Harribel was lost in memories of Masatsuki Aozaki, her thoughts surging like waves.
Suddenly, Senran's voice pulled her back to reality, her clear eyes filled with confusion.
Senran let out a soft sigh, patted Harribel on the shoulder, and gently reassured her,
"It's okay, take your time getting used to it. My sister... isn't exactly normal."
As if recalling some unpleasant memories, Senran's expression twisted in pain, and she clenched her teeth in frustration.
She then began to pour out her grievances to Harribel, complaining about how Masatsuki Aozaki and Banshō always ganged up on her and bullied her.
Surprisingly, Harribel, who was usually reserved, had now taken on the role of a kind and understanding older sister.
She listened patiently, offering gentle comfort to Senran's wounded heart.
Meanwhile, Ulquiorra stood off to the side, completely ignored.
He remained motionless, his gaze empty, as if nothing in this world concerned him.
The sudden shift in the atmosphere caught him off guard, leaving his usually rational mind in disarray.
Staring at these three women who had inexplicably grown close, Ulquiorra found himself utterly baffled. f\ree webn ovel(.)com
He couldn't understand how things had escalated to this point, so he simply stopped paying attention and instead turned his thoughts to something far more important—
the meaning of emptiness.
...
Looking at the four troublesome "problem children" before him, Masatsuki Aozaki let out a long, exasperated sigh.
Shaking his head, he rubbed his temples before speaking with a wry smile,
"It's getting late. If this drags on any longer, I'm going to run out of patience."
"Alright, alright, enough chit-chat. Let's get this fight started!"
After the brief exchange, Banshō clapped her hands lightly before grabbing Senran and leaping backward.
At the same time, her previously bright and playful smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp and battle-hardened intensity—an aura reminiscent of Masatsuki himself in combat.
Masatsuki Aozaki watched her quietly, a faint trace of admiration flickering in his eyes.
He understood exactly what Banshō was trying to do, which was why he hadn't interrupted their conversation earlier.
The bond between the three women had been steadily growing, and with it came a natural sense of trust and understanding.
Now, it was time to stop wasting time.
The atmosphere on the battlefield grew tense in an instant.
The four of them took their positions, forming two opposing sides.
Their gazes sharpened, each prepared to launch a decisive strike at any moment.
Banshō let out a small sigh, her voice deliberately lowered as she spoke,
"My sister and I have a combat power of 10,000, while yours isn't even 1,000. You two should just surrender while you still can."
...
Are you kidding me? Combat power? What is this, Dragon Ball?!
What's next, shooting energy blasts from your hands?
This is the world of Bleach—can you at least show some respect for Reiatsu?!
Masatsuki Aozaki's eye twitched violently.
A sudden impulse surged through him—he wanted nothing more than to grab this mischievous woman, throw her over his lap, and give her a good spanking!
As if sensing his sharp gaze, Banshō instinctively reached back and touched her own rear.
"Will Masatsuki hit me...?"
Banshō muttered to herself with a hint of anticipation, but before she could dwell on it, Harribel had already launched her attack.
Puff, puff, puff!
With the distinct sound of Sonído echoing through the air, Harribel, wielding her massive sword, charged forward like a storm.
As the distance between them shrank to less than two meters, she suddenly leaped into the air.
Her greatsword carried an unstoppable force, cleaving down toward Banshō from above!
Too slow!
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