Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

I don’t know whether the enemy will answer or not, but someone has already given the answer to the question.

"What depressing words are you talking to me about, Stark!" A little girl with green hair kicked Stark down from the sky, pointed sideways at Arronillo and continued: "Don't take care of this guy. Will you be convinced after a meal?"

"Stark, Lilynite!" Sunsun was relieved, "You are here!"

"Hey, Sun Sun!" Stark didn't seem angry at all. He lay on his side and waved to the three of them with his back, "I've kept you waiting for a long time, so leave it to me!"

Can it really be entrusted? Haiyan felt an inexplicable distrust in her heart.

The girl named Lilynette reacted even more violently, and stepped on Stark's head again, saying with hatred: "It's not you who is procrastinating! Also, don't leave it to 'me', It's us!"

The corners of Jackie's eyes couldn't help but twitch a few times, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange. Also, are these two people really reliable?

Turning his gaze to Sun Sun, the latter did not speak, but silently lifted his sword. This is the best explanation. She is no longer needed on the battlefield, or they do not need their attention.

Stark and Lilynite here were still arguing about 'me' or 'us'. Aaronillo suddenly let out a ferocious laugh, interrupted the two people's argument and said arrogantly: "Your There is no point in arguing. Anyway..."

"They will all be devoured by us anyway!"

The crimson light gathered in front of his chest. Haiyan assured that this was the largest virtual flash he had ever seen. It only condensed in a hurry and was almost as huge as Aronillo himself.

Having devoured nearly three thousand Hollows and inherited their spiritual pressure and abilities, Aronillo believed that his spiritual pressure far exceeded everyone present.

As a Killian, he cannot release Wang Xu's False Flash like the other Ten Blades, but he is confident that with the spiritual pressure of more than 3,000 Xus, his False Flash will not be weaker than Wang Xu's False Flash!

Don't turn it into ashes, otherwise, you will lose the fun of enjoying it.

The sudden burst of virtual flashes that filled the entire space also made Haiyan and others understand that the opponent was indeed just torturing them as if they were toying with prey.

"careful!"

Haiyan reminded loudly, although Stark stood up again, he seemed to be asleep, standing motionless, about to be engulfed by the terrifying red.

"Don't you want to deal with this guy, Stark?" Lilinite asked in a deep voice. Stark beside her had an expressionless face, but it could be seen that he was a little more serious than before.

He didn't see any movement. A group of blue light quickly condensed in the dark hole under the collarbone. Then, with almost no gap, it turned into a beam of light and collided with the opponent's virtual flash.

The huge amount of spiritual pressure exploded out of control in an instant, and the huge roar made the heart hurt. The gentle wind seemed to turn into a wall, hitting people's heads again and again.

But even so, the three people behind Stark did not receive a more serious impact, and the sound and wind and waves were not even the aftermath of the explosion.

This can only explain one problem. When both Arrancars used virtual flash, the guy named Stark took the lead even though he struck later, completely shifting the direction of the explosion to the other side.

This is really unheard of. As a Shinigami, he is naturally very familiar with Daxu's signature skill - Void Flash. He can condense a large amount of spiritual pressure and then release it in one go. While the power is huge, the preparation time is also very long.

In other words, the power of the false flash is directly proportional to the preparation time. The false flash released by Aronillo is already terrifying. This Arrancar named Stark can hardly even condense it properly. Can it be countered?

If he concentrates well, how terrifying will the virtual flash he releases be? Die Zhong, can he come next?

Many questions came to Haiyan's mind, but this was not a good time to ask questions, and it was not easy for him to ask Stark these questions directly.

"Ah, although it's troublesome, it doesn't feel necessary." Stark patted the back of his head and asked helplessly: "You won't stop the meaningless behavior of devouring the same kind, right?"

"Ah?" Aaroniro was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Isn't it our destiny to devour the same kind and continue to evolve? You should be the Achucas-level Daxu. If you can't make it to the end, One step, and that’s failure.”

"It's desperate, right?" Arronillo spread his hands flat, "But I am different from you. I will evolve infinitely. Do you understand, you will all be the nourishment for my evolution!"

"Very hopeless..." Stark sighed softly and looked at Lilynite beside him, "right?"

"What the hell were you expecting, Stark."

Lilynite looked a little disdainful, and then lowered her head and murmured to herself: "No one will ever understand us like Choizuka, who understands us..."

Lonely……

Stark is special. From the moment he regains consciousness, he is alone. No one can get close to him. Beings that stray into his territory will disappear on their own and become nutrients for his evolution.

Hunting is a hope for other Yachukas, a difficulty that must be overcome without any choice, and a fate of retreat if they don't advance.

But for Stark, this is a burden. Hueco Mundo is already lonely, and the Hueco Mundo that belongs to him is even more silent. It's like a frog jumping out of a deep well. Although it has seen a wider world, it still feels like it is in that small world.

"Oh, I'm really afraid of trouble. Devouring my own kind and becoming a king or something like that would be extremely troublesome."

Stark said, gently caressing Lilinite's forehead with his right hand, but staring at Aronillo in front of him, "Obviously they are all the same kind, but their goal is to make themselves unique. The value of the word "similar" is different. What is it?”

"Hahaha, how can we be the same kind? The ten blades represent the power of death and death. I represent swallowing. This is the identity given to us by Hueco Mundo. Everyone is lonely."

Aronillo's answer was correct. Stark once thought so too, and he also resisted this damn loneliness until that man appeared in front of him.

"It's really not easy to be by your side. You are very unique."

"Didn't you just come over here, Death?" Stark's first impression of this man was not good. "Are you here to kill me? I don't like fighting, but I won't just sit back and die. If you really I'm very strong, so it's not bad to die in your hands. On the other hand, I won't be soft and let you go."

The man smiled and rubbed his nose, "Like you, I don't like fighting. Of course, I think you are also similar to me, that is, you like to have companions."

"You are the one chosen by loneliness. You must be very distressed, right?"