"Where are you going?"
As Ulquiorra prepares to leave...
"Limitless Sword: Two Severings."
A sword strike bearing insurmountable pressure headed towards him.
Terrifying.
Unstoppable.
And completely... Unavoidable.
He did not have anyti to react at all.
Shimo didn't spare any effort to eliminate him here. Even if it ans throwing a killer move imdiately just after entering the ga.
'Dangerous...'
That was the last thoughts of Ulquiorra before he dissapeared from existence. Scattering into spirit particles that drifted in the air.
...
"Was it that easy?" Shimo mused.
He didn't know if he goes a little bit overboard or the lack of control on his power as his strength soars trendously as ti goes on.
As he ponders on his next move, a scream reverberated in the field.
"Die! Shinigami!!"
A red Cero suddenly ca flying on Shimo.
"Bakudō #81: Dankū. (Splitting Void)" Shimo casted. Narrowing his eyes.
That is... Yammy Llargo?
What's with them?
Appearing here and there. Without any regard for their lives.
While he is lost in thoughts, cracks appeared on the barrier. Clearly getting overwheld by the crimson Cero.
'Not enough huh...'
Well he could just stack it then.
As he willed, the barrier beca even more sturdier. Halting the cero mid-air.
Follow-up incantation was an advanced Kidō technique: after releasing a spell, you could chant again to further amplify its power. It was most commonly used on Bakudō.
Yammy's deep-crimson Cero beam was forced to a dead stop outside the barrier.
"H-How is that possible?!"
Yammy's expression shifted slightly, then his rage flared even harder.
"My charged Cero—!"
Shimo's face remained calm and indifferent, as if he hadn't even registered Yammy as a threat.
It was only the Tenth Espada, after all. With Yammy's current level, Shimo simply didn't care.
The Cero faded, and Yammy's face ca back into view.
"Your attack's over."
"My turn."
Shimo dispelled Dankū, extended his hand, and spoke evenly:
"Seeping crest of turbidity. Arrogant vessel of lunacy. Boil forth and deny. Grow numb and flicker. Disrupt sleep. Crawling queen of iron. Eternally self-destructing doll of mud. Unite. Repulse. Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness!"
A chill of dread surged through Yammy. He reflexively lifted his leg to run—
—but he was already too late.
Shimo raised a finger, pointing straight at him, and murmured:
"Hadō #90: Kurohitsugi. (Black Coffin)"
There was no chance to dodge.
Yammy stared in horror as countless black cubes gathered beneath his feet, rapidly rising upward—
and in the blink of an eye, he was sealed inside a towering black coffin of walls.
Shk—shk—shk—!
Blades of shadow pierced through, instantly skewering Yammy inside!
The wet sound of steel tearing flesh rang out again and again.
The Hierro Yammy prided himself on—his vaunted "steel skin"—was like paper before those shadow blades.
When the Black Coffin vanished, a mangled, blood-soaked Yammy fell from the sky.
His massive body crashed into the ground, kicking up a storm of dust.
"Good thing I held back a little at the crucial mont…"
Shimo muttered to himself. "Otherwise, his potential wouldn't have had room to surface."
He really was curious about what Yammy still had hidden.
According to Yammy's history—
Rage was the source of his power.
The more his fury rose, the bigger he beca… and the stronger he got.
"After being hurt this badly… you should be furious, right?"
The mont the words left Shimo's lips, he felt it—
A vast spiritual pressure surging violently from within the dust below.
"UAAAAAAH!!"
"I'LL KILL YOU!!"
"RAGE—BEAST!!!"
A mad roar thundered up from the crater.
The dense pain wracking Yammy's body clawed at his fragile nerves again and again.
The "drawbacks" of soul-modification techniques beca, in his case, the very trigger for explosive growth.
Pure, extre fury fed him power without end.
Sothing enormous swelled in the dust.
Even from hundreds of ters up, Shimo could feel the pressure rising—
Yammy's spiritual pressure, weakened by injury, surged back under the effects of Resurrección, then began to multiply at a terrifying rate.
In only a few breaths, Yammy's head rose to Shimo's altitude.
Below it, his upper body was absurdly hulking—muscles like carved boulders, ridged and hard.
And lower still, where legs should have been—
grew a centipede-like body.
Twelve thick limbs bristled with heavy black fur, and a brutal tail whipped through the air.
One unconscious sweep of that tail collapsed a high-rise building.
It was almost ironic.
Because every human soul in dozens of kiloters had already been devoured by Hollows, Shimo didn't have to worry about causing new casualties.
After Resurrección, Yammy looked like a hellspawned demon, his feral gaze locked onto Shimo.
Compared to that colossal body, Shimo was an ant.
And with high-speed regeneration, Yammy's wounds rapidly returned to normal.
Yammy raised both thick arms and slapped down toward Shimo in the sky.
A violent gale exploded outward, Shimo's white captain's haori snapping sharply in the wind.
"So it's just raw strength?"
Shimo shook his head, disappointnt flashing in his eyes.
"No speed… What a garbage."
Shing—!
He drew his Zanpakutō.
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