Kon and Urahara head to Hueco Mundo

Hueco Mundo, the base operation for Hollows and Arrancars, was a barren, desolate world. It consisted of nothing but an expansive desert with a few scattered settlements, marked by towering dunes, rocky plateaus, and vast expanses of sand. The sky in Hueco Mundo was always perpetually dark and cloudy, only a few glimpses of the moon was visible through the thick, swirling fog. The air is thick and dry, with a harsh wind blowing constantly. The terrain was treacherous and filled with peril, it was a harsh, unforgiving environment – in which only the strongest and most cunning Hollows could survive.

Kon really didn’t like Hueco Mundo. He was tucked inside Urahara’s cloak as the former captain battled the harsh, merciless desert wind in Hueco Mundo in an attempt to reach Las Noches. Once a basis of operation for Aizen and his team, now it was used as the throne of Tier Harribel, the ruler of Hueco Mundo.

“We’re almost there,” said Urahara to Kon, who was staying hidden underneath his cloak. “Just to remind you – Tier wouldn’t come easily,” he said, chuckling. “But don’t worry, I should be able to hold her if it’s just for a little bit.”

“Hold who, exactly?”

Urahara and Kon froze in their tracks as Harribel suddenly appeared behind them, her cold voice sending shivers down their spines. Urahara turned around to face her, a small smile on his lips as he acknowledged her presence. The dark skinned, lean-built female Arrancar stood silently, only her eyes were looking coldly at Urahara and Kon. Though she was simply standing and not utter a word, her presence oozed charisma and strength. "Ah, Tier Harribel. I must say, I'm impressed with your speed," he said, his tone light and teasing. "But you know me, I never come alone."

Harribel's eyes narrowed as she glared at him. "You must be a fool to think you can come to Hueco Mundo and not face the consequences," she hissed, her hand hovering dangerously close to her sword. "And now, you bring this pathetic creature with you?" she added, her gaze flickering towards Kon, who was still tucked underneath Urahara’s cloak. "You insult me, Urahara."

Kon cowered at the presence of Harribel, his small frame trembling with fear. "I-I'm sorry, Harribel-sama," he stammered. "I-I didn't mean to intrude. I'm just here to complete a mission."

Harribel's expression looked uninterested as she regarded the trembling Mod-Soul. "A mission, you say?" she repeated. Urahara and Kon sent sideways glance, they were beginning to think that Harribel was probably willing to listen to them, when she suddenly brought out her sword, and slashed at Urahara. The shopkeeper managed to dodge the attack, missing by a thin hair, his cloak was torn in the process.

Urahara's eyes widened at the sudden attack and he quickly unsheathed his zanpakuto, ready for battle. "You've got it all wrong, Harribel. We're not here to fight you," Urahara said calmly, trying to defuse the situation. But Harribel was not not interested in listening. She lunged at Urahara with incredible speed. Urahara managed to parry her attack, but just barely, and the **** of it sent him flying several feet back.

"You should know better than to underestimate me, Urahara," Harribel sneered, her sword crackling with energy. Urahara got back on his feet and took a defensive stance, ready for her next attack. "I never underestimate my opponents, but I will say I'm a former captain so you better bring your A game my lady" he replied coolly, his eyes darting between Harribel and Kon.

Kon, meanwhile, was frantically trying find an opening to possess Harribel, but her spiritual pressure was too strong and she is too dangerous to approach outright. He knew he had to bide his time and wait for an opening. "Hang in there, Urahara-san, don't let this bitch get to you!" Kon called out, trying to distract Harribel.

"What did you call me?!?" Harribel said.

Harribel's attention shifted to Kon, giving Urahara a chance to strike. He lunged at her with lightning-fast speed. Harribel barely had time to react, but managed to block his attack with her own sword.

This one is strong, he is dangerous. Harribel thought.

She had a feeling that this goofy looking man is holding back somehow.

The **** of the clash sent shockwaves throughout the area, and a huge cloud of dust and debris kicked up around them. Urahara and Harribel continued to exchange blows, each one trying to gain the upper hand. Kon watched from the sidelines, his heart pounding with fear and excitement. He knew that their mission depended on his ability to possess Harribel, and he was determined not to let Urahara down.