I stood poised, my body radiating with an immense amount of spiritual energy that seemed to make the air around me vibrate. Yammy and Nnoitra charged towards me, their faces contorted in anger and determination.
Yammy lunged forward with a massive fist, but I barely had to move to evade it. His attack was slow and predictable, and my speed and agility allowed me to easily dodge it.
In one swift motion, I countered with a powerful punch to his gut that sent him reeling backwards.
“Oh!” He groaned as he gathered himself.
Nnoitra's weapon sliced through the air, but I leapt gracefully into the air. The blade missed me by a hair length as I landed back on the ground.
"Ha! You're too slow," I taunted, my confidence soaring as I felt the power growing within me.
I could sense Nnoitra's growing irritation as he watched from a distance, his weapon at the ready.
"You're fast, kid, I'll give you that," Nnoitra sneered. "But you're not strong enough to take on both of us."
I smirked, feeling a surge of power coursing through my veins. "We'll see about that."
As Yammy charged forward once more, I dodged his massive fists with ease, my body blurring with speed. With a quick spin, I landed a precise kick to his side, sending him staggering backwards.
"You're a lot slower than you look." I taunted, grinning as I evaded his next attempt to strike me.
Nnoitra's frustration boiled over as he gathered an immense amount of spiritual energy, causing the air around him to crackle with electricity. His body was soon surrounded by a pulsating yellow aura, and I could feel the pressure in the air increasing.
Then, with a sudden burst of power, Nnoitra lifted his sword, "Santa Teresa," high above his head.
"Pray." He shouted, his voice echoing through the battlefield.
As he released his resurreccion, a surge of spiritual energy erupted from the empty space of his top blade.
Nnoitra sprouted an extra set of arms, each one taking on an insect-like carapace and ending in clawed hands. In each hand, he held a large scythe-like weapon.
But that wasn't all - a golden marking extended from his forehead to below his right eye, and a pair of horns sprouted from his head, resembling a crescent moon, with his left horn longer than his right.
But I remained unfazed, my confidence bolstered by my newfound power. "Is that all you've got?" I taunted, launching myself at Nnoitra with a flurry of strikes.
He tried to land a good cut on me with his now longer range, but I was simply too quick for him.
Meanwhile, Yammy could no longer contain his annoyance. "Quit playing around, Nnoitra," he growled. "Just crush him already!"
Nnoitra swung his scythe-like weapons with renewed vigor, but it was clear that he was no match for my speed and agility. I taunted him with a grin, relishing in his growing anger.
"You're not even worth my time." I said, goading him further.
Yammy seethed with anger, his fists clenching as he watched me toy with his fellow Espada. "I'll show you what happens when you ignore me." He roared, charging towards me with all his might.
For a moment, Yammy's power surged as he prepared to release his resurrección, and I braced myself for the onslaught. Nnoitra, too, waited eagerly for the opportunity to strike like a mantis.
“I’m going to kill you.” His face was a mask of an unfathomable anger.
However, just as I was preparing, a figure appeared beside Yammy, a hand resting gently on his shoulder.
It was Ulquiorra, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Yammy's seething anger.
"That's enough, Yammy." He said in a calm, measured voice. “Lord Aizen will be displeased if you destroy a part of his castle again.”
Yammy grumbled, but his anger and power dissipated as he looked at Ulquiorra. "Fine." He said begrudgingly as he turned to me. "We'll play another time."
“Fine.” I conceded, releasing my new etapa and almost stumbling because of the height change and the lack of support from my tail.
"We'll end this another time, Nnoitra." I said, my voice dripping with confidence.
Nnoitra snorted dismissively. "Don't get too cocky, little snake. Next time, I will have new tricks up my sleeve." He said, not releasing his resureccion as he turned and walked away.
“I need to hit Grimmjow a bit.” I heard him mutter.
I gave a final nod to Ulquiorra and Yammy, intrigued by how Yammy seemed to hear everything Ulquiorra said. It was a mystery to me how even Stark, the most lazy and powerful Espada, could not control such a brute.
As I retreated, I caught the gaze of Harribel. Her eyes glinted with a strange light while Stark by her side flashed me a knowing smile.
It piqued my curiosity, but I chose to ignore it and continued my journey back to my quarters.
As I approached my door, I noticed my subordinates waiting for me. They looked anxious and fidgety, as if they were worried about my exposition.
Aonte
The mc was too eager to get a new power and because of this everyone in las noches now knows about the segunda etapa of a resurrección.
This chapter has been the one I have edited more, I can't just be satisfied by the fight.
Omake: Parakeet
Sado Yasutora stood proudly in front of Renato, showing him his new parakeet.
“It can speak, huh.” Renato said, looking at the bird.
“Yes.” Sado responded proudly.
Renato looked at the parakeet with a knowing stare. “I think I have seen it before.”
“And I have seen you stalking a young girl.” The parakeet responded, not wanting Sado to know about the problems around his past owners.
Renato stood up and turned to Sado with serious face. “You should cook it.”
I stood poised, my body radiating with an immense amount of spiritual energy that seemed to make the air around me vibrate. Yammy and Nnoitra charged towards me, their faces contorted in anger and determination.
Yammy lunged forward with a massive fist, but I barely had to move to evade it. His attack was slow and predictable, and my speed and agility allowed me to easily dodge it.
In one swift motion, I countered with a powerful punch to his gut that sent him reeling backwards.
“Oh!” He groaned as he gathered himself.
Nnoitra's weapon sliced through the air, but I leapt gracefully into the air. The blade missed me by a hair length as I landed back on the ground.
"Ha! You're too slow," I taunted, my confidence soaring as I felt the power growing within me.
I could sense Nnoitra's growing irritation as he watched from a distance, his weapon at the ready.
"You're fast, kid, I'll give you that," Nnoitra sneered. "But you're not strong enough to take on both of us."
I smirked, feeling a surge of power coursing through my veins. "We'll see about that."
As Yammy charged forward once more, I dodged his massive fists with ease, my body blurring with speed. With a quick spin, I landed a precise kick to his side, sending him staggering backwards.
"You're a lot slower than you look." I taunted, grinning as I evaded his next attempt to strike me.
Nnoitra's frustration boiled over as he gathered an immense amount of spiritual energy, causing the air around him to crackle with electricity. His body was soon surrounded by a pulsating yellow aura, and I could feel the pressure in the air increasing.
Then, with a sudden burst of power, Nnoitra lifted his sword, "Santa Teresa," high above his head.
"Pray." He shouted, his voice echoing through the battlefield.
As he released his resurreccion, a surge of spiritual energy erupted from the empty space of his top blade.
Nnoitra sprouted an extra set of arms, each one taking on an insect-like carapace and ending in clawed hands. In each hand, he held a large scythe-like weapon.
But that wasn't all - a golden marking extended from his forehead to below his right eye, and a pair of horns sprouted from his head, resembling a crescent moon, with his left horn longer than his right.
But I remained unfazed, my confidence bolstered by my newfound power. "Is that all you've got?" I taunted, launching myself at Nnoitra with a flurry of strikes.
He tried to land a good cut on me with his now longer range, but I was simply too quick for him.
Meanwhile, Yammy could no longer contain his annoyance. "Quit playing around, Nnoitra," he growled. "Just crush him already!"
Nnoitra swung his scythe-like weapons with renewed vigor, but it was clear that he was no match for my speed and agility. I taunted him with a grin, relishing in his growing anger.
"You're not even worth my time." I said, goading him further.
Yammy seethed with anger, his fists clenching as he watched me toy with his fellow Espada. "I'll show you what happens when you ignore me." He roared, charging towards me with all his might.
For a moment, Yammy's power surged as he prepared to release his resurrección, and I braced myself for the onslaught. Nnoitra, too, waited eagerly for the opportunity to strike like a mantis.
“I’m going to kill you.” His face was a mask of an unfathomable anger.
However, just as I was preparing, a figure appeared beside Yammy, a hand resting gently on his shoulder.
It was Ulquiorra, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Yammy's seething anger.
"That's enough, Yammy." He said in a calm, measured voice. “Lord Aizen will be displeased if you destroy a part of his castle again.”
Yammy grumbled, but his anger and power dissipated as he looked at Ulquiorra. "Fine." He said begrudgingly as he turned to me. "We'll play another time."
“Fine.” I conceded, releasing my new etapa and almost stumbling because of the height change and the lack of support from my tail.
"We'll end this another time, Nnoitra." I said, my voice dripping with confidence.
Nnoitra snorted dismissively. "Don't get too cocky, little snake. Next time, I will have new tricks up my sleeve." He said, not releasing his resureccion as he turned and walked away.
“I need to hit Grimmjow a bit.” I heard him mutter.
I gave a final nod to Ulquiorra and Yammy, intrigued by how Yammy seemed to hear everything Ulquiorra said. It was a mystery to me how even Stark, the most lazy and powerful Espada, could not control such a brute.
As I retreated, I caught the gaze of Harribel. Her eyes glinted with a strange light while Stark by her side flashed me a knowing smile.
It piqued my curiosity, but I chose to ignore it and continued my journey back to my quarters.
As I approached my door, I noticed my subordinates waiting for me. They looked anxious and fidgety, as if they were worried about my exposition.
Aonte
The mc was too eager to get a new power and because of this everyone in las noches now knows about the segunda etapa of a resurrección.
This chapter has been the one I have edited more, I can't just be satisfied by the fight.
Omake: Parakeet
Sado Yasutora stood proudly in front of Renato, showing him his new parakeet.
“It can speak, huh.” Renato said, looking at the bird.
“Yes.” Sado responded proudly.
Renato looked at the parakeet with a knowing stare. “I think I have seen it before.”
“And I have seen you stalking a young girl.” The parakeet responded, not wanting Sado to know about the problems around his past owners.
Renato stood up and turned to Sado with serious face. “You should cook it.”
