They were nothing but a pack of trash.
Grimmjow ground his fangs as if he were chewing something to pieces.
A pack of trash...
They should have been there to witness his future.
And now they were dying.
Yylfordt Granz... Grimmjow sensed Yylfordt Granz's Reiatsu. That was where Muten Natsu was headed.
Only one piece of trash was left.
Grimmjow vanished and used Sonído to appear in front of the spreading trail of ink, his claws slashing at the figure moving through it.
"Getsuga..." A sharp, wild cry rang out at his side as an blue crescent came hurtling toward him. "Tenshō!"
Grimmjow was struck by the crescent, and his body lurched off course. His claws missed the figure passing through the ink.
Half of Ichigo Kurosaki's face was covered by a grotesque mask, while the exposed half wore an even more twisted grin.
After killing Shawlong Koufang, he still was not satisfied, and had come looking for someone stronger. Grimmjow.
When he realized Getsuga Tenshō had failed to injure his opponent, Ichigo Kurosaki let out a mad laugh and swung Zangetsu.
Grimmjow caught Zangetsu in one hand, jerked his arm, and dragged Ichigo Kurosaki close before thrusting his open palm forward like a blade into his chest.
Pfft!
Ichigo Kurosaki's body was pierced through, blood spraying from his back, yet he seemed not to notice at all. He gripped Zangetsu's hilt tightly, while the silver ring in his left hand blazed with light as violent Reishi gathered and burst out in a frenzy.
The thunderous roar came one after another, deafening like a lightning strike from a clear sky.
A storm of Reishi howled up and completely swallowed both of them.
"El..." Yasutora Sado, who had been chasing after them, clenched his fist and rushed into the storm without hesitation, throwing himself between the two. "...Directo!"
With one punch, he sent Grimmjow flying. Yasutora Sado stood in front of Ichigo Kurosaki, and the patterns on the shield armor covering his right arm twisted and shifted, preparing for another strike. Bang!
The sturdy shield shattered completely. Grimmjow's attack slammed into Yasutora Sado's right arm, breaking bone and tearing muscle.
Reiatsu burst from Grimmjow's fingertips as he swung his claws and ripped Yasutora Sado's arm off.
Ichigo Kurosaki raised Zangetsu with a savage grin, his dull yellow eyes wide open. He actually ignored Yasutora Sado standing in front of him and tried to cut both Yasutora Sado and Grimmjow in half with a single slash.
"Sto... stop..." Ichigo Kurosaki's expression suddenly changed. His right hand loosened on the hilt, and he struggled to tear the half mask off his face. "Id... idiot!"
His expression twisted for a moment, then turned blank.
The bone white substance on his left arm faded away together with the mask, and Ichigo Kurosaki toppled backward as if all strength had left him.
Grimmjow's claw stopped in midair. His body vanished in an instant as he used Sonído to rush toward Yylfordt Granz.
Muten Natsu was already closing in on Yylfordt Granz!
With Ururu Tsumugiya skewered on the horn atop his head, Yylfordt Granz fixed his gaze on Jinta Hanakari as the boy leaped into the air.
Jinta Hanakari shot up into the sky, raising his enormous spiked club over his head.
"Hmph!" Yylfordt Granz threw his head back and flung Ururu Tsumugiya off his horn toward Jinta Hanakari.
Jinta Hanakari reached out and caught Ururu Tsumugiya, forcing his attack to stop.
At that exact moment, the sharp horn aimed at the two children's bodies and drove straight at them.
"Some no Mai, Tsukishiro!"
A disc of moonlight seemed to bloom across the ground as gentle, pure white light shot into the sky and surged toward Yylfordt Granz.
Sensing the icy chill, Yylfordt Granz used Sonído to retreat. After dodging the ice pillar, he accelerated again in an instant, carrying a fierce gust of wind with him as he smashed straight through it. The pillar shattered, and he kept charging toward Jinta Hanakari with almost no loss of speed.
"Santen Kesshun!" A golden barrier appeared in front of the two children, but it only held for a moment.
A savage gleam flared in Yylfordt Granz's eyes. First he would kill these two brats, then the newly arrived nuisance, and then. Slash!
His field of vision suddenly opened up. The edge of the mask and the sharp horn that had been in his sight somehow vanished without warning.
Yylfordt Granz staggered two steps in midair and felt warm liquid running down.
Ah...
Yylfordt Granz raised his head. What he had just seen was not an illusion.
Right before his attack struck the two children, he had seen something that looked almost unreal.
Because it was too fast.
A streak of black light rose from the ground and swept past at a speed he could not react to, like a flash of pitch black lightning. So fast it made him doubt it had even been real.
But it was real.
Inside the flowing spiritual ink, with his body's movements reduced to the bare minimum, Muten Natsu had been able to finish charging Myōki while in motion.
He crossed that great distance, and the instant he arrived, Myōki's charge was complete.
Then all that stored power erupted at once, sweeping past in silence and splitting Yylfordt Granz's face open.
"Looks like I..." Muten Natsu stood in the air and raised Myōki in his hand. "Overestimated your speed."
Muten Natsu had originally thought Yylfordt Granz would be a little faster. If he had been, then Muten Natsu's attack from the ground would have taken his head clean off.
But Yylfordt Granz had been one instant too slow, so Myōki only shaved off his face.
"You... die!" Yylfordt Granz roared and charged at Muten Natsu. Without his horn, he still had his teeth. "Die!!!"
"This time... I won't miss." Muten Natsu swung Myōki and brought it down in a single stroke.
A graceful arc of light flashed and disappeared. Yylfordt Granz's body split in two, and between the parted flesh and blood stood Grimmjow alone.
The last piece of trash... was dead too.
Nothing but a bunch of damn trash.
Damn... trash.
Damn it!!!
"Muten Natsu!!!" The air behind Grimmjow exploded as he accelerated in an instant and shot straight at him, intent on tearing Muten Natsu to pieces.
He would make Muten Natsu die just like that trash...
"You said you wanted to see my Bankai, so... as you wished." Muten Natsu gripped Bokukō's hilt with both hands in reverse, aimed the tip at his own chest, and drove it down. "Bankai. Rin'en Bokukō!"
The tip touched Muten Natsu's chest and melted into black spiritual ink that spilled downward.
More spiritual ink poured from Muten Natsu's outstretched arms, cascading from the sky like a waterfall.
The instant that waterfall of spiritual ink touched the ground, every trace left behind by the Bokukō Gigai connected together. The ink trails linked with one another and greedily absorbed the Reishi of Karakura Town, this heavily spiritual land.
Along with a high and far reaching cry, Rin'en Bokukō emerged from within the ink where it had been swimming. An enormous head covered in wildly growing scales and armor burst out of the cascading spiritual ink, opened its ferocious jaws, revealed rows of jagged fangs like mountain peaks, and bit down on the roaring Grimmjow!
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