Kamen Rider Kick
Gin Ichimaru tucked his hands into his sleeves, his right hand gripping the hilt of his Zanpakuto tightly, and looked at Aizen's leisurely back.
Is it fun to create gods?
Perhaps.
But what does this have to do with me?
Staring at the retreating figure, after a moment, he released his Zanpakuto from his sleeve with his right hand, took two steps forward, and followed closely behind Aizen by half a step:
"Now I'm curious too."
"No need to rush, we'll see soon."
"It's not sweet at all, no wonder it's only half price."
Masaki Kurosaki quickly stuffed all the golden marshmallows into her mouth, but the sweetness she remembered, and even the orange flavor she had imagined, did not appear at all.
She even doubted whether what she had just eaten was actually a marshmallow.
Strangely enough, I feel warm and cozy all over right now, which is quite comfortable.
She scanned the bustling commercial street.
Finally, in front of a snack shop, he spotted Isshin Shiba and Ryūken Ishida and quickly walked over.
What are you two doing here?
Upon seeing Masaki Kurosaki, Ryūken Ishida's expression improved slightly.
He subtly gave Isshin Shiba a wink.
Just as Isshin Shiba was swept into the shop by the crowd and unable to move, Ryūken Ishida noticed something was wrong.
As a local, he comes to this commercial street from time to time.
It was immediately obvious that there was something wrong with that huge crowd—because there was no phone signal.
He just didn't know what the problem was.
Similarly, this surge of people caused him to lose his place in the Masaki Kurosaki. When separated from his companions, staying put and waiting was the right thing to do.
Ryūken Ishida took his phone out of his pocket and saw that the signal had been restored.
"Miss Masaki, try their dango, it's delicious!"
Isshin Shiba turned his head and asked the shop owner for two servings of glutinous rice balls.
He handed one of the green, pink, and white packets to Masaki Kurosaki.
"Wow, this looks delicious." Just as Masaki opened her mouth to take a bite, a clear, ethereal voice suddenly rang out from the sky.
She immediately looked up and saw a winged phantom hovering above the commercial street beneath the dark clouds.
"What's wrong?" Isshin Shiba looked up and scanned the area.
But now that he has lost his Reishi, he can't see the void at all.
Ryūken Ishida also looked up, frowning.
He wasn't actually that proactive in dealing with the situation, and with so many people around, it wasn't really feasible for him to make a move here.
Let's find a secluded place.
His pupils widened instantly as soon as he finished speaking.
The winged phantom that had been circling in the sky suddenly had only half its body remaining.
A giant hand emerged from a crack that suddenly appeared in the sky and crushed the ethereal half of the body.
The large hand rested on the edge of the crack, seemingly trying to widen it.
Even if it's only the size of a palm, it's probably over 10 meters long.
What the hell?
As Quincy, Ryūken Ishida was able to see Hollows from a young age and received formal training.
Having grown up to this point, even if he was unwilling, he has personally dealt with many falsehoods.
A normal, muscular person is under three meters tall; those who are slightly oddly shaped or tall and thin are at most five or six meters tall.
For example, that winged creature that was just hovering in the sky, including its wings, would only be about 5 meters tall.
But what hasn't yet appeared in that Garganta in the sky is something I've never seen before.
Just a finger is about ten meters long.
If the whole thing were to come out, wouldn't it be nearly a hundred meters in size?
Are you kidding me?
Wouldn't something this size cause an earthquake just by walking on it?
One stomp could kill countless people.
Seeing Ryūken Ishida's expression change drastically, and at the same time Masaki Kurosaki's eyes becoming very serious, Isshin Shiba hurriedly asked:
"Is something wrong? Why are you all so nervous?"
"Hey, Soul Reaper, I remember you used to be a captain, right? Have you ever dealt with Hollows that were over 100 meters tall?" Ryūken Ishida's tone was somewhat dry.
Because at that moment, a huge mask appeared in the crack, a white mask with a pair of blood-red eyes.
The nose in the center of the mask resembled a sharp thorn, estimated to be over twenty meters long.
The head represented by the mask is already larger than the two palms resting on the edge of the Garganta.
It's very likely that this phallus exceeded Ryūken Ishida's expectations, and wasn't just approaching 100 meters in length.
"Over 100 meters, Menos Grande?" Isshin Shiba said. "This thing is tough to deal with, let's get out of here quickly."
As a former captain, Isshin Shiba had naturally dealt with Menos Grande before and knew that these two immature Quincy in front of him were not something they could handle.
After all, Masaki Kurosaki had just graduated from high school.
"Don't worry, I've already notified Misao."
As he spoke, he showed a broken black wooden stick from his pocket.
This is the warning device that Tokoyo Misao asked Kisuke Urahara buy when he received half of his fortune from Isshin Shiba.
As long as this small black stick is broken, Tokoyo Misao can sense it even if he is in Soul Society.
"No, it's too late," Masaki Kurosaki said in a deep voice.
Above the sky, the Menos Grande, which had initially struggled to establish itself in the Garganta, opened its mouth and emitted a sound that was both ethereal and unsettling.
He exerted force with both hands, instantly expanding the Garganta to hundreds of meters in length.
At this moment, half of his body had already emerged from the Hueco Mundo, and his large foot, which stepped out of the Garganta, was nearly 50 meters long.
As for its height, it's impossible to estimate by sight; it's like a tall building.
At that moment, the Menos Grande's blood-red eyes spotted the crowd gathered in the commercial street.
He opened his mouth, and red Reishi condensed in front of it.
"Cero!"
Ryūken Ishida didn't care about being seen at all; he jumped onto the ceiling of the room, stretched out his left hand, and drew his bow.
A deep blue Reishi Bow appeared, but the arrow he held looked no more than a single hair on this Menos Grande.
Tsk, I went out today just to have fun, I didn't bring any gear at all.
Ishida Ryūken Ishida and released the bowstring.
The Reishi arrow shot out, but disappeared upon hitting the Menos Grande's calf, having no effect whatsoever.
"Let me do it!" Masaki Kurosaki came to his side, also assuming the posture of Quincy Bow.
"Your current body..." Ryūken Ishida's eyes widened instantly before he could finish speaking.
At that moment, a bow made of jet-black Reishi appeared in Masaki Kurosaki's hand, and the Reishi arrow nocked on it was surprisingly red.
Masaki Kurosaki aimed at the Menos Grande's mouth and released her fingers.
The Reishi Arrow transformed into a red comet and instantly arrived at the location of the Reishi Cluster, piercing it with a "whoosh" and smoothly continuing to fly into the sky, passing over the head of the Menos Grande.
There was no explosion, nor any disturbance of the Reishi.
The red comet-like arrow grazed the head of the Menos Grande, who vanished instantly like ink erased by an eraser.
"Masaki, what's this?" Ryūken Ishida stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
He had no idea what kind of power Masaki Kurosaki had used just now, and that power was far too strong.
Wasn't it said that Masaki's power was suppressed by the Hōgyoku, making it impossible for her to use it?
It was only then that Masaki Kurosaki realized that she seemed to be able to mobilize the power within her body.
"Cut off the head with the Menos Grande Light isn't enough. This guy is like a cockroach; even if his head is knocked off, his body can still move, causing considerable damage."
A white figure swept past Masaki Kurosaki and Ryūken Ishida.
They charged toward the Menos Grande, which was now just a towering structure.
The white figure shot into the night sky like a speck of dust, crashing into the darkness, and soon disappeared from sight.
But in the next instant, the Menos Grande's mountain-like body suddenly shattered, turning into black fragments.
Then it was as if a vortex appeared in the sky, sucking them all in.
The white figure reappeared; it was none other than Tokoyo Misao, who had come to provide support after receiving the signal.
He casually stuffed the Menos Grande bead he had just made into his sleeve, dropped it on the ground, and greeted everyone with a smile:
"Remember to nip it in the bud next time."
Chapter 98 Visored Rider Kick
"Just in time for my trip to the mortal World of the Living."
Tokoyo Misao walked up to Masaki Kurosaki with a smile and looked her over carefully.
Under his Eternal Eyes, it was clear that a golden power had appeared within Masaki Kurosaki's body.
This force acted like a glue, mixing together the powers of Hollows, Soul Reaper, and Quincy.
They transformed into a golden vortex, swirling around the upper part of the Hōgyoku.
The lower half of the Hōgyoku emitted jet-black Reishi —the chaotic power of the Soul King.
Unexpectedly, Aizen actually gave the Soul King Fragment to Masaki Kurosaki.
This allows it to stop suppressing the other three forces and become a numerical monster.
However, the power within Masaki Kurosaki has not yet been fully converted.
Overall, it seems to be around the peak of the Second-Class Spiritual Pressure level.
This number is already outrageous; you have to understand that there aren't many beings at the peak of the Second-Class Spiritual Pressure level in the entire Soul Society.
Perhaps once the power within her is fully transformed, she will truly be able to break through the limits of Soul Reaper.
Things are getting more and more interesting.
Tokoyo Misao smiled and said to Masaki Kurosaki:
"Let's not stay here any longer, it's too conspicuous. Let's talk at the Urahara Shop."
"If you stay any longer, you'll be on the news tomorrow."
At this moment, Masaki Kurosaki and Ryūken Ishida realized that they were standing on the roof of the shop and had just been posing with bows drawn.
People standing on the commercial street downstairs looked up and pointed at the two of them.
"What a nice kid, why are you posing for the moon in the middle of the night?"
Ordinary people cannot see the Quincy's Reishi Bow.
"I understand. Who says you can't continue to have your own hobbies after going to college?" This is a heartfelt exclamation from a 30-something office worker.
Didn't he once the Roar at the moon back in junior high, trying to shatter the pitch-black night sky?