Huff.
Huff.
Huff.
Rusba's ragged breathing, like a broken bellows, came from his mouth. Yet he did not dare rest for even a moment, constantly guarding against black blades suddenly appearing around him.
Fast—
Far too fast.
The opponent was so fast that he could not track him at all.
"I thought about this a long time ago..."
A drifting, elusive voice came through, but Rusba could not determine which direction it was coming from.
Cold sweat ran down his forehead and into his eyes, but Rusba did not dare blink. He endured the stinging ache and continued to scan everything around him.
Tenfold gravity was certainly powerful.
But after fighting for so long, the boy named Kurosaki Ichigo had already adapted to it and figured out the range of his "individuality." He kept circling around the perimeter, entering the area only at the instant of attack.
Yet whenever he entered the area, Rusba found it difficult to resist.
The only thing he could rely on was the hundredfold gravity he could use temporarily. But hundredfold gravity required him to lock onto the opponent's body with his eyes to take effect. So, no matter how sore his eyes were, he did not dare blink even once.
"This won't do!"
Kurosaki Ichigo's voice came again, but it carried an incomparably firm resolve.
"I can't keep asking Brother Biao for help with everything. And the appearance of your world has made me even more uneasy."
"Because..."
"What if Brother Biao doesn't come back? Can I really save my father in this world on my own?"
"No!"
"Not at all..."
Rusba frowned, unable to understand why the other party was telling him this. Was he trying to distract him?
But Kurosaki Ichigo paid no heed to what he thought—or rather, he did not