I Died and Became a Hollow, But I Get Stronger by Being an Idiot Chapter 69: The Name Problem — Riding Aizen Like a Rocket to

The desert night stretched on, endless and dark, but I had no ti to admire it.

I was perched on Aizen's back — yeah, that's right, the three-ter-tall dog acting way cooler than he really is — and he was sprinting like his life depended on it. Which, honestly, maybe it did.

"Woof! Woof!" Aizen barked, ears pinned back, legs pumping hard.

I gripped his fur, trying not to fall off this weird dog-ride as he barreled across Hueco Mundo. My six-ter-tall Adjuchas fra made riding awkward, but hey, he was the fastest thing around.

Why the rush?

Because I just rembered sothing huge.

After that female Vasto Lorde asked my na — my actual na — I realized sothing.

I don't have one.

Sure, everyone calls stupid things: "Giant Gillian," "The Idiot Adjuchas," "The Roaring Mountain of No Sense." Nicknas, sure. But no real na.

I want a na that's cool. Sothing like Kenpachi, Yamamoto, or Ichibei. Nas that echo through the ages and make even the toughest hollows shake in their masks.

But the problem is…

I only speak guttural roars.

Like, this is my main communication thod: a growl here, a low "grr," a loud "GRAAAH."

No words. No sentences. Just pure guttural noise.

Aizen, my so-called companion, can't translate my roars for anyone except — and even then, I'm not sure he really understands. He just woofs and acts cool, like the world's most confused but loyal dog.

So when I want to talk serious stuff — like naming myself — I need Baraggan.

Baraggan's our translator. The only one who can decode my guttural roar into sothing aningful.

As Aizen's paws thundered over the rocky sand, I let out a long, low rumble, hoping Baraggan would get the gist once we reached him.

Baraggan, always arrogant as ever, greeted when we burst into his castle — still skeletal, still regal, still making feel like a kid showing up to a king's throne room wearing sandals and a bathrobe.

He looked down at with that trademark half-skeleton grin.

"Your roar sounds urgent. What nonsense drags you here this ti?"

I grunted, a guttural "GRRR-AAH!" — "Na problem."

Baraggan raised a bony eyebrow. "You want a na? You're not even a Vasto Lorde yet. You cannot claim a na until then."

I stared at him, jaw slack.

"What? You an all this ti, no na because I'm not Vasto Lorde yet?"

He nodded slowly, his hollow crown glinting in the dim light.

"Your position… your true power… only when you ascend fully to Vasto Lorde will you earn a na that matters."

I growled in frustration.

"GRRRAAAH! No na? But I want cool na like Kenpachi or Ichibei! I want everyone to fear !"

Baraggan snorted, "Fear is earned, not given. Keep your roars loud and your stupidity higher, and maybe soday you'll deserve one."

anwhile, Aizen just sat by the throne, wagging his tail, occasionally letting out a confused woof like he was wondering why we're wasting ti talking about nas instead of food.

I turned to him and gave a guttural growl.

Baraggan translated: "He says you should shut up and stop barking."

Aizen barked back.

I sighed, realizing the na battle was far from over.

Still, I felt a strange hope — like maybe, just maybe, after becoming a Vasto Lorde, I'd finally get a na to match the chaos I bring.

Until then, I guess I'll just be "the idiot six-ter-tall Adjuchas who rides a dog and roars at god-king."

And hey, that's kind of cool... right?

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