Arima Shizuya wasn't surprised by this outcome.
After all, he had already gathered enough information—this wasn't his first time fighting Guiganjo, and with Aizen's help, the troublesome members of the Eleventh Division had all withdrawn.
The factors that could affect his predictions had basically been fixed.
Faced with the labyrinth, still as a corpse, Arima Shizuya found where the exit lay.
Right here...
The spiritual pressure he had drawn in and recalled condensed around his body, consciously shaped into something as sharp as a blade.
He stepped forward and turned sideways.
It was an extremely simple—one might even say "abstract"—movement, yet it perfectly evaded the vertical slash aimed at his face.
Arima Shizuya dodged it.
But the vicious wind and killing intent stirred by that force did not disperse. Instead, they became slender needles that pierced through his clothes and seeped into his flesh.
If that had hit me, even I would probably lose the ability to move immediately.
Truly terrifying.
As he thought this, Arima Shizuya turned his blade and thrust it straight at Guiganjo.
The movement was direct and simple, yet it struck Guiganjo's chest from an incredibly strange angle.
He had landed the blow, but Arima Shizuya couldn't feel happy about it at all.
The feedback through his blade was far too shallow. It was as though he had stabbed an extraordinarily thick steel plate.
"Hey, brat."
Guiganjo's sneer held no trace of mercy.
"You're not planning to rely on a sneak attack this time? Did you gain confidence in your strength just because I failed to kill you last time?"
"You may have improved a little, but if you think you can fight me, then you..."
"...are seriously underestimating people!"
With a furious shout, Guiganjo's eyes bulged as he lifted his leg and viciously kicked at