Chapter 235: Orihime.

Chapter 235: Orihime.

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[Adam. C. POV.]

As the Garganta in the sky closed, I sighed, relief washing over me as I dropped to the floor only for Jushiro to catch me.

"Well, hello there," I smiled, waving at him.

Jushiro chuckled. "You seem okay all things considered."

"Meh, I dealt with worse," I replied, shrugging.

Without Aizen, or the Soul Society deeming a traitor for reasons I could assume had to do with Mayuri not telling them everything about me, there wasn't anything stopping me from recovering my arm and foot, which meant.

I needed Orihime.

"So, would you happen to know where's Orihime?" I asked, turning to Jushiro once more. "Human, innocent looking, kind has a save me princess vibe?"

Jushiro blinked, frowning. "Should I be worried... I know who she is by your bizarre description?"

I shrugged.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

"Yes, I know where she is," Jushiro nodded.

"Would you mind carrying me like a sack of potatoes to her?" I asked.

Jushiro blinked, seemingly taken back by my answer. "I guess not?"

"Lovely," I replied, happy he had agreed. Did I need to be carried? No, was I being extra just because? Yes, yes, I was. What can I say, I'm a little rascal.

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"Thank you, Orihime," I said, hugging her.

She smiled gently, a little flustered. "It's okay, Adam-san. I'm glad I could help."

Adam-san? Yuck... I don't like that.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I stood up, testing out my newly reformed limbs. Perfect balance, everything was back to normal. Orihime had done a remarkable job.

"Alright," I began, clapping my hands together, "Now that I'm all in one piece, what's the plan?"

Ichigo frowned, his brow furrowing. "We need to kick Aizen's ass, that's it."

Bitch, he almost killed you with a finger.

Rukia nodded in agreement. "Yes, however, we need to gather intel. We have no idea what Aizen's next move might be."

I stretched, a yawn escaping my lips. "Sounds good, but before we jump into that, I think we all could use some rest. Let's regroup later. For now, everyone should heal and recover."

Ichigo grunted in agreement; his eyes heavy with fatigue. "Fine, but we can't delay for too long."

As the others started to disperse, Orihime approached me, her fingers fidgeting. "Adam-san," she began, hesitating, "I'm just glad you're okay."

I smiled warmly. "Thanks to you, Orihime. And hey, if I ever lose another limb, I know who to call."

She laughed, a soft, tinkling sound. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

As she left the room, I found myself contemplating the turn of events. Aizen's betrayal, the reality marble... Things were moving, and fast.

I glanced at my newly restored limbs. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here I was, put back together while the world around seemed to be falling apart.

I grinned.

Aizen would regret not having killed me in the Muken. Because I was about to fuck up everything he has ever worked for.

I yawned, dropping on the bed beneath me. Resting my head on the pillow, I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over, I had things to do tomorrow, like talking with the old man, who apparently wanted to talk with me.

Wait... where the fuck is Ishida?