Soul Society doesn't know much about Hueco Mundo. Occasionally, Shinigami get carried away with killing will wander into Hueco Mundo by mistake, but there's no record of them returning.
Sōya Azashiro's understanding of Hueco Mundo has always been that it is a world inhabited by many ordinary Hollows and giant Hollows.
Menos Grande are a very small minority.
In the history of Soul Society, the number of times Menos Grande has invaded Soul Society is far less than that of ordinary Hollows and giant Hollows; in fact, it can be said to be extremely rare.
Sōya Azashiro looked at the Mid-level Menos Grande Adjuchas in front of him with a solemn expression.
The Menos Grande in Hueco Mundo was clearly beyond his previous understanding; in just Ikkaku of Hueco Mundo, there were six Adjuchas gathered.
How much should be allocated to other areas?
His elite troops are only capable of dealing with giant Hollows; as for Menos Grande, they can't even defeat the lowest-ranking Gillian.
"Haha, no wonder Aizen looked down on your plan, turns out you're just a country bumpkin."
Urozakuro would never miss an opportunity to be sarcastic to her master. Her unrestrained laughter stirred up waves of emotion in Sōya Azashiro, whose tone unusually carried a hint of anger, "Shut up!"
"Hehehe, look how upset you are, you're so pitiful. How about I give you a loving kiss to comfort you?"
Instead of shutting up, Urozakuro boldly teased her, her sharp tongue sweeping across her bright red lips.
Sōya Azashiro darkened.
" Azashiro, this is Hueco Mundo, it's normal to have Adjuchas here, you don't need to worry about it too much."
Seeing that his expression was off, Shiraishi offered a word of comfort, then asked the question that had been bothering him, "Can your Modified Soul deal with Adjuchas?"
"... No." Sōya Azashiro answered truthfully, feeling as if she had been stabbed in the heart once again.
Shiraishi bluntly stated, "Then let them go back, so they don't become a hindrance. We'll stay here and continue killing those Menos Grande."
"Good."
Sōya Azashiro didn't care about the lives of the Rukongai residents, nor would he let them die in vain.
He won't do things that are meaningless.
He took a deep breath, clearing his mind of the previous negative emotions, and thought carefully. He realized that his Spearhead Project could not be considered a failure.
Originally, the Menos Grande was meant to handle things alone; now, at most, he'll have to work overtime, but nothing else will change.
His figure vanished into thin air, appearing before the Modified Soul, and he manipulated the ram-headed Hollow to open the Garganta, sending them back to Soul Society.
Then, he returned to Shiraishi's side and said, "Continue purifying the Menos Grande."
"Let me look," Shiraishi said, his Spiritual Sense spreading once more as he searched for his next prey in the vast Sea of White Sand.
That was Adjuchas, who did not live in a group and was traveling alone.
"Found it." Shiraishi's eyes gleamed with excitement, filled with anticipation for the upcoming battle.
Killing is a terrible thing, especially when the killer is unaware that he is causing killing; that is even more terrifying.
Killing the void easily creates this kind of illusion.
The spurting blood and the fallen bodies would gradually dissipate, just like the death of a character in a game, making him completely unaware of the bloodshed and brutality caused by the killing.
He could only perceive the increasing experience and the fact that he was becoming stronger.
This is a kind of addictive pleasure.
Any fine wine or medicine pales in comparison to such pleasure.
So much so that after killing six Adjuchas, Shiraishi didn't feel tired at all; instead, he was filled with joy, and his vigorous fighting spirit drove him to relentlessly search for his next target.
To make him stop now, perhaps only if Kūkaku strips naked and pours the finest wine over every part of his body could he do so.
Shiraishi used the Steel Tempest to reach the Void 13 kilometers away in one breath, and then Steel Tempest to pierce through the bone mask from the back of its head to its face.
Crack! The bone surface split open, and the Adjuchas split in two. To Shiraishi's astonishment, both halves of the body simultaneously swelled up into moon-white lumps of flesh, sprouting hands, feet, and faces, transforming into two Hollows!
"Huh, a lone Shinigami? His clothes don't look like it. Anyway, you're really rude."
The two Adjuchas spoke in unison. They were about three meters tall, very thin, like an upright bamboo pole, with oval heads and cockroach-shaped bones, and their hands resembled the sickles of Kha'Zix.
"My name is Charlie Tucker. Remember that name, because you're about to die by my hand."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two Adjuchas pushed off the ground, creating huge waves of sand. Their strength and speed were exactly the same.
Shiraishi couldn't understand what kind of ability this was; he only knew that there was no one in this world who couldn't be killed. He swung his sword forward.
A golden whirlwind arose again, whipping up the white sand from the ground and forming a massive tornado that stretched straight ahead.
Charlie did not resist. It could walk alone in Hueco Mundo because of its cunning and caution, and it would never easily resist the unknown.
It and its split form quickly bypassed the golden tornado, flanking it from the left and right, its right arm slashing forward fiercely.
The air was sliced open, creating a sharp sonic boom.
Shiraishi used a Steel Tempest Hollowfication through Adjuchas on the left, without following up with Steel Tempest. This kind of localized killing move is disadvantageous against such a peculiar opponent.
He turned around, raised his hands Infinity, assumed the Sujin stance, poured his Reiatsu into his Zanpakuto, and slashed forward fiercely.
Critical hits doubled!
Charlie Tucker's strategy of attacking from both sides actually put him and the split on the same level.
The violent strikes shattered their bones and bodies into dust, sending sand waves thousands of meters high rising from the Sea of White Sand.
The moonlight was blocked.
Shiraishi used his Steel Tempest to leave; he didn't want to end up in a sand bath. Once he was a dozen miles away, he stood still, watching the towering waves of sand. The loud crash finally arrived. "Oh dear, this time it went too far."
"This guy is definitely showing off his strength."
Urozakuro retorted, her eyes darting around, "Why don't you make a big fuss too?"
Sōya Azashiro ignored her attempts to provoke him and calmly said, " Shiraishi, you'd better control your emotions. How long can you last if you keep fighting like this?"
"Uh." Upon hearing this, Shiraishi's mind cleared up somewhat. Reiatsu intensity and Reiatsu endurance are two different things.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto has strong Reiatsu, but he lacks stamina.
It's unclear whether Shiraishi's Reiatsu intensity or its durability has improved.
The sixth brother's fighting style is to ambush; if he can't win, he runs away. He has basically never fought a prolonged battle, so he has never reached his limit and therefore cannot judge whether the increase in Reiatsu will make him last longer.
"You're right, I'll tone it down a bit."
Shiraishi glanced at his attribute panel; his experience points had risen to 185. "Wow, that's fast! Much faster than in Soul Society." "Let's go."
"A very strong Reiatsu is approaching."
The Sōya Azashiro, gazes towards the distant horizon.
"That's why we need to leave. Don't rush, take it one step at a time. First, take out the weaker Adjuchas, then deal with the stronger ones."
Shiraishi had no intention of fighting; he turned and ran, looking for his next target.