The truth was that he had come not for the Soul Society... but for assistance. And to do so, he needed the help of his hunter's enemy, a powerful Arrancar that only resided in the depths of Hueco Mundo. His face was laced with a small smile, focusing his senses in order to find what he wished for.

Amparo was sitting by one of the "trees" of Hueco Mundo, looking at his partner. She was asleep. Her performance in battle had been decreasing slightly. It seemed the Shinigami was on her mind.

A flash raced throughout the Shinigami's mind, and he knew where they were.

WHOOSH!

One moment, he had been standing yards away from the two. Then, he was only 10 paces away from behind, eyes shadowed over, and the small smile on his face. "So, this is you, hm?" He thought.

"And who might you be? Shinigami?" Amparo asked.

"...such a stupid question." Ryuka muttered, raising his eyes to gaze at the Arrancar evenly. "I am who I am. But you..." His hand slowly reached for his Zanpakuto. "...will be nothing but the sand that caresses this horrid place."

Amparo sighed. "As hard as this may be to believe I am not in a fighting mood. Besides it's rude to fight without knowing your opponents name."

But the Injiki remained silent, eyes focused, and his knees bending into a running stance. It was clear that the Arrancar was not putting up his guard for anything. The first move he would make would have to be a devastating one, in order to make his opponent understand his intentions. "If you refuse to fight..."

WHOOSH!

Then, he re-appeared in a standing position, his sword in a backhand position. A geyser of blood spewed in the direction of the black sky, as Amparo's right arm fell off in a heap on the ground.

"...then you'll be cut down without any resistance."

But Arrancar's figure shuddered and turned to dust.

"If you wish to fight so much, then I will be more than glad to oblige." The real Arrancar muttered appearing at the Shinigami's side, drawing his sword. "It seems Kurosaki has better fighting etiquette than you do."

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Switching his sword hand, Ryuka pointed his blade opposite of the way Amparo pointed his blade, ignoring the girl that slept so soundly beside them both. "I don't have to show etiquette to Hollow trash like you..." He said grimly.

"Racist?"

"Hmph. By the way you talk, it seems like you and him are one and the same."

"Who?"

A chuckle escaped the Shinigami's lips. "The one you were humiliated by... the one I brought to his knees. It's such a shame, though. I would've thought you would be at least his equal by now. Isn't that how rivalry goes?"

"I see. You are referring to Kurosaki." Amparo replied. "I'll bet you either got lucky or have an unfair advantage."

"War isn't meant to be fun, kid. Nor is it meant to be fair..." The Injiki stated. "It only brings death and bloodshed to those who are weak, and replenishes those who are strong. That is one of the many codes of battle, Arrancar. If you want to live, let instinct be your guide, and cut me down!"

Without hesitation, he turned around, raising his sword and swinging it for a diagonal strike.

Amparo blocked it and skidded back. He fired a cero from his hands.

Slightly pleased by his strength, Ryuka leaped over it, continuing to close the gap quickly between himself and his opponent. Then, with the same strength he had used before, he attacked, swinging and picking off Amparo's guard bit by bit.

Amparo fired a Bala with one hand that hit his quarry in the stomach, while controlling his sword in the other.

In turn, Ryuka skidded back, holding his stomach but glaring straight at the Arrancar. "Guess head-on attacks won't work this time." He thought, lowering his sword blade for a moment. Then, he lifted his free hand to point one of his fingers at Amparo.

"What are you going to do Shinigami? I am already bored and I have a to-do list."

In the next second, a tornado-like blast erupted from his hands. Due to the fact that he didn't call out the spell name, it was an unexpected attack on his opponent's part, slamming into the front of his body with both the force of natural wind, and his own spiritual pressure.

"Shit!" Amparo muttered beginning trying to push it off it. "Impossible!"

Eventually, the pressure swept him off of his feet and into the air, forcing him to meet head-on with one of the ancient pillars nearby. Ryuka lowered his hand, letting himself stand straight. "Now, do you get it, Arrancar?" He asked. "There is no luck involved in victory...there is only your mind, intelligence, and the will to survive. I will make you taste what you dread most.."

His feet began to walk forward once more.

"...oblivion."

Amparo got up and his clothes were slightly shredded. "Impressive. Even using both my hands I couldn't stop it. I'm quite surprised."

"A result of what happens when you don't take your opponent seriously."

"I guess that's it for you." Amparo muttered. Amparo vanished with Sonido to get behind Injiki and slashed his back.

Before the attack could be executed, Ryuka's free hand managed to reach out behind him and intercept the blade from his back. "You're not surprising me much here..." He said idly. "Your movements..."

With a pulling and himself crouching, he lifted his captive up and threw him onto the ground, grip still firm on his wrist.

"...are the exactly the same as his!"

His sword hand raised itself, swinging the blade point down to his chest.