Severing-Man Swordsman

Interesting...

Chiba Makoto looked at the petite female Arrancar before him, who was fairly pretty and cute, and had not expected her to try talking him down.

However, compared to the sharp tongue Chiba Makoto had honed in the Seireitei—especially against Unohana Retsu—Tier Harribel was clearly nowhere near his level.

Chiba Makoto glanced from the corner of his eye at the battles on Soi Fon's and Hisagi Shūhei's sides, then said unhurriedly,

"What a pity. It seems you've developed some rather beautiful misconceptions. This time, the Quincy-Soul Reaper alliance is under my command. On the other hand, isn't it far more ironic that you, an Arrancar, serve beneath the feet of Sōsuke Aizen, a Soul Reaper?"

Yet those words seemed to touch some soft, sensitive place Tier could not bear to have touched. Her expression visibly darkened with fury as she shouted,

"You filthy, ugly creature, and you think you can compare yourself to Lord Aizen?"

"Oh? Why not? Only those who know themselves to be inferior instinctively believe they are beneath others. I consider myself and Sōsuke Aizen to exist on the same level," Chiba Makoto said as if it were only natural.

But to Tier, those words were no different from a succubus riding atop a holy unicorn at full gallop while believing the two made a perfect match.

"Ugly, filthy, shameless bastard! I'll make you regret such ignorant words for all eternity!"

Tier's face seemed to twist from sheer rage!

"Grind it apart, Wheel of Iron Swallows!"

In an instant, Tier entered her Resurrección. Her entire body seemed to transform into a gigantic humanoid moth, sprouting wings, antennae, and massive arms.

Her spiritual pressure erupted!

Though Tier was also merely an Arrancar ranked beyond the hundredth place, her strength undoubtedly surpassed that of an ordinary Adjuchas Menos