The Soul King's voice sounded in Yamabuki Chidori's mind.
"I'm already a thousand years old. How am I still a boy?" Yamabuki Chidori said with a wry smile.
"Who says you can't be a boy at a thousand? Young man, I'd like to ask you a favor," the Soul King said.
"As long as you're not asking me to sit in that cursed seat, I'll do my best," Yamabuki Chidori said.
"It's been a million years. I'm tired."
Yamabuki Chidori took a deep breath.
What could he say? The Soul King had worked around the clock for a million years without a single day off. He was a true model worker.
"Don't worry. I've already chosen a replacement," Yamabuki Chidori said.
"Yes, I saw. A fine child."
"Good," Yamabuki Chidori said.
"When Yhwach attacks again, I'll finally be free. Please don't stop it," the Soul King said.
"Should I tell the Monk and the others?"
"No. If we're putting on a show, we need to see it through."
"All right. Leave it to me." Yamabuki Chidori gently closed the door.
After a million years, the Soul King would finally be free.
Yamabuki Chidori sighed. More than anything, the Soul King was probably happy.
From what the Soul King had said, the Quincy's second attack was imminent. It was time to prepare.
"I wonder how many teammates Bambietta can drag over here?" Yamabuki Chidori murmured.
The trap was set. Yhwach, I'm waiting for you to charge right in.
Bambietta stood trembling in Hueco Mundo.
Wahrwelt lay right ahead. One step forward, and she could return to her comrades.
But the moment she thought of the bomb inside her, Bambietta dared not risk it.
Gamblers ended up with nothing.
Someone as timid as Bambietta would never gamble with her life.
"Sorry,