Shinigami the Unforgiven, Chapter 37: Work is not about whether it's meaningful or not. Man-made clouds drifted across the sky, briefly obscuring the lights.
White sand covers the shadows.
The moment the words left their mouths, their Reiatsu clashed, exchanging blows before the blades could even register. Before the sound of their Reiatsu colliding could be heard, their blades struck each other.
Loud sound and strange sound.
Sōya Azashiro had never imagined that the world could be so quiet, that his soul could find peace, and that past fears could vanish with a single stroke.
Ah, indeed, this direct approach to problem-solving is more suitable for addressing an individual's issues than cumbersome strategies.
boom!
A deafening roar, seemingly capable of tearing Las Noches apart, erupted, and the immense Reiatsu surged like a tsunami, engulfing the Arrancar still Arrancar in battle.
Every grain of white sand in the Sea of White Sand trembled. Emilou turned her head in astonishment, "Lady Tier Harribel!"
Panic and concern drove her to rush forward without thinking, but the oncoming hurricane pushed her body backward, and a deep-seated fear briefly took control of her limbs.
"Damn it." She bit her tongue, and just as she was about to rush forward again, a figure appeared instantly.
A seemingly fatal wound ripped across her upper body, her brown skin stained crimson, and golden lightning bolt-shaped rays obscured the vital parts of her chest, resembling a bikini.
"Lady Tier Harribel..." Emilou's eyes lit up with surprise, but the powerful Reiatsu emanating from Harribel made her unable to finish her sentence.
He escaped.
Tier Harribel muttered, her tone tinged with resentment, her eyes sweeping over the Arrancar belonging to the Fifth Espada. The shock of the previous attack had stopped them in their tracks. " Ulquiorra, how long are you going to stand by and watch?"
"I just don't want to do meaningless things."
Ulquiorra replied calmly, stepped out from behind, hands in his pockets, his white clothes spotless.
I don't know when he arrived.
"You have to do things even if they're meaningless; that's what work is all about!"
Tier Harribel gave him a stern scolding. If it weren't for their camaraderie as fellow Espada, she would have loved to cleave him in two with her sword.
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It's meaningless all day long. There are so many meaningless things in this world. Even saints can't only do meaningful things, let alone ordinary people.
"Is that so?" Ulquiorra's pale face showed a thoughtful expression. Considering it was working hours, he spoke up, " Loly and Szayelaporro have gone to Soul Society to retrieve Szayelaporro's body."
"That guy isn't quite dead yet."
Tier Harribel raised an eyebrow. Szayelaporro's impression on the Espada was the same as Mayuri Kurotsuchi's impression on Shinigami Mayuri Kurotsuchi: so bad he had no friends, yet his technological achievements were undeniable.
"Fine, with Shiraishi around in Soul Society, he won't cause any trouble. You keep those rebellious Arrancar in check, I'll go ask Nel how to deal with them."
Tier Harribel's injuries were severe, but at this time, she could not rest and recuperate; she had to be outside to deter the Arrancar.
"Hmm." Ulquiorra nodded.
Three minutes ago, in Soul Society.
While Hueco Mundo and the World of the Living were locked in a fierce battle, things were also bustling here.
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Amidst the alarm, the keyboards at the Research and Development Institute clattered as staff began to coordinate and assign manpower to deal with the scattered Arrancar.
"Another Garganta opened up, the location being..."
Upon seeing the location, Akon Tongkong shrank back, "This observation room."
A chill ran up from behind, and the undisguised ominous Reiatsu, like moss clinging to flesh and soul, frantically devoured Akon's body and mind.
The clicking of the keyboard continued, not from anyone in the Research and Development Institute, but from the very person who should have been the director.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi did not remain here to command; instead, he was stationed in a more important location.
In the empty seat sat a pink-haired man wearing Visored that resembled glasses, looking at the retrieved data. "I see, a specimen storage room, huh? It certainly fits the calm judgment of a scientist; the value of the loser is research."
"Tsk, you're lucky. I don't have time to care whether you live or die right now."
As he spoke, he stood up from his seat, disappeared from their sight, and then reappeared in the specimen storage room.
This place holds the remains of the Arrancar collected by Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
Even with individual differences, Arrancar is killed by Shinigami's Zanpakuto, their physical body will most likely dissipate.
To prevent such a situation from occurring, Mayuri Kurotsuchi employed a special device to suppress it, thus preserving the Arrancar corpses.
The device resembled a large cylindrical tank filled with a faintly glowing liquid, which submerged many Arrancar corpses.
Szayelaporro found his own corpse among them, looking at the blank expression on his face, seemingly unaware of his own death.
Having already obtained the information from the Reiatsu Recording Bug, he still couldn't help but smile bitterly upon seeing it with his own eyes; the defeat was truly humiliating.
"Well, I'll deal with him slowly once I'm alive."
Szayelaporro placed his hand on the water tank without disturbing it, ignoring the obstruction, and reached inside to touch the specimen-like body.
He wanted to reunite his soul and body.
In theory, this can be achieved using Negación Threads; it only needs to touch the flesh to fuse.
The facts are different.
He felt rejected by his body, a look of astonishment crossing his face. "What's going on, Mayuri Kurotsuchi?"
Szayelaporro's first thought was that the guy had tampered with his body, and a surge of anger rose within him.
He turned around, intending to disappear along with his body, head down to find Mayuri Kurotsuchi, and team up with Loly to kill him.
A figure stood there silently.
She had black hair, regular features, and wore a pure white haori draped over her shoulders.
Szayelaporro's pupils enlarged, his body attempting to dissipate, but a single slash slashed down, the extremely fierce Reiatsu incinerating even the atmospheric Reishi.
It wasn't a special ability like fire; it was simply that the speed at which he swung his sword was so fast that the friction generated by the blade was unbearable even for Reishi.
The crimson tide is rippling.
A hint of doubt flickered in Shiraishi's eyes. He could feel something on the blade, but not much, like a piece of paper. Was it even effective?
Looking at Szayelaporro's body still in the sink, he thought, "It must have worked."
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These high-tech gadgets are a real nuisance.
Whether or not a kill streak was achieved is a big question.
Thinking of this, Shiraishi disappeared again and reappeared at the bottom of the Research and Development Institute.
Traces of battle remain here.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi somewhat disheveled, his Captain's Haori and black uniform were tattered.
Ignoring everything else, Shiraishi moved closer to Nemu Kurotsuchi, took her hand in his, and asked, "Are you alright? Your fingers are all scraped."
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Nemu Kurotsuchi shook her head.
"Did you let Loly escape?" Shiraishi touched her hand tenderly, then asked Mayuri Kurotsuchi in a stern tone.