The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Hehehe.
Shiraishi let out his signature villainous laugh, Tiburón.
Bang.
A crimson storm appeared in an instant, swirling around him and releasing an extremely powerful repulsive force.
Upon reaching level sixteen, his passive defensive abilities improved.
Tier Harribel was unable to break through the barrier and was instead repelled by the force. Her bone-faced boots turned into ice skates, and the sand became an ice rink. She slid backward for over a hundred meters before finally stopping.
White sand flies.
This guy... Tier Harribel's gaze darkened slightly as she turned the Tiburón forward.
Shiraishi asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
Tier Harribel raised her golden eyebrows, her emerald eyes flashing like drawn swords, revealing her sharp edge as she said, "That's what I should be asking you. What are you doing?"
"It's just cleaning up a bunch of trash. I can take care of that with a Cero. What's the point of keeping them around?"
Shiraishi spread his hands, displaying a hint of arrogance, "With me here, the Lord Aizen you all speak of doesn't need these trash at all."
Unlike the other Espada, Tier Harribel represented sacrifice, retorting, "They are not trash; they are all comrades capable of fighting."
"Compatriots?!"
Shiraishi's tone suddenly rose, as if he had been provoked, and he said fiercely, "Gathering a group of weaklings is foolish in itself, and to regard them as compatriots is even more ridiculous."
I originally thought that only weak and useless people would shout about love and friendship, but I never expected that you, as Espada, would say such things.
Tier Harribel, you've disappointed me so much!
At this point, Shiraishi released all of his Reiatsu.
In an instant, the sky turned scarlet, and a torrential downpour of blood-red rain began, seemingly with a freezing effect.
Tier Harribel was slightly distracted, and her emerald green pupils immediately reflected the demon-like figure.
Oops...
She hurriedly tried to Sonído.
A blinding white light struck, seemingly cleaving her in two.
At the critical moment, a hand landed on her shoulder and pulled her back.
The knife narrowly missed cutting a small gash in the abdomen.
"Huh?" Shiraishi stopped swinging his sword and looked at the man behind Tier Harribel. "Who are you?"
" First Espada, Koyatai Starrk."
The man's tone was languid, as if uttering a single sentence had exhausted all his Reiatsu. He scratched his head and said, "Could you please stop here?"
"Heh heh, if you hadn't interfered, I could have killed Tier Harribel. According to the rules, I should have taken over the position of the Fourth Espada, right?"
Shiraishi sheathed his sword, his tone still arrogant.
Starrk removed his right hand from Tier Harribel's shoulder and said, "That's right, you will be the new Fourth Espada from now on, Tier Harribel will become a three-digit number."
Shiraishi shook his head and said, "No, I want her to be my subordinate."
Tier Harribel said with a grim expression, "Impossible!"
Hehehe.
Shiraishi laughed heartily, finding it no wonder the villains laughed like that; it was genuinely quite satisfying. " Tier Harribel, I only spared those three good-for-nothings because of you."
Tier Harribel's pupils turned cold, and her Reiatsu surged dramatically. "If you dare lay a hand on them, I will never let you get away with it!"
Shiraishi slowly walked forward, reached out and stroked her slender waist, "As long as you behave, they will live well."
I'll ask you one more time: do you want to be my subordinate?
Tier Harribel let his fingers rub against the wound, his fingertips digging in. "I... will."
"Heh heh, very well, you really love self-sacrifice. Take me to the palace of the Fourth Espada."
Shiraishi lifted her blood-stained finger and smeared the blood on her brown lips. She had to admit, the lips felt wonderful.
This was the first time Tier Harribel had felt such intense killing intent towards a Hollow, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.
She glared at him angrily, Sonído and left.
Shiraishi caught up.
Starrk remained a bystander throughout, making no attempt to stop Shiraishi's threats.
Ultimately, all he wanted was to stop the fight; once that was achieved, nothing else mattered to him.
"A troublesome partner has arrived."
He muttered something, then said self-deprecatingly, "But what can I do?"
Every Hollow is searching for something to fill its own Hollow Hole; it's instinct, it's its nature.
Even if it becomes Arrancar, it cannot change that.
In his eyes, Shiraishi's actions were also attempts to fill the Hollow Hole, and rashly interfering would be a battle.
Despite Starrk's strength, surpassing any of the Espada, he utterly despised fighting, to the point of having no will to fight whatsoever.
So he ignored Shiraishi's behavior, sighed, and Sonído his palace to sleep.
"This is the palace of the Fourth Espada?"
Shiraishi followed Tier Harribel to the palace belonging to the Fourth Espada. The palace was square in shape with a dome, and a door similar to the main gate of Las Noches was added at the entrance.
It's big, but there's absolutely no innovation.
"Hmm," Tier Harribel didn't go through the bottom door, but jumped directly onto the top of the door.
This is similar to a second-floor balcony, leading directly inside.
Shiraishi followed, casually asking, "Not enough? Killing with Cero is too boring. Are there any prisoners here for me to kill?"
Tier Harribel answered truthfully, "No."
Shiraishi scratched his chin and said, "I remember you've been busy recruiting those scumbags lately?"
"Um."
Tier Harribel nodded.
Snap!
Shiraishi slapped her across the face, grabbed her blonde hair, and said viciously, "Then how do you know there haven't been any prisoners lately? Go find them!"
"Damn it, let go of Lady Tier Harribel!"
The three women Sonído and found Tier Harribel had been attacked. The hot-tempered Apache immediately the Roar and drew his Zanpakuto.
"Stop!" Tier Harribel shouted, ignoring the swelling on her cheek, her eyes lowered as she said, "I know, I'll go ask Ulquiorra."
"If you dare to deceive me, don't blame me for taking advantage of them."
Shiraishi whispered in her ear, his manner intimate, and his words chilled her to the bone; she felt an urge to drown this bastard.
But she couldn't beat him.
"I know." Tier Harribel bit her lip, the metallic taste of blood spreading between her teeth, Sonído as she left.
Shiraishi had to admit that sometimes doing evil can indeed bring people pleasure.
That slap just now felt so good, especially seeing Tier Harribel's resentful yet helpless expression.
It makes me want to slap him again.
Shiraishi quickly suppressed the evil within him; he wanted to portray madness, not a twisted pervert. "Listen to me, I am now the new Fourth Espada, Tier Harribel is my subordinate."
"What?!" Apache's face was filled with shock.
Shiraishi stretched and said, "I'm not a good-tempered Menos Grande. If you don't want Tier Harribel to suffer, you'd better serve me well."
If you dare to shout or be rude again, I'll give Tier Harribel a good beating.
"You wouldn't want Tier Harribel to suffer cruel torture, would you?"
"..."
The three women gritted their teeth, knowing they had no other choice.