The man who always boasted of his prowess felt a pang of fear upon witnessing the Fourth Division's fighting style.
Fighting like this, these soldiers would surely perish in the Hollow horde.
Kyōraku Callum smiled. "It's alright. The real show is just beginning!"
The Eleventh Division had fought for over ten minutes, sustaining only minor injuries.
Their spiritual pressure consumption was within acceptable limits.
Furthermore, the Twelfth Division had provided ample spiritual pressure restorative potions before their departure, capable of rapidly replenishing spiritual pressure.
While there were side effects preventing continuous use, they were still excellent supplies.
Kyōraku Callum didn't worry. He remembered Urahara Kisuke had even better restorative medicine—besides replenishing spiritual pressure, it could also repair the body.
Unfortunately, he hadn't had time to acquire any from the World of the Living; the mission had been too rushed.
The Fourth Division's addition significantly eased the pressure on the Eleventh Division. Their near-frenzied fighting style was incredibly inspiring.
The observing Adjuchas noticed something amiss.
"Hmph, the Gillians are being replenished slower than these Shinigami are killing them?" one hissed.
"They must be elite Shinigami forces from Soul Society; otherwise, they wouldn't possess such overwhelming combat strength."
"We can't let them continue. We need to join the fight. Change formation!"
Hanatarō Yamada, his face covered in blood, was a far cry from his previously timid and introverted self.
Multiple wounds left him battered and bruised, seemingly on the verge of collapse, as if he could fall prey to the Hollows at any moment.
Following his command, the Fourth Division members shifted their positions.
Those with lighter injuries took the front lines, absorbing the Hollows' attacks.
"What are they doing?" Madarame Ikkaku was completely baffled.
Kyōraku Callum smiled, pleased. "The unique Fourth Division combat style I created. You'll see soon enough."
Several Shinigami, led by Hanatarō Yamada, raised their left hands, softly chanting: "Large-scale Kidō Barrier!"
A bright green light erupted, enveloping all the Shinigami, including the Eleventh Division members, in a protective barrier.
"Impossible?!" Yumichika Ayasegawa's reaction was even more dramatic than Madarame Ikkaku's.
He stared, wide-eyed, in disbelief. "Using Kidō in combat?
The Fourth Division's Kidō mastery has reached such heights?"
As one of the few Eleventh Division seated officers who understood Kidō, Yumichika Ayasegawa knew better than anyone the difficulty of achieving this.
This was why he couldn't remain calm.
The Kidō light faded, restoring all the Shinigami to peak condition.
The replenished spiritual pressure made them feel capable of fighting for days.
Hanatarō Yamada and several other Shinigami took out spiritual pressure restorative potions and, under the protection of their teammates, injected them into their arms.
In an instant, their spiritual pressure was restored, and the battle continued!
Finally, the Adjuchas could no longer restrain themselves, leaping from the quartz trees to join the fray.
Madarame Ikkaku, wielding his Hōzukimaru, excitedly engaged the new enemies.
Kyōraku Callum, however, remained at the edge, his deep gaze fixed on the dark forest.
"Your teammates are fighting valiantly," a voice boomed from the darkness. A tall figure emerged before Kyōraku Callum.
"Why don't you join them?"
A circular collar adorned his tall, slender frame.
A menacing face, partially obscured by an eyepatch, and a bizarre, oversized scythe-like Zanpakutō rested on his shoulder.
The fifth Espada, Nnoitra Gilga, smirked, his gaze fixed on Kyōraku Callum.
His voice was low and menacing.
"Hm?"
"Shinigami!"
Nnoitra Gilga.
A symbol of despair among the Espada, his name signifying battle without reason.
Once described by Nelliel as an irrational beast unworthy of the title of warrior.
Driven purely by instinct, he fought relentlessly, growing stronger through battle, yearning to die by the hand of a true strong opponent.
He was the strongest enemy Kyōraku Callum had encountered so far.
"He let you out.
He thinks highly of me, doesn't he?" Kyōraku Callum said with a hint of sarcasm, showing no respect for his opponent.
Nnoitra paused, then opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth. "I don't understand what you're saying, Shinigami." He tossed his Zanpakutō to the ground, the sharp crescent blade sinking into the earth, connected to him by chains.
"I only know you're my target.
I hope you can satisfy my thirst for battle, hahaha!"
A manic laugh erupted from him.
"Nelliel, you and Dondochakka should move away." Kyōraku Callum carefully placed Nelliel on the ground, only to find her small hand clutching his sleeve.
"Ca-Callum, please don't fight," she pleaded, her innocent eyes welling up.
"It's alright," Kyōraku Callum patted her head. "This big mantis can't beat me. This time, I'll avenge you."
Nnoitra's exposed eye widened. "So you brought them here! Nelliel!"
Nelliel trembled at Nnoitra's call.
"Shut up, you waste," Kyōraku Callum said, pulling Nelliel back into his arms. "You're nothing but a trash who wins by ambushing. Besides barking like a dog, what else can you do?"
"Dondochakka!"
At Kyōraku Callum's words, Dondochakka ran to him. "Protect Nelliel. Leave this guy to me."
The playful expression had vanished from Dondochakka's face, replaced by grim determination. He'd sensed something from the conversation—this Shinigami knew many secrets.
While resigned, he had to place his hope in him.
With their current strength, they couldn't possibly stand against Nnoitra.
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