In Soul Society, love and bond begin

It would have been fine if I hadn't made a move, but once I did, I found that this guy's body was frighteningly hard.

It was clearly the "Captain-level Reiatsu" that even Fujimiya Makoto praised, and his slashing skills were not inferior to those of ordinary high-ranking officers, or even vice-captains.

However, when his blade fell on the monster, it was as slow and difficult as a knife cutting through cowhide.

Even if he used all his strength, he could only leave a mark less than two meters long on Frankenstein's "back hand".

For Aizen Sosuke, who has been a genius since childhood, this result is simply unacceptable.

Not only that, this guy's spiritual pressure is also terrifyingly strong.

Aizen raised his head and looked at the deformed monster in the distance that was still groping at his body like swatting a fly. Cold sweat couldn't stop sliding down the side of his forehead.

He just tried the hypnosis of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, but it was broken instantly by the other party just at the beginning.

The whole process probably only takes about five or six seconds.

At this moment, young Aizen Sosuke understood for the first time in his life the limitations of his own abilities.

“If my Shikai was a fire-type like the Captain-General’s…”

Probably because I can’t accept my own powerlessness.

He couldn't stop thinking about this.

"Aizen! Get out of the way!"

But, it was just a brief pause.

A fiery and swift virtual bullet suddenly shot out from a distance.

Almost at the same moment I heard this sound.

Before Sosuke could react, the broad figure appeared before him, like a dark flash of lightning, picking him up without any explanation and sweeping him across the ground.

"boom!"

The next moment, the place where Aizen had just stood suddenly turned into a spreading pit, and the red flowing fireworks broke apart at the center of the explosion point like a scar.

He himself was floating in the air, only two or three meters away from the edge of the pit.

Shocked.

"hold head high--"

As if dissatisfied with the previous blow, Frankenstein's low hum became longer and more suppressed.

Kuryashiki Ryoma seemed to be slightly relieved and put little Aizen aside.

He had no time to offer any psychological counseling to the new recruit. He simply stared at the nearly unkillable monster in front of him, pursing his lips tightly.

Ukitake Jushiro and several other team members jumped into the air again, using ghost tactics and slashing to attract its attention, giving them a chance to catch their breath.

In this short period of time, Kuryashiki Ryoma seemed to have finally figured something out and let out a long sigh.

"Sosuke."

"exist!"

Even though he was a new recruit on the battlefield, Aizen Sosuke was well aware that Shinigami must obey orders from their superiors, and he answered without the slightest hesitation.

Kuryashiki Ryoma's voice was much more relaxed. He scratched his messy long hair with his big hands, which even had hair growing between his fingers, and said with a sense of helplessness:

"Withdraw from the battlefield."

"what?!"

Almost subconsciously, Aizen, who was supposed to follow orders, raised a somewhat confused question.

"I order you to notify Ukitake's third seat and below to withdraw from the battlefield immediately."

As if realizing the irrationality of his order, Kuryashiki Ryoma immediately switched to a superior's tone and repeated his previous meaning in an almost stiff tone.

"Withdraw from... Sanlingli, no! Preferably Wulingli."

Kuriyashiki Ryoma's expression was very resolute, and he seemed to have no awareness that he was asking his subordinates to desert.

Even now, after the reform, the Gotei 13 have only one punishment for deserting the battlefield without permission - death penalty.

"..."

"Vice-Captain Kuriyashiki."

After seeming to hesitate for a moment, Aizen Sosuke used a rather tactful tone to try to explain to him the consequences of doing so:

"No matter how good your relationship is, that Fujimiya Makoto guy... will definitely kill you."

"Don't worry."

Instead, Kuryashiki Ryoma let out a long breath and smiled at him proudly: "Before I can release my Bankai, retreating this distance is a necessary preparation."

Hearing this, Aizen hesitated again.

There really is no logic to things like Bankai.

After a long pause, he raised his head again:

"Yes!"

Kuryashiki Ryoma put all the Karaku Corridors back into the scabbard, placed his hand on the hilt, and stared at the mountain-like monster in front of him.

After Aizen left, he heard him mutter to himself:

"Should I be able to eat it?"

After a while, when Aizen walked around the battlefield and explained the following tactics, Ryoma saw Ukitake looking in his direction from afar, and then quickly led the rest of the team away.

Frankenstein seemed to be confused for a while after suddenly losing the little bugs that attracted his attention. He kept twisting his neck to look for the bugs that had cut him and run away before, as if he was ready to shoot a flash at any time.

It was not until a long time later that Kuryashiki Ryoma was spotted standing motionless in the distance.

The terrifying huge mouth suddenly opened into a ferocious arc.

"boom!"

A flash shot out.

Ryoma held the blade in front of him.

Suddenly, a stream of red and black light split into two sides along the edge of the blade and was easily cut off.

Before the flash of light passed, the giant beast like a mountain had already opened its huge mouth and leaned forward as if it wanted to stuff the insect in front of it into its mouth and chew it into pieces.

Just this seemingly clumsy movement set off a hurricane as fierce as a knife, and a body that was big enough made it impossible to avoid it.

Kuryashiki Ryoma looked at this scene, the dark throat was right in front of him.

A malicious smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"You think you can eat me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and spiritual pressure, even wilder than his weed-like hair, gushed out from the deepest part of his body as if endlessly.

All of it gathered on the Zanpakutō in his hand.

He held the knife in his right hand and moved forward, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, as if he was completely unable to control the throbbing from the deepest part of his soul.

The throbbing of swallowing.

"Swastika!"

"Hungry Ghost Realm, Hungry Hell!"

The moment these words faded away, the spiritual pressure that had been rushing towards the sky like a waterfall suddenly dissipated.

Disappeared out of thin air in the center of this endless underground desert.

But the next moment.

Even Frankenstein, who was still slowly lunging forward, could clearly feel the ground shaking beneath his feet.

It couldn't help but stop falling forward, but it still kept its mouth wide open and looked around blankly.

At first, I didn't notice anything unusual.

But gradually, it suddenly discovered that the 'sky' that was originally illuminated by the luminous moss suddenly reflected two extremely dark shadows.

The sand beneath me seemed to move, surging downward like flowing water, and I couldn't stop being attracted.

At first it could barely stand, but after a while, it found that the ground beneath its feet was also tilting, and it began to lose its balance.

"hold head high--"

It let out that low whine again, and its deformed arms kept reaching out in all directions, trying to find a piece of soil on which to stand in the flowing desert.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the sand flow was getting faster and faster.

Until, even it itself seemed to be attracted and falling into some invisible abyss!

It raised its head and just saw the tiny insect-like Grim Reaper standing in the center of its sight.

If you look down from above.

You can see a huge abyss mouth that closes in from both sides like a shell, rolling up the white desert, digging up the roots of countless pale giant trees, and covering all the soil within a radius of several spirit miles. Frankenstein, who is as huge as a mountain but still tiny in front of this huge mouth, is completely enveloped in the center and swallowed up bit by bit into the deepest darkness.

Like a quicksand trap, slow and deadly.

Kuryashiki Ryoma looked down at it with a cold expression.

Until the huge mouth closed completely.

A blank space suddenly appeared in the center of the originally 'lush' Daxu Forest.

He looked at the monster that was swallowed by this Bankai and couldn't help but hold his forehead with a headache.

"Now, I won't be able to use my Shikai for at least half a year, right?"

"It's really killing me."

......

On the other side, Xuye Palace.

"Fuck!"

Bylergan, who was wielding a pitch-black giant axe, was surrounded by pitch-black mist, and his skeleton was wrapped in a tattered purple-black robe, which fluttered down from mid-air.

"Crash."

With the sound of chains, the giant axe was put under Bylergan's robe.

Surrounded by the admiring or fearful gazes of the Achucas, Bylergan turned around nonchalantly.

"Boom——"

The other Frankenstein, as huge as a mountain, also fell in the middle of the desert, raising large clouds of dust.

Having watched the entire battle, Nnoitra stared blankly with his single eye wide open, staring in disbelief at the giant corpse lying in the dust, half of which had been "corroded".

No, rather than 'corrosion', it would be more appropriate to say 'decay'.

It seemed as if the intact body had gone through the entire process of dehydration, drying up, and then shattering into bones in just a few seconds.

Like a naturally decaying corpse.

After wandering in Hueco Mundo for so long, this was the first time Nnoitra had seen such an abnormal ability other than Hollow Flash.

It's just like... the Zanpakutō of the Shinigami.

As he thought this, his gaze fell on Bylergan who was slowly withdrawing his hand.

It was not until this moment that he began to understand the true strength of the uncrowned king of Hueco Mundo.

'No wonder this guy can survive for tens of thousands of years...'

However, while he was trying to gauge Bylergan's strength, someone had already taken the lead and approached the King of Hueco Mundo with great courtesy, saying, "Lord Bylergan truly lives up to his title as the strongest in Hueco Mundo. He easily defeated this rude fellow."

"However, this deformity is rare after all. Please allow me to remove its mask and keep it as a souvenir."

The one who was speaking at this moment was naturally the crocodile-skinned Hollow, Glenso, who had taken Noitra to the Palace of the Night.

"can."

Bylergan seemed to have lost interest at the end of the battle and waved his hand casually, as if he was sending away a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

Glenso, on the other hand, looked extremely surprised and ran to the still decaying corpse.

However, his claws just barely managed to touch the mask of the giant corpse.