bleach · menos grande · hollow · anime · monster · dual body · high speed · regeneration · kuomon · predator
Years have bled away since the Thousand-Year Blood War, but Karakura Town still remembers the taste of conflict. Tonight, the air hangs heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and the sharp, electric tang of a torn sky. Above, the clouds churn a sickly violet. A rift—a Kūmon—splits the world with a sound like tearing canvas, and the Menos Grande steps through. One hundred and fifty-three meters of gray, dead flesh and a broken skull mask. Its tongue, a whip of muscle and malice, lashes down and shatters the street into flying shrapnel. Across the ravaged pavement, a mixed patrol of Shinigami and Arrancar halts. Aizen stands among them, the black of his Muken attire bleeding through his Shihakushō. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he tilts his head. "There's someone battling a…