After a brief, simple exchange, the isolated Shinigami was still defeated.
After all, the combat techniques he possessed were far too crude. Back and forth, he only had one move: reach out, pull out the other party's soul, then cut it off with a single slash.
The problem was that soul extraction was a technique that could only be executed smoothly when one's soul strength overwhelmingly surpassed the opponent's.
Against the current Araki, it had no effect at all.
As for his "Zanpakuto technique"...
Heh.
So no matter how he struggled, his body gradually began to shrink under Araki's constant devouring.
But just when Araki thought nothing else would change, a voice even grander and more imposing than the Shinigami's from before rang out directly within his soul.
"Contractor, please slow your hand. Perhaps we can talk."
"And who are you?"
As Araki asked, the movements of his hands did not stop either. In the time it took to exchange those two lines, the Shinigami before him had shrunk another size.
The voice in his mind seemed somewhat helpless at his behavior. After letting out a sigh, it clearly began speaking much faster.
"I am the chief of the Shinigami Clan living in the Pure Land. The one you are devouring is a member of my clan."
"Chief of the Shinigami?"
Araki repeated it once. "And? What do you want with me?"
When the Shinigami chief heard this, he was almost furious enough to die.
You were devouring the spirit body of one of my clan members, and now that his boss had come knocking, you were not guilty in the slightest, and even brazenly asked what I wanted...
Were human contractors these days all this shameless and black-hearted?
"Why are you devouring his spirit body?"
After a short silence,