The Story of The First Hollow In Existence

Chapter 2: The Espada

Hueco Mundo, a land where despair is the only constant. It's a place of uncertainty, where powerful anomalies and abnormally strong Hollows roam freely. In this forsaken realm, there are those known as the "Leaders." Though they don't claim the title, their strength far surpasses that of any other Hollow, and the others instinctively follow.

That's what Spring told himself as he walked through the endless expanse of Hueco Mundo, his thoughts echoing in the barren silence. He followed the voice, drawn toward the immense spiritual energy he sensed ahead. But as he moved closer, he realized it wasn't just one presence, or two. There were many. Some weaker, some stronger, but all of them powerful in their own right. Strong enemies awaited him.

 Spring: "Spring? Is this my name? A name... something so meaningless, yet so essential. Without it, what am I? Without a name, I'm no one..."

Spring continued walking until he came across a group of Hollows. At first, they seemed unimportant, just another collection of creatures in the endless wasteland. He turned to leave, but something made him stop and look back. The Hollows were fighting, tearing into one another. But the way they fought... it wasn't like before. They moved like animals, no strategy, no thought. Pure, primal instinct.

He watched in silence as the battle unfolded. One Hollow emerged victorious, devouring the bodies of the fallen before wandering off into the desolate landscape. Spring was speechless. Where were the Hollows with purpose? Where were the ones who fought to evolve, who knew what they wanted? These creatures were nothing more than mindless beasts, driven solely by hunger.

Something was wrong.

Spring's gaze shifted across the different Hollows, from the lowly Fishbone to the towering Menos Grande, and they were all the same: mindless, instinct-driven monsters. This wasn't how it used to be. When he was still a Hollow, before his evolution into a Vasto Lorde and the endless years trapped in the void, Hollows were smarter. They had ambition, they understood the need to evolve. Now, all he saw were shells of what they once were.

Something had changed, and it infuriated him. Spring couldn't just walk away from this. He needed answers, who did this, and why? And more importantly, what had become of Hueco Mundo?

Spring: "This is pathetic. Back then, Hollows had a purpose. They knew they had to evolve, to grow stronger through their own will. But this? This is nothing more than luck. Survival based on chance. Power comes from hard work, not just being lucky."

Frustration burned within him. Without hesitation, Spring unleashed a massive wave of spiritual energy, eradicating all the Hollows around him in an instant. He watched their lifeless bodies fall, muttering under his breath.

 Spring: "Inferior beings..."

Without another glance, he continued his walk, his irritation only fueling his desire for answers. 

While lost in his thoughts, Spring suddenly heard a voice behind him. He quickly turned, a Cero already forming in his hand, ready to defend himself. But to his surprise, standing before him was an Adjuchas.

???: "Arrancar... please, don't kill me..."

Spring paused, surprised that the Adjuchas had spoken to him at all.

Spring: "You can talk?"

???: "Yes... please, don't kill me..."

Lowering his hand slightly, Spring decided to give the Adjuchas a chance.

Spring: "So, you're not mindless like the others?"

???: "I used to be, but we Adjuchas... we have a mind. We have a purpose."