Battle!
Endless battle!
Within the space of consciousness, Allen had lost track of how long it had been.
He had also lost track of how many times he had been slashed, or how many times he had cut the other him.
Because he had thrown himself completely into this battle against another version of himself, savoring the joy brought by the simple act of challenging and surpassing himself.
As a Traveler who had crossed countless worlds, Allen's initial interest in battle had actually been closely tied to his first teacher, the Magus Hisoka.
It was also that perverted and twisted set of values that had given him a completely new understanding of this dangerous activity, with its dual mental and sensory stimulation, and gradually made it one of the goals he pursued throughout his long life.
But as his strength grew, he had gradually lost that enjoyment due to a lack of evenly matched opponents.
Yet now, within this space made entirely of spirit and consciousness,
Allen had lost all the immense power and abilities he had accumulated.
He could only fight his Hollowfied self in the most primitive, purest way.
Once...
Twice...
Three times...
Countless times...
Whenever his Zanpakuto broke through the other side's tight defense and viciously struck his body, he felt heartfelt excitement, as though he had taken a bite of delicious spicy food. Though the heat made him sweat profusely, he could not wait to take another bite.
The feeling was simply addictive.
Likewise, every slash from his Hollowfied self, and the pain that came from the depths of his soul, only made the sensation grow stronger.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amid the crisp collisions of Zanpakuto, the Hollow half of his soul suddenly stopped moving. Curling his lips into a smile, he asked, "Do you