"Aizen-sama," Tosen said. "Why not allow Ben to battle some of the other Privaron Espada?"
Aizen smiled. "That would be a perfect idea. Since Ben has already battled Dordonii, I will select new opponents for Ben. Gin, send for Cirucci Sanderwicci and Gantenbainne Mosqueada."
Gin nodded. "Of course," he said in an eerily cheerful tone that gave Ben the willies
"So," Ben decided to start a conversation. "What's the difference between Espada and Privaron Espada?"
"I can explain, young Ben," Tosen said. "Privaron Espada are those who used to be Espada, but were demoted for various reasons. When an Espada is demoted, they receive a three digit number and are replaced by a new Arrancar."
"By the way," Ben said. "What exactly is an Arrancar anyway?"
These above all things caught Aizen's interest. Ben had no idea about Hueco Mundo, Las Noches, Arrancar, and it was safe to assume that he didn't have any idea what Hollows were. And yet, Ben had that strange device on his wrist with untold power. Aizen contemplated how he could use that power in his plan.
At that moment, Gin came back with two other people. One was a young woman with purplish hair tied in bundled pig tails. She wore a puffy looking dress with wings at the back that made Ben think of a butterfly. In her hands was a strange weapon that looked like a giant yo-yo attached to a sword handle. The other was an African American man wearing a big orange afro and a white outfit that made Disco come to Ben's mind.
"Aizen-sama," the woman said. "Who is this little kid?"
"Little kid?" Ben asked, offended.
"Calm yourself, Ben," Aizen said to him. Then he turned his attention to the woman. "Cirucci, this is Ben Tennyson. The one who gave Dordonii such a hard time."
Both Cirucci and the man's eyes widened in shock. They looked at Ben before looking at Aizen.
"Aizen-sama," the man said. "Are you sure this is not some kind of joke?"
Ben frowned at the man's words.
"It is no joke, Gantenbainne," Aizen replied. "This boy managed to defeat Runuganga, battle Dordonii and hold his own against Yammy."
Both Gantenbainne and Cirucci stared at Ben. They briefly looked at Yammy, who's ticked off face confirmed Aizen's words.
"There is more to young Ben than meets the eye," he said. "And I would like to see what he is capable of."
This got Cirucci and Gantenbainne's attention. So Aizen was using them just to test out this kid?
"I'll go," Cirucci said in a huff. She didn't like what Aizen was using them for, so she was gonna make sure that this Ben Tennyson wouldn't be able to lift a pinky.
Ben, on the other hand, was considering his options. Appearance wise, Cirucci didn't look all that intimidating. But he had learned from his battle with Dordonii that appearances didn't mean anything here.
"So?" Ben asked. "Where are you going to fight?"
Aizen smiled. "I believe this room is big enough."
Sure was. But Ben was surprised that they were going to fight with everyone else here.
"You may begin when you're ready," Aizen told the two combatants.
Cirucci grinned. "I'm ready now!" she cried, swinging her sword.
Ben barely had time to think as the giant yo-yo shot at him. He managed to dodge it as it crashed and made a hole in the wall. Seeing that, he activated the Ultimatrix and switched to Jet Ray. The form had helped him against one Privaron Espada. No harm in trying it with another one. He slammed the dial down.
"Bad Jet Ray!" he yelled after transforming.
Needless to say, Cirucci's eyes bugged out when she saw what happened. "What the…" she started to say.
That's all she got out when Jet Ray fired neuroshock beams out of his eyes, striking Cirucci right in the stomach. The blasts knocked her off feet and she crashed into the ground.
"What's going on here?" Gantenbainne asked, rubbing his eyes several times to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.
"Young Ben has the power to take the form of various creatures," Aizen explained.
"Marvelous," Szayel said while licking his eyes. A sick look in his eyes. "Simply marvelous."
The other Espada gave Szayel looks of disgust and contempt.
Cirucci got back up and glared at Jet Ray with pure hate.
"Alright you freak!" she yelled to him. "I'll teach you to mess with me!"
She raised her sword. "Rip off! Golondrina!"
Jet Ray's eyes were huge as he saw gigantic wings sprout out of Cirucci's back. The feathers were black and had a crescent shape. She now had some kind of headdress on that was beak-like with a feathery mane. It covered most of her body. Her arms became claw-like and Jet Ray could see a tail swishing behind her.
"Sheesh," Jet Ray said. "And I thought Dordonii was weird."
Shrieking like a banshee, Cirucci flew at Jet Ray. Jet Ray flew into the air and fired his neuroshock beams again. But this time, Cirucci shielded herself with her wings. The lasers struck her wings but not even a scratch was on them.
"This is bad," Jet Ray observed.
Cirucci unfolded her wings and gave Ben a sadistic smile.
"Yes, you little creep," she said. "This is very bad."
Jet Ray was about to attack again, but his plans were delayed when suddenly the feathers on Cirucci's wings came off and flew at him. Jet Ray managed to dodge the attack, but he looked behind and saw that they had managed to slice through one of the pillars in the room like it was nothing.
"Oh man," Jet Ray said. "If I let even one of those things hit me, I'm dead." Then an idea came to him. "So I won't."
The other Espada heard him. Szayel's eyes lit up in excitement.
"Yes, Ben," he said in a low voice. "Do it."
Jet Ray touched the Ultimatrix and transformed. This time he had become a form that looked like a humanoid moth with a black and blue colored body with white spots. Its eyes were bulbous and green. Overall, he had a rather spooky appearance.
"Bad Big Chill," he whispered in an eerie voice.
Cirucci was not impressed despite the transformation.
"So you just look different," she said. "As if that's gonna help you."
She fired her wings again. She knew that this guy "Bad Big Chill" as he called himself would just dodge it. But she loved watching her prey struggle.
But rather than dodge out of the way, Big Chill merely floated there with his arms folded. Cirucci stared. Was this new form stupid or something? She shrugged as she saw the feathers flew at him.
But rather than cut up Big Chill like they should have, Cirucci saw her feathers go right through him. As if he was just a mere mist! Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
Above her, Big Chill gave her a spooky grin.
"What's the matter?" he asked in that creepy voice. "Didn't expect that?"
Big Chill took a deep breath, and fired an icy mist right at Cirucci. Cirucci had been too speechless to move so there was nothing she could do as the icy blast struck her. Ice began to form and encase her body.
"Take a chill pill," Big Chill said to her, then chuckled at his own pun.
Cirucci snarled. This guy was making a fool out of her. Now he was definitely going to pay.
"That is enough," Aizen said suddenly.
Everyone turned to look at Aizen, who was eyeing Big Chill with great interest.
"I have seen enough of this battle," Aizen explained while still looking at Ben. "If I allowed this to go any further, I would lose one of my soldiers and my new friend."
Ben didn't feel comfortable with Ben calling him friend. And Cirucci was a soldier? A soldier for what?
But Aizen continued. "Those were two impressive forms, Ben. Your first form. Bad Jet Ray seems to favor skill in flight and speed. Due to his appearance, I assume that he has underwater capabilities?"
"Yes," Big Chill replied. "I can use him in the air and underwater."
Aizen nodded his approval. "A very useful form. Now to discuss your current form. I believe you called it 'Bad Big Chill'?"
Big Chill nodded.
"This form is definitely a prize," Szayel said while looking at Big Chill with an almost hungry look. "Intangibility and ice powers. It's an excellent combination."
"Very sneaky of you, kid," Gin said with that smile. "If you had used that in the beginning, I bet even Yammy over here wouldn't have stood a chance."
It took a moment for the comment to register in Yammy's brain. "Hold on a minute," he said. "Are you telling me that you think the kid was going easy on me?"
Gin turned his head at Yammy. If it was even possible, his smile had gotten wider. "That's exactly what I'm saying Yammy."
Yammy's hands balled into fists. His face screamed bloody murder as he looked at Big Chill, who was simply floating in the air as he waited for something to happen.
Just you wait, punk. Yammy told himself. I'm gonna get you good.
His attention was drawn when Aizen spoke again.