Szayalaporro was shocked, excited, and thrilled.
"What kind of ability is this?"
He stared in disbelief.
"A Shinigami with such terrifying defense… I've never seen it before."
"What is the principle behind it? Is he a Hollow? An Arrancar? A Shinigami? Or something else?"
(T/N: he's a chinese mc cultivator, fucker.)
...
Nnoitra's arm, gripping the shattered hilt of his zanpakutō, shook uncontrollably. The strain of overexertion left his muscles torn, and even his bones seemed fractured from that strike. His thoughts spun in disbelief.
Impossible… how could this guy's defense be so strong?
The one standing before him wasn't human, but a monster. He tried to calm himself, repeating internally: steady yourself… his defense is overwhelming, avoid close combat. His offense is overwhelming as well, avoid close combat.
"Seven hundred and seven…"
In Nnoitra's eyes, despite his own monstrous form with six arms, the ordinary-looking Hideki Yuta before him was the true monster. A full-force attack hadn't even managed to cut his eyelid. His perception warped as Yuta seemed to emit a black aura as vast and suffocating as the abyss.
Yuta raised the blade in his hand with casual composure.
"They say the aspect of death you embody is despair. Do you feel it now?"
Before more could be said, something coiled tightly against him like a serpent.
--Time rewound slightly. At the edge of the battlefield, a surge of spiritual pressure burst violently from Neliel Tu Odelschwanck's body. Her reiatsu stirred the desert of spiritual particles until smoke and sand concealed her form. When the haze cleared, a mature woman was revealed.
Her figure was tall and graceful, her blue hair flowing behind her. Her features were soft yet resolute, and a rose-colored marking stretched across the bridge of her nose. Unlike Nnoitra's harsh and sharp appearance, everything about her presence carried balance and gentleness in strength. Her tattered remnants of green clothing clung to her frame, one piece over her chest and the other across her hips. The fabric was uneven, yet it only emphasized her beauty and presence. Large patches of bare skin flashed openly, her toned abdomen and defined muscles commanding attention with imposing allure.
She crouched low, her powerful legs pressing into the sand with poise akin to an antelope's, ready to strike forward at any moment.
"Super Acceleration."
The instant after speaking, Neliel launched forward with incredible speed and wrapped her arms tightly against Yuta's neck, clinging to him like a cherished companion.
"Yuta, I'm so glad you're safe!"
Yuta blinked in surprise that Neliel had released her Resurrección form. Clearly, the desperation earlier had awakened her power once again. He rubbed her head gently to calm her emotions. She sniffled, then lifted her clear eyes to him.
"How about I help you defeat him?"
Yuta shook his head with calm certainty.
"No need. Go rest nearby, Nel."
She nodded, embraced him once more, and then leapt back toward the edge of the field. With a burst of smoke, she returned to her childlike form as little Nel landed softly on the sand, her innocent demeanor returning instantly.
Meanwhile, Nnoitra's sharp eyes twitched with suppressed rage before he broke into a jagged laugh.
"Heh… heh…"
"You… you dare not take me seriously?"
His voice cracked with fury as he spoke faster.
"This contempt-I've endured it for too long. Too long!"
His mind flashed back to years past-decades, maybe centuries.
"Why must we slaughter Hollows indiscriminately? Aizen-sama only tasked us with recruiting the strongest… not killing them."
Nnoitra's tone then shifted coldly.
"What does it matter? First… Aizen-sama never forbade it. Second… if they can die by my hand, then they were never worthy of being the strongest. Third… what's the issue with killing a few hundred? Are you going to cry about it?"
His eyes lowered darkly.
"Remember, we were once weak Hollows too, and only evolved through luck. If you think I disgust you, then fight me. If you can kill me, do it."
Neliel's voice echoed coldly from the memory.
"You're childish for an Espada." She had turned away to leave.
"What did you say?" His rage spiked then, his words tearing out harsh and broken.
"Stop right there, bitch!"
The scene shifted-how much time had passed since that argument, no one could say. Nnoitra now lay sprawled on the ground, his vision blurring. At the edge of his sight, Neliel's feet rested, one firmly on the ground, the other dangling idly as she sat on a rock above him, legs crossed without effort. The subtle sway of her foot was unreachable to him, no matter how he fought to rise.
"Why did you save me?" he rasped.
Her reply was sharp. "I didn't save you. I only avoided leaving a vacancy in the Espada. You are weaker than me."
His mind snapped at the memory.
What a joke… these people… one after another, pretending to sympathize? They don't see it's nothing except trampling wounds deeper… unforgivable. Whether beast, child, weakling-it doesn't matter. The only mercy is eradication. I'll never leave an opponent the chance to rise again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
His scream tore out as he charged at Yuta in madness.
But just before he reached his target, the world inverted. Darkness swallowed his sight, then blinding white replaced it. Two frames flashed like alternating images-first Yuta was distant, a figure no larger than a grain of sand, and then in the blink of an eye he filled Nnoitra's vision completely. He had passed by without resistance, movement as clean as a dragonfly skimming a lake's surface.
"Pft-!" Blood erupted in a violent spray behind him.
Nnoitra's weapon struck into the sand point-first and remained standing, its blade directed upward toward the cold moon above-a destination he would never reach.
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