The Fastest Arrancar

"This ugly thing in front of us—are you familiar with him, Gin Ichimaru?"

Retsu Unohana faced such a bizarre Arrancar with not the slightest change in expression, merely offering an ugly appraisal.

Gin Ichimaru shrugged.

"When I served under Aizen, I didn't pay attention to the lower-ranked Arrancar."

"I'm only familiar with the higher-ranked ones."

"But since he's managed to secure a seat among the current Espada, he shouldn't be weak."

"At the very least, he's Captain-level."

"So Captain Unohana, it's best to be cautious."

Gin Ichimaru warned.

"I'd very much like to get information about Lord Aizen from you two..."

"But for the peace of Las Noches, I must ask you to stop here."

Zomari's towering form stood amidst them, seemingly brimming with confidence in his own strength.

Retsu Unohana, likewise, stood quietly in place, smiling at the tall Arrancar before her, with no intention of striking first or moving.

"If the enemy is a woman, I can be a gentleman..."

Zomari wore a deep expression as he began to pace slowly forward.

"My ability concerns speed..."

"To be more precise..."

"I am the fastest Arrancar among the Espada."

Then, Zomari's pacing form suddenly blurred slightly.

In the next instant, it split into five identical figures.

This was not a true Clone Technique, but an illusion born of sheer speed.

To create five stable clones purely through the visual distortion of speed—

It was clear that Zomari's claim of being the fastest was no empty boast.

"Are you sure you don't need help, Captain Unohana?"

Gin Ichimaru's eyes shifted slightly. Such speed was indeed impressive.

At the very least, a Shinigami's Shunpo would struggle to achieve such an effect.

"Too slow."

"What??"

Zomari's expression changed for the first time. His dark, bluish face furrowed its brow as he glared