In front of Silbern’s gates, Bazz-B unleashed wave after wave of roaring flames, locked in a fierce battle with a white-haired kid whose Zanpakutō exuded a chilling aura.
Facing this boy, a surge of unspoken regret rose in Bazz-B’s chest. He couldn’t help cursing himself—why did he have to run his mouth?
That boy was Tōshirō Hitsugaya.
At first, Bazz-B had the upper hand, confidently suppressing his opponent with the overwhelming nature of his flames. Riding high on that momentum, he arrogantly threw around taunts like "brat," flaunting his dominance.
He’d even considered sounding the Shinigami out, to see if they’d team up and take down Yhwach together.
But the moment he opened his mouth, that "brat" completely lost it.
Hitsugaya erupted with a surge of Reiatsu and activated his Bankai on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, the boy who had barely stood at 1.3 meters transformed into a tall, striking young man over 1.8 meters.
Bazz-B felt a shiver run through him—not just mentally, but physically too.
The cold emanating from Daiguren Hyōrinmaru was far more intense than that of any typical ice-type Zanpakutō. Every time the freezing air got close, it left his entire body stiff and numb. The bone-chilling sensation was beyond words.
This is bad. If this keeps up, I might actually lose... Damn that Shinigami brat!
"Vollständig: Igniel!!"
Bazz-B roared.
A cone-shaped five-pointed star appeared above his head, and rod-like wings sprouted from his back.
Grinning with a feral edge, he shouted,
"Brat, you really think I’m scared of you?! Shut up and listen when someone’s talking!!"
As a Quincy who had followed Yhwach since a thousand years ago, and one who had continually grown stronger through Haschwalth’s soul-sharing ability, his power ranked among the Sternritter’s elite—just below the Schutzstaffel.
He was just about to teach this arrogant kid a lesson when—
SPLASH!!!
A swirling torrent of water suddenly burst down from the sky and sent him flying.
"Harribel..."
Hitsugaya frowned at the figure that appeared beside him, clicking his tongue in annoyance.
Harribel remained calm as she addressed him.
"Captain Hitsugaya, are you alright? This Quincy’s ability seems better suited for me to handle."
Hitsugaya blinked in surprise.
The Queen of Hueco Mundo was unexpectedly polite—a stark contrast to Masatsuki Aozaki.
Were they really husband and wife?
That thought made Hitsugaya grit his teeth.
"That guy Masatsuki could really learn a thing or two from you."
Just picturing Masatsuki’s smug face stirred irritation in his chest.
Harribel frowned slightly, clearly displeased by the comment. She stared silently at Hitsugaya, her face expressionless, but her eyes carried a faint trace of disapproval.
Realizing he’d stepped out of line, Hitsugaya immediately shut his mouth, wary of provoking the Queen of Hueco Mundo.
Raising the short sword in her hand, Harribel said coolly,
"Captain Hitsugaya, Masatsuki-sama is our lord. As his subordinates, it’s only right we show respect."
Hitsugaya’s expression soured.
That guy’s always calling me a kid, but I say one thing back and I’m the bad guy? How is that fair?
He opened his mouth to argue, but Harribel’s cold stare silenced him instantly.
"Yes..."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya lowered his head and forced the word out from deep within.
He knew better than to offend the Queen of Hueco Mundo—there was no telling what the consequences might be. Everyone in the Seireitei knew just how serious she was.
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