Picaro

In the novel " Shinigami the Unforgiven," Chapter 113, Picaro, "Great! That annoying guy Runuganga is dead!" "Did the silver-haired big brother kill him?" "The silver-haired big brother is such a good person." "Let's play together, big brother." "Let's play hide-and-seek." "No, I prefer playing the game of burning to death and being burned to death."

"Hey, I want to play the game of swallowing and being swallowed."

A tender voice suddenly emerged from the Sea of White Sand, chirping like cicadas in summer.

Shiraishi snapped out of his thoughts on Bankai and glanced around.

One, two, three, one after another, the Arrancar Sonído appeared, totaling about a hundred.

They were all small in size, many of them looked like seven or eight-year-old children, and some were non-human shaped Arrancar.

Without exception, they were all in cub form, with the number 102 etched on their bodies in black.

Upon seeing that three-digit number, Shiraishi immediately recalled the group of Arrancar described in the official source material of the original work.

They enjoy group activities; what appear to be hundreds of individual entities are actually one. The Menos Grande of Hueco Mundo call them the mischievous Picaro.

Most importantly, they were all Menos Grande Vasto Lorde.

When Baraggan was still the King of Hueco Mundo, he kept them by his side to pass the time.

After Aizen arrived in Hueco Mundo and became the new king, he briefly included Picaro in the ranks of the Espada, believing they had the potential.

Then, Aizen quickly realized he was wrong; Picaro did not possess the necessary qualifications to become a member of the organization.

In Aizen's view, you can be disloyal, you can want to overthrow your superiors, but you can't act like a child, doing whatever you want without considering the consequences.

Having no interest in babysitting them, Aizen kicked them out of the Espada and sent them to a three-figure residence.

To prevent them from leaving Las Noches and causing trouble in the World of the Living or elsewhere, Aizen specifically assigned Runuganga to guard them, keeping them confined in sandstorms year-round.

After Shiraishi defeated Runuganga, the sandstorm stopped, and the Picaro ran out excitedly, eager to see who their savior was.

Thus, the spectacular army of children before us was formed.

"Hey, big brother, let's play together~"

The Arrancar little girl with two braids looked up, shaking the sleeves of Shiraishi's leather jacket, her face full of innocent and carefree smiles.

How could you possibly do that?

Shiraishi looked helpless, lost in the calls of "big brother," even though he knew these Hollows were Menos Grande and that killing them would grant him a lot of experience.

But looking at their childlike faces and smiling expressions, there was no hostility whatsoever; they simply wanted to play with him.

He couldn't pull out the knife.

"Sweetie, I have something to do. You guys go find someone else to play with."

Shiraishi patted the little girl's head, trying to make them leave.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Sōya Azashiro expressed his dissatisfaction.

With a soft thud, the blade pierced through the throat of the Arrancar little girl, and warm blood splattered onto Shiraishi's pants.

She trembled all over, her large eyes filled with confusion, unable to understand why a knife felt like it was sticking out of her throat.

Then, several blades pierced her Hierro from the inside out, killing her completely.

"In a battle against the Void, there should be no question of pleasure or pleasure."

Sōya Azashiro spoke, another Picaro fell to the ground, pierced by the blade, its blood staining the white sand. "There's no need for any sympathy, just hunt them down effectively."

This is the concept of "Sōya Azashiro".

Shiraishi frowned. He couldn't persuade Sōya Azashiro Sōya Azashiro change his mind, nor would he be persuaded to change his own. "I advise you not to underestimate them."

Seeing their companion die, the rest of Picaro's faces showed neither surprise nor panic.

A Arrancar little boy laughed and said, "Big brother, so you're the one who wants to play with us."

"Great! Let's play that. I saw Nelliel swallow someone's Cero, I want to try it." "Good." "Agreed."

They still maintained their childlike, innocent smiles, and spoke cruel words in a tone devoid of any malice, "Tear the black-haired big brother to pieces~"

A Arrancar little girl looked apologetic and said, "Big brother with silver hair, we'll play with you again later."

" Cero." " Cero." The rest of Picaro began to gather a large amount of Reiatsu using a portion of their bodies.

Some Picaro Bala Cero attacks.

The speed of Bala is more than twenty times faster than Cero, and it strikes almost instantly.

Sōya Azashiro didn't try to tough it out.

This is an enormous number—hundreds of Cero and Bala, and it was even unleashed by Menos Grande Vasto Lorde; its power should not be underestimated.

As for Shiraishi, he had already slipped away.

Picaro thinks like a child; when fighting, she doesn't consider whether the area will affect the older brother who's trying to save them.

Fight if you want.

With a deafening roar, a dark crater was blasted out of the Sea of White Sand, seemingly leading directly to the Forest of Menos below.

"Oh dear, is it dead?" "No, it's over there." "Let's continue." "This time I want to play the game of eating him." "I'm hungry." "Then let's eat him."

"What about the other one?" "The silver-haired older brother is a good person, I don't want to eat him." "Me too." "Me too."

In Picaro's mind, there is no distinction between Shinigami or Hollows, only good people and bad people.

After a democratic discussion, they unanimously decided to eliminate the Sōya Azashiro, and spare the good guy, Shiraishi.

" Azashiro, open your Garganta quickly!" Shiraishi urged loudly. He knew very well that this group of Picaro were simply the nemesis of Sōya Azashiro.

If they keep fighting, Sōya Azashiro will definitely be defeated.

Then he would have to stay behind alone to face the group of Picaro. He didn't dislike playing with children, but there were just too many of them.

This number of noisy brats is practically a natural disaster.

Even if he had the energy for four days and three nights, he couldn't withstand their torment.

Sōya Azashiro's face was pale. The fused white sand was destroyed. Looking at the group of Hollows in front of him, he thought, "Let's have a few more Cero of that scale."

The current space for integration is simply not enough to cause a major explosion.

The move I used against Nelliel can no longer be used because all the Gigai of the Research and Development Institute were destroyed.

"Let's go first," he sighed inwardly, rationally making his choice, letting the ram's head emerge and open the Garganta leading to Soul Society.

Seeing this, Shiraishi used a Steel Tempest to dive into the crowd.

The Sonído the Picaro rang out, forming a wide, dispersed circle that encircled an area of three kilometers in radius.

In an instant, Sōya Azashiro sensed a chill, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Even when fighting Nelliel down below, I didn't feel this chill; it felt like a frog encountering a snake.

He encountered his nemesis.

Suddenly, a pitch-black sphere appeared in the center, like a black hole, frantically sucking up all the Reishi within a three-kilometer radius.

Even the Reishi that Sōya Azashiro had merged with was no exception. His vision went black in an instant, and his only thought before fainting was that Shiraishi should be able to escape the Dangai.

"I'm full, let's keep playing." "Huh? Where's the silver-haired big brother?" "I don't know, let's go find him."

" Picaro!"

"It's Nelliel!" Picaro instantly forgot about saving their older brother and ran towards Nelliel, "Let's play together!"