Shunsui Kyoraku's figure had melted completely into the shadows, as though he had vanished, yet also seemed to be everywhere.
This way of fighting was unlike anything Starrk had encountered in his long life.
There was no brutal clash of raw power, only lethal rules concealed beneath the stillness, and attacks that could stab out of any shadow at any moment.
It did not rely on overwhelming strength, yet it was even more dangerous, demanding far more of a fighter's instincts, intelligence, and adaptability.
Kageoni... Starrk silently repeated the game's name.
Slip into a shadow and attack at point-blank range. The rules were simple, yet they transformed something as commonplace as shadows into an absolute hunting ground.
Under these rules, moving, attacking, or even standing still could expose him to an unpredictable killing blow.
Remaining on the defensive or attacking blindly would only let his opponent dictate the pace with ever greater ease.
Looks like I'll have to get serious to put an end to this increasingly troublesome game.
Starrk slowly exhaled. He stopped trying to pinpoint Shunsui Kyoraku's location with his spiritual senses and instead gently closed his eyes.
The Vasto Lorde spiritual pressure within him began to circulate in an entirely different way.
A low utterance echoed clearly through the training grounds, penetrating the barrier and reaching every spectator's ears: "Hunt him down..."
"Los Lobos."
BOOM!!!!!
The deep, icy spiritual pressure surrounding Starrk suddenly underwent a complete transformation!
If it had been a silent deep sea before, now it was a polar blizzard and the howling of wolves across a wasteland!
A raging pillar of spiritual pressure erupted from Starrk, shooting into the sky!
"What is this...?!"
"Resurrección! It's a Hollow's Resurrección!" Outside the barrier, a veteran Seated Officer with extensive knowledge cried out involuntarily!
"An Arrancar's release,