I thought it would be the same this time.
As it turned out, his ideas were far too arrogant.
Okita Sōji glanced down; his hand was split open, blood seeping from his palm and staining the bronze hilt of his sword red, the blade trembling slightly.
We've met our match.
He was certain that Dusk Bell's ability had already been activated, reducing the time for dodging and counterattacking by half a second.
This simple fact can be known from the fact that he was able to stand on the wall under the scorching sun.
Okita Sōji his head and saw that the silver-haired man was completely unharmed and was carrying a woman wrapped in white clothes with very prominent breasts and buttocks on his back.
A visible golden vortex of energy swirled around the man, apparently blocking his attack.
Okita Sōji's bright eyes showed seriousness; he realized he had met his nemesis.
His Time Deletion refers to reducing his own time.
That is, the time he spends avoiding enemy attacks and counterattacking is removed, but this removed time still exists.
But neither the enemy nor he could capture it; time would fast forward directly to the result.
That is, he avoids attacks and counter-attacks the enemy.
This ability allows him to easily dodge any attack and also ensures that his attacks will hit the enemy 100% of the time. The advantages are obvious, but there are also disadvantages.
Limited by his own Reiatsu, he was somewhat useless against enemies who were physically strong or possessed some kind of defensive ability.
The man before her undoubtedly belonged to the latter category.
Okita Sōji didn't want to fight such a troublesome enemy, so he took the initiative to make amends, saying, "This is the Shinigami's stronghold. If we continue to fight, it will only benefit the Shinigami. Can we just stop here?"
I'll give you a quick death.
Shiraishi refused to stop. His Spiritual Sense was unable to detect when the enemy attacked, when they moved to the right, or even when the passive ability was activated.
The only thing that is certain is that the enemy's Reiatsu is limited and cannot break through his passive shield.
In that case, just crush them with Reiatsu!
He no longer concealed his Reiatsu and actively released it.
In that instant, Okita Sōji saw the dragon the Roar and was slightly stunned.
The exceptionally bright sunlight then came into view, a dazzling glint of light created by the blazing sun, so beautiful it was almost deadly.
One second of Time Deletion!
Okita Sōji's position shifted to two hundred meters away. Before he could even catch his breath, the blade silently approached his brow.
"So fast!" His face was filled with shock, as if that second hadn't been edited out; the enemy's reaction was beyond his expectations.
In the rush, he could only parry with his sword. The ability of the Dusk Bell consumes a lot of Reiatsu, and it is impossible to use it continuously.
Crack! The Dusk Bell snapped in two; under the sharp blade, it was no harder than a Lay's potato chip.
Okita Sōji's eyes widened; before the scene could even unfold, the blade pierced through his brow and went straight to his brain.
Just like I said before, give them a quick and painless response.
Shiraishi drew his sword, not even glancing at him, and used the Steel Tempest again to return to Nemu Kurotsuchi's side, catching Kūkaku Shiba as she fell to the ground.
"Ah!" It felt like soft dough was pressed against his back, his hands and feet wrapped around him like an octopus, and the warm breath from his gasp was exhaled onto his neck.
Shiraishi remains in a semi-squatting position as the previously collapsed Himalayas are rebuilt.
In times of crisis, the body is more eager to sow seeds than to escape for its own survival.
Shiraishi slowly stood up, looking at Nemu Kurotsuchi on the ground, a hesitation forming in his mind. She seemed seriously injured; taking her away was impossible, but leaving her behind...
To be honest, he was a little reluctant to part with it.
As she hesitated, Nemu Kurotsuchi struggled to open her eyes. The dazzling sunlight, combined with her injuries, made her vision blurry. She could only vaguely make out two people and the dazzling silver light.
She was rescued... Her heart settled, and a faint smile appeared on her pale face. "Go."
Shiraishi pursed his lips.
"Letting her stay is the best option."
Kūkaku Shiba whispered in her ear. She knew a bit about Shinigami and could tell from the adjutant's badge that the woman lying on the ground was the vice-captain of the Twelfth Division.
Such people will not have any problems unless there is solid evidence of betrayal.
"Alright," Shiraishi said, without leaving immediately, expanding his Spiritual Sense to search for Reiatsu.
Among the many Reiatsu in Seireitei, he found Isane Kotetsu's Reiatsu, and he was certain that the General Infirmary was in that direction.
It's quite far from here, and there are so many obstacles blocking the way, slowing down the rescue efforts.
Shiraishi had a renovation plan in mind.
A violent Reiatsu crashed down from the sky behind them; with a bang, the ground exploded, and a towering shadow loomed over the two. " Shiraishi!"
Sajin Komamura roared. He didn't like sneaking up behind the enemy to launch a surprise attack; he preferred to stand fearlessly in front of the enemy and fight honorably.
" Seventh Division!"
Kūkaku Shiba tensed up. She had heard her older brother mention that the current Seventh Division was an extremely tall and terrifying man.
No one knew his true face; the cold mask prevented others from seeing him, and combined with his tall physique, it created a terrifying and oppressive aura.
Seeing it today, it truly exudes an imposing Haki.
"Prepare to die!"
Sajin Komamura drew his sword, but instead of his usual vertical slash, he chose to slash horizontally forward.
Because if it were to be split vertically, it might very well damage Nemu Kurotsuchi on the ground.
Beneath Sajin Komamura's beast-like exterior lies a hidden, delicate gentleness.
Shiraishi, also mindful of Nemu Kurotsuchi on the ground, did not choose to fight head-on on the spot. Instead, he leaped hundreds of meters away and landed on the rooftop of a square building.
A tall figure followed, and he roared with a powerful voice, " Bankai: Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō!"
Bang! Bang! Two enormous hands braced themselves on the rooftop, supporting the Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō's unimaginably massive body.
This tall building only reaches waist-high.
"Hey, put me down!" Kūkaku Shiba shouted immediately, not wanting to be a burden.
Shiraishi didn't stand on ceremony and threw her into the distance before Steel Tempest at Sajin Komamura body.
The Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō's sluggishness became apparent; even though the blade struck first, it was still a few steps too late.
Shiraishi passed through Sajin Komamura and unleashed a backhanded Steel Tempest, a golden ring of energy appearing.
Crack! The barrel-shaped mask shattered, revealing a Shiba Inu head with a serious yet incredibly cute expression.
"What do you want to do?" Sajin Komamura realized something was wrong. That attack could have clearly caused much more damage than just cutting off the mask.
Shiraishi didn't answer. He flashed several miles away with a Steel Tempest, and golden energy emerged from his body, proving that the Gathering Storm had been stacked to two layers.
With a swift movement, the knife fell.
Golden winds swirled from the ground, instantly transforming into a giant tornado that hurtled towards the General Infirmary.
The obstructing walls and houses were all torn up and rolled up, revealing a wide passage to facilitate the Fourth Division's rescue.
Having done all that, Shiraishi didn't linger. He used his Steel Tempest to catch up with the thrown Kūkaku Shiba and laughed loudly, "Let's go."