As a genius of the Quincy lineage, Uryū Sōken had been warned by his clan elders more than once not to slaughter Hollows of any kind in the Human World.
Yet whenever he encountered a Hollow, he could never suppress the killing intent in his heart.
To Uryū Sōken, the wails of human souls sounded like countless sharp blades ruthlessly piercing his heart.
He was a Quincy, but he was also human.
When Hollows devoured human souls, they were slaughtering his own kind.
Uryū Sōken did not believe there was anything wrong with what he had done. Even when he was punished by the elders after killing Hollows, he had never regretted it.
But today's situation seemed somewhat different.
Uryū Sōken watched the suddenly appearing figure with utmost vigilance, his expression grave.
A broad white haori, the familiar black Shinigami Uniform beneath it, and the Zanpakuto at his waist that faintly radiated an intense threat...
A Shinigami—and a particularly powerful one!
Uryū Sōken instinctively tightened his grip on his spirit-particle short bow as the spirit particles in the air began to stir.
A Quincy's own spiritual pressure was not particularly potent. They usually manipulated the spirit particles in their surroundings for battle.
They possessed the ability to draw spirit particles from the atmosphere. Once strengthened, this ability could even break down and absorb matter composed of spirit particles.
Uryū Sōken knew little about the history of a thousand years ago. He only knew that the ancestor of the Quincy had once led the first generation of Sternritter in a war against the Shinigami, which had ended in a crushing defeat.
But a century ago, the Shinigami had once again launched a war of extermination, using the excuse that Quincy killing Hollows would disrupt the balance of souls between worlds.
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