Blood Battle (Five Chapters Combined, 11,000 Words)
Let's set aside those two lunatics from the 11th Division, who would rather fight outnumbered than outnumber their opponents.
Elsewhere, Hitsugaya Tōshirō and Luppi were locked in an intense battle. They were like two phantom figures, colliding in midair before immediately separating, but every clash sent out astonishing ripples through the air. Blade-sharp currents swept through everything around them.
In his Shikai state, Hitsugaya Tōshirō was actually being suppressed by Luppi, who hadn't even released his Zanpakuto.
"Hahahahaha! With skills like that, you can really be a captain of the Gotei 13?"
Luppi looked utterly deranged. The Zanpakuto in his hand was unbelievably fast, and every blow carried tremendous weight.
"Is that all you've got?" Luppi's face twisted viciously, his voice full of mockery. "So the Shinigami really are a bunch of useless weaklings. Even the captains are no exception. And weaklings... deserve to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luppi vanished from the air.
Hitsugaya Tōshirō's pupils contracted. Instinctively, he raised his sword across his chest.
A phantom figure slammed into his blade. Hitsugaya Tōshirō's throat tightened, and he was sent flying sideways like a ball struck by a wooden club.
"Die, die, hahahahaha, die!"
Maniacal laughter rang out overhead. With his body out of control, Hitsugaya Tōshirō gritted his teeth and raised Hyorinmaru.
Clang!
Terrifying force surged through the blade. Hitsugaya Tōshirō's airborne body bent sharply, then was smashed into the ground.
Boom!
The ground below exploded.
Luppi floated in midair, his face full of scorn.
"Weaklings deserve to die. Grimmjow's a weakling too—he couldn't even kill people like you!"
Luppi abruptly lowered his Zanpakuto and aimed one hand at the spot where Hitsugaya Tōshirō had fallen. A terrifying spiritual pressure gathered!
Vmmm!
A dark-red Cero streaked through the air,