The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The subordinate officials were more or less influenced by the Espada they served, which led to changes in their personalities.
Tier Harribel was willing to endure Shiraishi's orders for them.
They were equally willing to sacrifice everything to protect Tier Harribel.
Shiraishi sat in a high-backed chair.
The spacious hall was sparsely furnished and somewhat dimly lit.
The slender Sun-Sun swayed her waist, her long sleeves fluttering. From her initial clumsiness, she gradually came to understand that dance is about using the body to charm the audience, and her dance became captivating.
The three light pink, round beauty marks under her right eye always added a touch of charm to her eyes.
Tall Rose stood there providing accompaniment, singing off-key like a pig, which wasn't pleasant to listen to, but watching her face turn redder and redder as she sang was still quite amusing.
Apache, the most short-tempered of the three, was holding the tea and was ordered to stand still, not even blinking. He stood obediently to the side, veins bulging at his temples, but he forced himself to endure it.
Shiraishi leaned lazily against the back of his chair, letting them pass the time while he waited.
Sensing Tier Harribel's approaching Reiatsu, he perked up and stood up, saying, "Stop. Your singing is awful. And stop dancing too. You should practice your servant skills more often."
Rose clenched his fist tightly, his face full of resentment, and said, "Fine."
Sun-Sun was quite clever; knowing he couldn't resist, he simply became very obedient, bowing his head and saying, "Yes, Master!"
As expected of a snake spirit, her ability to seduce men is practically innate.
Shiraishi thought to himself, then darted to the palace entrance. "How did the questioning go?"
As soon as Tier Harribel appeared, a question came through her ear, her expression cold. " Ulquiorra has indeed taken in a new prisoner."
"Heh heh, I knew it! Take me to see that unlucky guy."
Shiraishi patted her shoulder, the electric light in his eyes intensifying, his mood exceptionally joyful. He was already planning how to return to Soul Society from Hueco Mundo after rescuing Kūkaku.
"Hmm," Tier Harribel nodded, a hint of doubt in her emerald green eyes. She felt something was off, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
She turned and led the way.
The palaces of the Fourth Espada and Fifth Espada are far apart, and the outlines of the palaces cannot be seen, so naturally, the Sonído cannot be used.
She ran ahead, having deactivated her Resurrección state. Her hair had transformed into long braids tied in three sections, and she was dressed in a high-necked short top and a white long skirt that reached her ankles.
Shiraishi was so preoccupied with Kūkaku that he didn't appreciate her graceful silhouette.
Tier Harribel saw the Fifth Espada Palace and exclaimed, "That's the palace where Ulquiorra is!"
Thump.
She made a Sonído the palace gate.
Shiraishi lagged behind, his Spiritual Sense wide open. Finding no Reiatsu from Kūkaku, he tugged at the middle of her golden braid and asked, "Is this the only place in Las Noches where prisoners are held?"
Tier Harribel winced in pain, her head snapping back without uttering a sound, and said, "That's right, all the prisoners are under Ulquiorra's supervision; it's a rule set by Lord Aizen."
Shiraishi loosened her braid, guessing that her Reiatsu might be restricted, which was why she couldn't sense him. "Take me to see the prisoner."
"Um."
Tier Harribel touched the braid at the back of her head, gritting her teeth in hatred. She was determined to kill this guy someday!
The current surrender is only temporary.
Thinking this way, she felt a little better. She entered the palace of the Fifth Espada, went up the stairs to the top floor, and turned to the right corridor.
"Ugh, ah..."
Suppressed cries echoed down the corridor. Shiraishi rushed to the cell door and peered inside.
My eyes stung instantly.
A dark brown-skinned, Arrancar bound himself to a cross with barbed wire.
As they struggle, blood gushes out, staining the pure white iron spikes crimson.
With a blissful expression, he said, "Please do not disturb my prayers for the holy Lord Aizen. With my pain, I wish Lord Aizen all the best!"
"Who is this guy?" Shiraishi asked, turning his head.
Tier Harribel walked over and, seeing the scene in the cell, said, "Seventh Espada, Zomary Lulu, shall we kill him?"
"Boring."
Shiraishi saw through her little scheme, but he wasn't in the mood to take action; he was only concerned with one issue.
Where did Kūkaku go?
She wasn't in the Las Noches's prison; could she be somewhere else?
After thinking for a moment, Shiraishi finally remembered that there was another place in Las Noches where people could be hidden. "Where is Szayelaporro?"
He couldn't imagine what would happen to Kūkaku if she were there.
That guy is the Hueco Mundo version of " Mayuri Kurotsuchi ".
A glint of light appeared in Tier Harribel's eyes as she said, "You didn't join us randomly; you have a premeditated plan to rescue someone."
Bang.
Shiraishi grabbed her blonde hair and threw her outside, tearing a large hole in the wall.
A voluptuous body fell onto the sand.
Tier Harribel tried to turn over, but one hand slammed her head down into the sand and dragged her forward.
"As a subordinate officer, all you need to do is obediently follow my orders; you don't need to use your brain."
Or do you want to see those three pieces of trash torn to shreds?
Shiraishi the Roar, his mood already bad, and Tier Harribel's words turned his violent thoughts into action, "If you know what's good for you, you'll lead the way."
"Hmm." Tier Harribel stood up from the sand, one side of her face covered in tiny scratches from the sand, which had swelled up again, creating a stark contrast with the other side of her face.
A glint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes; the stronger the other party's reaction, the more it proved her idea was correct.
Of course, she didn't dare to linger. She dusted off the sand and ran towards the palace of the Eight Blades.
This time the journey took longer. The palace of the Eight Blades was at the other end, exceptionally large, and connected to the palace where three-digit people lived.
Shiraishi kicked open the door and walked inside, sword in hand.
Szayelaporro's eyelids twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"Take me to your lab, or die. Which do you choose?"
Shiraishi didn't waste any words with this guy; his killing intent was palpable.
"..." Szayelaporro paused briefly, then chuckled softly, "I don't have what you're looking for here."
Shiraishi's eyes turned cold.
"Follow me." Szayelaporro immediately changed his mind, not wanting to be his enemy, and turned to lead the way.
The laboratory is located beneath the palace, where many illusory corpses are hidden, and upright glass jars contain limbs or brains that are still preserved.
Shiraishi circled around but couldn't find Kukaku's figure or the hidden compartment, or even the spiritual pressure belonging to a Shinigami.
Szayelaporro, fearing he wouldn't believe him, provided the image of the Reiatsu Recording Bug: "For the past two weeks, I haven't stepped outside, and no one has come to my place."
After reading Shiraishi, Shiraishi realized that the other party had not lied to him.
Is Kūkaku not in Hueco Mundo?
He realized he was wrong; the person was still in the Seireitei of Soul Society, hidden somewhere else.
Thinking of this, Shiraishi no longer wanted to stay in Hueco Mundo. He looked at Tier Harribel, the wound on his cheek telling the story of his brutality.
If this guy keeps spouting Garganta, he might end up in some remote corner and die together with us.
He decided to go find Nelliel.
In crucial moments, it's still necessary to play the emotional card.
------Aside------
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