Hair and fingernails were decorated with dazzling ornaments like treasures...
But why did they become dirty and disgusting simply because they were cut off from the body?
The answer was simple!
Because they were all the forms of oneself after death.
Floating in midair, Tier did not look at Nnoitra. Instead, she gazed at the body she had abandoned—those parts of herself that had already died.
Then...
As if she had recalled something, a smile slowly appeared on her face.
She had once discussed this question with Duan Mu. In the end, that idiot had answered with a horrified question:
"Am I starting to lose my hair?"
Tier could not help imagining Duan Mu bald... Hmm, paired with that black work uniform, he would have been promoted directly from a security guard to a bodyguard.
Unlike Tier's ease, Nnoitra's expression grew complicated as he looked at her in midair.
The current Tier was different from the incomprehensibly powerful figure she had been earlier...
She merely floated there, yet Nnoitra already felt that he might be unable to defeat her.
As someone who had challenged powerful opponents all the way from the bottom of the hierarchy to become the fifth-ranked, his challenges would never end.
The reason he had stopped at this position was simple: he lacked the confidence to defeat the four people ahead of him.
The transformed Tier before him gave him the same feeling as those four!
She was absurdly powerful.
He could actually understand the strength of those four. The first three were fundamentally different from him without exception—they were all Espada who had become Arrancar from Vastolorde.
He did not know what Ulquiorra had been like before becoming an Arrancar, but Ulquiorra was also extraordinarily special.
In other words...
With or without the Hogyoku, they