Harribel was lost in mories of Masatsuki Aozaki, her thoughts surging like waves.
Suddenly, Senran's voice pulled her back to reality, her clear eyes filled with confusion.
Senran let out a soft sigh, patted Harribel on the shoulder, and gently reassured her,
"It's okay, take your ti getting used to it. My sister... isn't exactly normal."
As if recalling so unpleasant mories, Senran's expression twisted in pain, and she clenched her teeth in frustration.
She then began to pour out her grievances to Harribel, complaining about how Masatsuki Aozaki and Banshō always ganged up on her and bullied her.
Surprisingly, Harribel, who was usually reserved, had now taken on the role of a kind and understanding older sister.
She listened patiently, offering gentle comfort to Senran's wounded heart.
anwhile, Ulquiorra stood off to the side, completely ignored.
He remained motionless, his gaze empty, as if nothing in this world concerned him.
The sudden shift in the atmosphere caught him off guard, leaving his usually rational mind in disarray.
Staring at these three won who had inexplicably grown close, Ulquiorra found himself utterly baffled.
He couldn't understand how things had escalated to this point, so he simply stopped paying attention and instead turned his thoughts to sothing far more important—
the aning of emptiness.
...
Looking at the four troubleso "problem children" before him, Masatsuki Aozaki let out a long, exasperated sigh.
Shaking his head, he rubbed his temples before speaking with a wry smile,
"It's getting late. If this drags on any longer, I'm going to run out of patience."
"Alright, alright, enough chit-chat. Let's get this fight started!"
After the brief exchange, Banshō clapped her hands lightly before grabbing Senran and leaping backward.
At the sa ti, her previously bright and playful smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp and battle-hardened intensity—an aura reminiscent of Masatsuki himself in combat.
Masatsuki Aozaki watched her quietly, a faint trace of admiration flickering in his eyes.
He understood exactly what Banshō was trying to do, which was why he hadn't interrupted their conversation earlier.
The bond between the three won had been steadily growing, and with it ca a natural sense of trust and understanding.
Now, it was ti to stop wasting ti.
The atmosphere on the battlefield grew tense in an instant.
The four of them took their positions, forming two opposing sides.
Their gazes sharpened, each prepared to launch a decisive strike at any mont.
Banshō let out a small sigh, her voice deliberately lowered as she spoke,
"My sister and I have a combat power of 10,000, while yours isn't even 1,000. You two should just surrender while you still can."
...
Are you kidding ? Combat power? What is this, Dragon Ball?!
What's next, shooting energy blasts from your hands?
This is the world of Bleach—can you at least show so respect for Reiatsu?!
Masatsuki Aozaki's eye twitched violently.
A sudden impulse surged through him—he wanted nothing more than to grab this mischievous woman, throw her over his lap, and give her a good spanking!
As if sensing his sharp gaze, Banshō instinctively reached back and touched her own rear.
"Will Masatsuki hit ...?"
Banshō muttered to herself with a hint of anticipation, but before she could dwell on it, Harribel had already launched her attack.
Puff, puff, puff!
With the distinct sound of Sonído echoing through the air, Harribel, wielding her massive sword, charged forward like a storm.
As the distance between them shrank to less than two ters, she suddenly leaped into the air.
Her greatsword carried an unstoppable force, cleaving down toward Banshō from above!
Too slow!
Banshō thought to herself, her eyes fixed on the descending blade, a slight glimr in her gaze.
Under her sharp perception, the trajectory of Harribel's sword beca painfully clear.
There was no mystery behind this—only the sheer gap in their Reiatsu.
Although their Reiatsu didn't increase when they activated their Zanpakutō, their baseline was always in sync with Masatsuki Aozaki.
In other words, when they used Resurrección, their Reiatsu rivaled the strength of a Bankai!
Such overwhelming Reiatsu was far beyond what Harribel and Ulquiorra could contend with!
Banshō took a half step back before swiftly sidestepping.
Boom!
A thunderous crash followed as the greatsword struck the ground, carving a deep fissure several ters long while sending dust flying into the air.
Harribel's pupils contracted in shock, her expression filled with disbelief.
"She dodged it!?"
"And so effortlessly!"
"Did she just read the trajectory of the slash!?"
"She's ridiculously strong!!"
The surrounding Arrancars gasped in astonishnt.
Watching this unfold, they couldn't believe their eyes.
What they had expected to be a fierce clash was now looking like a one-sided battle completely under Banshō's control.
"Don't feel bad. Even though you're in Resurrección, my base stats are synchronized with Masatsuki-chan!"
Banshō playfully winked before suddenly swinging her right leg like a whip, aiming straight for Harribel's stomach.
Harribel froze for an instant.
After spending so much ti around Masatsuki Aozaki, she had learned many things she had never encountered before.
And now, she quickly understood the term "base stats"—it must refer to fundantal abilities like Reiatsu.
But before she could react, Banshō's powerful kick struck her squarely, sending her body hurtling backward.
Almost simultaneously, Banshō's figure flickered like a ghost, giving Harribel no ti to recover.
Closing the distance instantly, Banshō raised her massive sword.
Water seeped from the shark-fin-patterned blade, rapidly forming a massive tidal wave that surged forward, completely engulfing Harribel.
Harribel adjusted her posture midair, landing firmly on the ground and skidding back, leaving deep grooves in the dirt.
She imdiately raised her sword defensively across her chest.
"Cero!"
Golden Reiatsu surged around her blade as she swung, unleashing a wide, fan-shaped Cero that clashed head-on with the incoming wave...
Only for the wave to crush through it effortlessly!
...
On the other side, Senran and Ulquiorra had already exchanged several blows.
Ulquiorra looked sowhat disheveled, clearly at a disadvantage.
His green energy blade was raised defensively, his eyes narrowing as he shot forward like a cannonball.
But his attack was aningless.
Senran effortlessly sidestepped his strike.
As they passed each other in an instant, Senran suddenly tightened her grip on her energy sword and swung.
Sizzle!!
The two green Reishi blades clashed—only for Ulquiorra's weapon to shatter under the force.
With nothing left to block her strike, Senran's blade continued its downward arc.
A deep gash was instantly carved across Ulquiorra's chest, sending blood spraying into the air.
...
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