"What are you looking at, Qiye!?"
Little Nel was lying on Qiye's shoulder, curiously glancing in the direction he was staring.
But with her limited vision, she couldn't see anything.
"…It's not coming for me," Qiye muttered.
If it were meant for him, the incoming Reiatsu wouldn't be this weak—it couldn't even match that of Komamura Sajin.And knowing Aizen Sōsuke, if he really wanted to come after him, he'd send at least five Espada at once.
"Huh!?"
Nel, Kadishe, and Bilstein all looked at each other, confused and unaware of what Qiye meant.
But they understood soon enough.
A wave of spiritual pressure was approaching fast.Feeling it, Kadishe and Bilstein's expressions changed drastically. They backed away a few steps and cried out:
"That's Daisle—Nnoitra's Fracción! Damn it! It must be because our spiritual energy leaked earlier...!"
"He's way stronger than us now. We have to get out of here!"
Kadishe turned to Qiye and Nel, pleading:
"Master Qiye, we have to leave! That guy's Nnoitra's right-hand man—and very dangerous."
"That's right!" Bilstein nodded urgently. "If he shows up, Nnoitra himself won't be far behind."
"Nnoitra?" Qiye raised an eyebrow, still not looking at the figure approaching."Tell me… what kind of history do you have with him?"
Kadishe and Bilstein looked like they were about to cry.
But faced with the terrifying Qiye, they had no choice but to set Nel down and speak quietly and pitifully:
"Sir Qiye… this goes back to Lady Nel's past. We'll be quick. She used to be the Third Espada of Las Noches—Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck…"
"Nnoitra hated that. He couldn't accept a woman outranking him… so he ambushed her on a mission."
"In order to protect us, Lady Nel took a direct blow to the forehead from him—that's the scar on her face."
"Since then… she's been stuck in this childlike form…"
They explained the full story.
Qiye raised an eyebrow, bent down to pick up little Nel, tapped her forehead lightly, and teased:
"Idiot. You're too kind for a Hollow. When you run into scum like that, you kill them."
Back then, Nel was the Third Espada, while Nnoitra was only Eighth.
She could've crushed him easily.
But she held back, let a threat live—and paid the price.
Nel looked at Qiye in confusion, not fully understanding his words. So instead, she lowered her head and kept eating Konpeito.
The two Menos looked at Qiye with sad puppy eyes.
Qiye turned and said calmly, "Don't worry. I still need you to guide me through Hueco Mundo. Leave this one to me."
Kadishe and Bilstein gave bitter smiles, glancing nervously at the approaching figure.
Sure, Qiye was incredibly strong. He could beat them without breaking a sweat, so he'd likely win this fight too.
But what about Nnoitra?
That guy was now the Fifth Espada—and nearly as powerful as Nel was in her prime.
"Three worthless strays. Are you just waiting to die?"
Daisle stopped, glaring coldly at Nel and the others.
"You dare wander outside Las Noches? Even though you're trash now, I'll kill you here—so you don't cause more problems for Lord Nnoitra."
Then he noticed Qiye nearby. His expression shifted slightly.
"Shinigami? No… a human?"
Qiye had a physical body—clearly not a soul reaper.
"Who are you!? How did a human get here!?"
Qiye ignored him.
He gently lifted Nel onto his shoulders and looked at Daisle, smiling faintly.
(TLnote-thats so cute)
"…Didn't Aizen tell you about me?"
"Lord Aizen!?"
Daisle's pupils shrank. A bad feeling crept into his chest.
Aizen Sōsuke ruled Hueco Mundo now—feared as its king.
But this human… spoke of him with complete disrespect.
Suddenly—
Daisle's face went pale.
His mind raced, connecting the dots.
He pointed at Qiye, horrified.
"You… are you the invader Aizen ordered us to find!?"
Qiye smiled.
"Yeah. Did that guy say anything else about me?"
He could just imagine Aizen's fury. That man probably wanted to rip his eyes out for research.
If Qiye hadn't escaped the Garganta when he did, he'd be dead already.
Daisle took an unconscious step back.
He remembered now—exactly what Aizen had warned them about…
Panic began to grip Daisle.
He swallowed hard, broke into a cold sweat, and without another word, turned and sprinted toward Las Noches.
"That monster…! Aizen said it would take multiple Espada to bring him down! There's no way I can fight him alone!"
The more he thought about it, the more fear surged in his chest.
Suddenly, under the stunned gazes of Nel, Kadishe, and Bilstein, Daisle drew his Zanpakutō and roared:
"Ambush! Fang Armor!"
In a flash, a massive surge of Vice-Captain-class Reiatsu erupted from his body.
His previously handsome appearance was gone, replaced by a towering three-meter-tall Menos form with dark red skin and sharp tusks—like a mutated war boar.
He panted, releasing twin clouds of white mist from his nostrils.
But even in this transformed state, Daisle had no intention of fighting Nanaya.
He simply ran faster.
While dashing away, he twisted around and yelled:
"Eat this—Cero!"
His left eye glowed crimson as he gathered dense spiritual energy, compressing it into a blazing red beam.
Qiye chuckled.
The Rinnegan shimmered in his eyes, and with a burst of green Reiatsu, Susanoo began to take shape.
A violent, upper-body manifestation emerged—towering, wreathed in green flames like a demon god.
"Perfect timing," Qiye grinned. "Let me test out this new power."
It was the newly awakened ability of his Mangekyō Sharingan—Susanoo, fused with Hollow spiritual energy.
It took on the appearance of Uchiha Shisui's Susanoo from Naruto—now twisted into a Hollow-imbued version, wild and blazing.
BOOM!
The Cero collided with Susanoo.
The sky lit up like midday thunder, and the shockwave blasted the sand in every direction.
But the blast barely left a mark.
Susanoo's third-stage armor held firm. Not even a crack appeared.
Daisle inhaled sharply.
His full-power Cero had done nothing.
Qiye's voice rang out coldly:
"Susanoo—Ninety-Nine."
With that, the chest of the green Susanoo opened like a furnace, revealing a glowing red core that morphed into an energy bow.
"ABUARUARU…"
Ninety-nine green arrows surged forth.
Like a meteor shower, they streaked across the sky, their speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Daisle screamed in desperation. Pouring all his remaining spiritual energy into his left arm, he shouted:
"Tooth Shield!!"
A white boar-tusk-like armor encased his arm, forming a last-ditch defense.
He raised it desperately, trying to shield himself.
But it was hopeless.
When the storm of arrows passed, Daisle's eyes went blank—and his massive body crashed into the white sands.
Ninety-nine arrows.
All of them hit their mark.
Qiye shook his head, unimpressed.
"Too weak. Didn't even block a single one."
He dismissed Susanoo, took a single step forward, and in a blink appeared beside the body.
Looking down, he smirked:
"Still, not useless. Vice-Captain level strength and a boar's face? From today, you'll be my beast."
Casually, Qiye summoned the King of Hell.
The spectral maw opened wide, devouring Daisle's corpse whole—crunching it between its jaws.
Meanwhile, inside Las Noches.
Aizen Sōsuke's gaze sharpened.
Beside him stood Ichimaru Gin, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Nnoitra, and other powerful Arrancar.
(TLnote-the avengers assemble)
Anyone with decent spiritual perception had felt it—the moment Daisle died.
Their expressions shifted.
The First Espada, Starrk, lazily scratched his head and sighed.
"Man… someone's making a mess again already?"
He could clearly sense that the Reiatsu didn't belong to any Hollow—but a human. Or maybe a Shinigami.
Ulquiorra turned to Aizen, voice low and cold:
"Is that the invader you mentioned, Lord Aizen?"
Grimmjow clenched his jaw, frustration burning behind his eyes as he held his newly healed arm.
If he hadn't been injured… he wouldn't be able to stand by and watch.
But none were more furious than Nnoitra.
Golden spiritual energy erupted from his body in a violent storm.
He raised his head, screaming into the endless sky:
"You bastard!! You killed Daisle!! I'll rip you apart!!"
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