mind still reeling from the discovery of the Devil Fruit in his possession.

Ethan: Oh, hey Thomas. Yeah, Jack's jokes are great. Just got lost in my own thoughts for a moment there.

Thomas nodded understandingly, his smile never faltering as he clapped Ethan on the back in a friendly gesture.

Thomas: Ah, happens to the best of us, mate. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to join us for a game of cards during lunch break. It's always more fun with more people.

Ethan hesitated for a moment, his mind still preoccupied with the implications of Moria's Devil Fruit being in his possession. But he quickly pushed aside his doubts, forcing himself to focus on the present.

Ethan: Sure, sounds like fun. I could use a distraction.

As Ethan followed Thomas back to join the group for the card game, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of his mind. 

Scene Break - Location: Yhwach's Office

Yhwach sat at his desk, a stack of papers spread out before him as he reviewed the results of the training exercise he had conducted for the recruits. The atmosphere in the office was tense, the four kings gathered on the sofas nearby, their expressions a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

Beside Yhwach's desk, Zaegar lounged in his coconut tank, sipping on a coconut cocktail with a lazy grin on his face. As he tilted the coconut to take another sip, a few drops spilled out, splashing onto the floor and the nearby Third and Fourth King.

Fourth King: Watch it, Zaegar! You're getting coconut all over the place.

Third King: Yeah, can't you drink your cocktail without making a mess?

Zaegar chuckled lazily, his gaze unfocused as he shrugged off their complaints.

Zaegar: Relax, boys. It's just a little spillage. No need to get your feathers in a twist.

Yhwach glanced up from his papers, his expression stern as he addressed Zaegar.

Yhwach: Zaegar, please try to be more careful. We have important matters to discuss, and I'd prefer not to be distracted by your antics.

Zaegar rolled his eyes, but he made a half-hearted attempt to contain his spillage as he took another sip from his coconut cocktail.

Zaegar: Fine, fine. I'll try not to make a mess.

As Yhwach returned his attention to the papers before him, the atmosphere in the office grew tense once more. The four kings exchanged wary glances, their minds racing with thoughts and questions.

First King: (tentatively) So, Yhwach, what do the results of the training exercise look like? Did the recruits perform as expected?

Yhwach sighed heavily, his expression grave as he leaned back in his chair.

Yhwach: The results are... mixed, to say the least. Some of the recruits showed promise, demonstrating impressive teamwork and adaptability. But others... well, let's just say there's still much room for improvement.

First King scratched his beak thoughtfully, nodding in understanding as he processed Yhwach's assessment of the recruits' performance.

First King: I see. It seems we have our work cut out for us in terms of training and development.

Yhwach's gaze shifted to the Third King, who had a furrowed brow as he addressed him.

Third King: Yhwach, what do you plan to do to address the shortcomings we observed during the exercise? We can't afford to have our recruits lacking in essential skills.

Yhwach considered the question for a moment before responding, his mind already formulating a plan.

Yhwach: We'll need to tailor our approach to each individual recruit, focusing on their unique abilities and areas for improvement. I'll assign each of you a group of recruits to mentor and train personally. Together, we'll ensure that they're ready for whatever challenges lie ahead.

Second King nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful as he offered a suggestion.

Second King: Perhaps we could also arrange for some joint training exercises between the recruits and our more experienced members. It would give them a chance to learn from each other and strengthen their bonds as a team.

Yhwach considered the suggestion, nodding in approval.

Yhwach: That's a good idea, Second King. We'll start implementing joint training exercises alongside our individual mentoring efforts. It's crucial that the recruits learn to trust and rely on each other if we're to succeed in our mission.

Yhwach signaled to the four kings with a nod, indicating that they would continue their conversation tomorrow. As they filed out of the office, each lost in their own thoughts, Yhwach turned his chair slightly, allowing himself a moment of solitude to reflect on their next move.

As he spun idly in his chair, his mind drifted to the suggestion from the Second King about joint training exercises. It was a practical approach, one that would foster teamwork and camaraderie among the recruits. But Yhwach couldn't shake the feeling that they needed something more—a grander strategy to solidify their position and expand their influence.

Ginjo's voice echoed in Yhwach's mind, his tone contemplative as he offered a suggestion.

Ginjo: (Within Yhwach's mind) You know, Yhwach, now might be the perfect time to start thinking about expanding our influence beyond Schatteninsel. We have the resources and the manpower to make a significant impact in the world. Why not seize the opportunity while we still can?

Yhwach considered Ginjo's words carefully, his mind racing with possibilities. Indeed, they had a solid foundation to build upon—their base, the recruits, and their alliance with the revolutionary army. But to truly make a mark on the world, they would need to align themselves with other powerful factions.

As Yhwach pondered his next move, Zaegar's voice interrupted his thoughts, his head popping up from the coconut tank with a mischievous grin.

Zaegar: Why not make an alliance with the other emperors of the sea? It could be fun to see how they react to your offer.

Yhwach's brow furrowed in thought at Zaegar's suggestion. It was a bold idea, one that carried both risks and rewards. But as he weighed the options, he couldn't deny the potential benefits of aligning themselves with such formidable allies.

Yhwach: (thoughtfully) An alliance with the other emperors of the sea... It's a bold move, but one that could yield great rewards if successful.

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A) What should Yhwach's next move be in terms of expanding their influence beyond Schatteninsel?

B) How should Yhwach handle Zaegar's suggestion to make an alliance with the other emperors of the sea?

C) How should Yhwach address the shortcomings observed during the training exercise: 

1) Focus on individual mentoring and training efforts by assigning each king a group of recruits.

2) Implement joint training exercises between recruits and experienced members to foster teamwork. 

3) Both 1) and 2) – a combination of individual mentoring and joint training exercises.

Other choices.

D) How should Yhwach address the tensions between Jarek and Michiko? Should he intervene directly, or should he let them resolve their differences on their own?

E) What should Ethan do with Moria's Devil Fruit? Should he keep it hidden and investigate further, or should he turn it over to Yhwach for safekeeping?