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"Haven't you finished the mission yet?"
"Looks like I've been too kind to them lately."
A Western-style longsword fell—followed by a massive body crashing into the sand, quickly swallowed by Hueco Mundo's ever-shifting dunes.
This was the desolate wasteland of Hueco Mundo.
On the pale yellow sand, a man stood: military cap angled low, round-framed spirit communicator glasses perched on a sharp nose, and a short white Quincy mantle swaying in the spiritual wind.
His features were lean, sharp—arched eyebrows, thin lips curved in cold arrogance.
Cherokee Opie.
One of the Sternritter, elite knights of the Wandenreich, under His Majesty Yhwach's banner. Official designation: "J" – The Jail.
Captain of the Hueco Mundo suppression unit.
With practiced grace, he drew out a handkerchief and wiped clean his western blade—its edge still steaming from the reishi disintegration of the Adjuchas he'd just slain.
He didn't even glance at the Hollow's rapidly vanishing corpse as he stepped over it.
To him, killing Hollows was as routine as breathing.
"As expected," he muttered, voice detached.
"Chronological indiscipline is a vice. No respect for time... no value for life."
"Execution is the only cure."
His tone sharpened.
"Don't you agree—little Arrancar?"
All around, silence.
It felt as if he were speaking to the air.
But his sharp blue gaze cut toward a large stone formation in the distance.
"You've been watching for a while," he said calmly.
"Bit late to pretend you're part of the background now."
Cherokee raised his sword, footsteps deliberate as he approached the boulder.
Behind it, a small figure curled into itself, trembling ever so slightly.
"An Adjuchas-class Arrancar, no doubt," he mused aloud.
"Should qualify for the Hueco Mundo harvest operation."
"But you... you're strange."
"For your level, your Reiatsu should at least rival a seated Gotei 13 officer. But yours is so faint… almost pitiful."
He narrowed his eyes behind the glasses.
"Anomalous... defective?"
Hueco Mundo's suppression squads weren't pure Quincy units.
The Wandenreich had long ago started incorporating subjugated Hollows—even Arrancar—into their experimental forces. Many were offered a simple ultimatum: serve, or be annihilated. The few who passed the "entry trial" were indoctrinated into the ranks.
In the end, results mattered more than origin. Yhwach desired warriors, not purists.
"But you," he continued coldly, "are a blemish. Your kind shouldn't exist."
"I'll end it for you."
He raised his sword.
But paused.
His head turned, sensing the fluctuation.
A Garganta was opening behind him. Through the shimmering rip, pale light spilled into the desert.
Someone had arrived.
Not his subordinates.
"…?"
He narrowed his eyes as the silhouette stepped through.
Not either of those two pure-blood Quincy fools.
"Hmph."
"They failed? Tch... useless."
"A single half-blooded Quincy was too much for them?"
He adjusted his glasses, tone unreadable.
"I sent two Sternritter to eliminate trash. Yet the trash walks through the gate unscathed?"
Not a single scratch.
His eyes scanned the figure.
"…Interesting."
The Gate of Crossing sealed behind him.
Kanbaru's eyes flickered.
In front of him, a cascade of system entries scrolled:
> [The Hulk turned and smiled. The Black Widow sensed danger.]
[Observe this bastard closely.]
[Sternritter "J" – Cherokee Opie, The Jail. Special ability: entraps targets within an inescapable prison of Reishi.]
[He doesn't take you seriously.]
[Shout our names. Let him see true light.]
[TIGA!!!]
…Di you uncle!
A final note scrolled across the screen in tiny font:
> [Small tip: this guy's not easy.]
Kanbaru stepped forward, gathering a Reishi longsword in his hand.
"It was your idea to threaten Masaki to lure me in."
"You really pissed me off."
"So here I am."
Cherokee raised a brow.
A half-breed Quincy... threatening a Sternritter?
"You speak too boldly for garbage."
"You'll be broken. Slowly."
He twirled the sword with a smug smile.
Let him come. This would be short.
Dust burst upward as Cherokee Blut Vene-stepped behind Kanbaru—sword plunging forward.
Straight through his back—
But it hit air.
"…He dodged?"
His smile faded.
That speed... was not normal.
He whipped around, parrying with ease.
Or so he thought—
BOOM!
A shockwave exploded in every direction. Cherokee was blown backward like a stone skipping across water, crashing into dune after dune.
Only by stabbing his sword into the ground did he halt.
He stared ahead, expression twisted.
That pressure...
That power!
"How can... a mixed-blood be this strong?!"
Kanbaru walked forward, voice calm.
"Why become stronger?"
"To protect the ones you care about."
He raised his Reishi blade, eyes clear.
"...So can I cut you now?"
"It's really just one slash."
He looked completely sincere.
Cherokee's eye twitched. He couldn't keep up with this guy's logic.
"You... you're distracted."
Kanbaru's eyes glinted.
Cherokee's heart sank.
He looked around—but Kanbaru was gone.
"…Where did he—?"
WHAM!
Pain ripped through his abdomen.
Eyes bloodshot, Cherokee flew.
KRA-KOOM!!
The sand erupted like a tidal wave. Reiatsu blasted the skies open in golden-white bursts.
Then, a tower of reiryoku shot upward into the heavens.
And Kanbaru's voice echoed—loud and clear.
> "I said...
Who do you think you're looking down on, brat?!"
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