"So, aren't Lilinite and the wolves your split souls? In fact, they are all your own, right?" Aikawa Luowu looked at Stark across from him in embarrassment, his face full of confusion.
Disdainfully, "How lonely do you have to be to have sex with yourself like this?"
"Whatever you say..."
Stark expressionlessly raised the muzzles of the two guns in his hands towards the two of them, "Anyway, the outcome has been decided. Just like I said, you are destined to lose. If you can't win, you will win no matter what."
No, I don’t think I need to risk my life to verify this, right? Give up now and leave, and I can let you go.”
"Let it go?"
Ai Chuanluo Wu was slightly startled, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm different from those guys. I don't have the so-called desire to kill. It's better to say it's the opposite..." Stark replied calmly. As he spoke, he seemed to recall his past, "Speaking of which... I
I envy you very much...weak guys can always get together in groups, just like you two now."
"What did you say!?"
Hearing this, Aikawa Luowu and Fengqiaolou Juro also had extremely gloomy expressions on their faces.
"Can't you understand? That's right."
Stark nodded dullly and said nothing else.
He doesn't need anyone to understand him, because he is always alone.
I really envy these weak people...
In the past, those who were willing to be Stark's companions would have their souls gradually weakened and die just by following him.
It was indeed because of his loneliness that he split his soul in two.
Which one is the real thing, or neither?
He had already forgotten.
He just... wanted to escape the isolation and loneliness, nothing else mattered to him.
He envied those who were weak. Because they were weak, everyone could gather together.
He really hopes that he will become weaker. If that is not possible... at least give him a few companions who are as powerful as him?
"puff--"
Thinking that the battle was over, Stark withdrew his guns and put his hands in his pockets and fell to the ground.
No matter whether the two people on the other side were going to surrender or not, he would not continue fighting them because it was meaningless to him.
But the next moment, he was stunned.
Looking at the blade protruding from his body, Stark knew that his wish seemed to have come true.
Well...only half achieved.
A great guy really showed up.
But unfortunately, they are enemies.
"How...cunning?"
Stark turned his head in surprise, looking at the man slowly emerging from his shadow, and couldn't help but sigh, "What is this trick? It's too shameless to lurk in other people's shadows, isn't it? You actually know how to do it
Such a trick, Mr. Captain."
That's right, the person who came out of his shadow at this moment was Kyōraku Shunsui, who he originally thought had given up fighting and was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
This guy has absolutely no martial ethics.
"'Shadow Ghost'."
Jingraku replied calmly, "Don't blame me for being like this. In fact, I didn't want to hide it. It's just that 'Hua Tian Kuanggu' doesn't cooperate with me...it's really tiring to play with it."
"Oh?" Stark showed a somewhat confused expression, as if he didn't care at all about the blade still inserted into his body.
"My ability of 'Hua Tian Kuang Gu' is to turn children's games into reality." Jingraku Shunsui's tone was calm as he continued to explain, "'Hua Tian Kuang Gu' sets the rules of the game, and anyone who steps into 'Hua Tian Kuang Gu'
Everyone in the field of "Tian Kuang Gu" must abide by the rules, even I am no exception... In the "Brand Ghost", the person who climbs to a high place wins, and in the "Shadow Ghost", the person who is stepped on the shadow loses. Wins
The winner lives and the loser dies, this is very arbitrary, right?"
As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the Zanpakutō from the opponent's body, with the blade facing downwards, "Although this sword is very cute, it is really tiring to play with it...right?"
Buzz——
The sound of a knife sounded, and the sharp blade fell towards the shadow on the ground again.
"!"
After listening to Jingraku Shunsui's words, Stark seemed to understand something and instantly chose to jump high.
"Ah."
Seeing that the blade that came out from the other end of the shadow did not hit the target, Kyoraku smiled faintly, "You're pretty awesome, Mr. Arrancar. You figured out the rules so quickly?"
As he said that, he also jumped up high and gave chase.
"..."
Stark did not answer, but raised his hand, separated part of his soul, and held a blue blade in his hand.
Wolf's Sword (illo): After returning to the sword, in the wolf pack state, the gun's magazine can also draw a blue spiritual pressure sword for use as a weapon.
clang--
The crisp sound of swords sounded, and the two men moved up and down, and their swords touched each other.
According to the rules of 'New Ghost', the person at the top wins, then Stark's slashing power above him will be greater. If you use 'New Ghost' in such a posture, Kyoryu Shunsui will obviously be defeated by his own.
The Zanpakutō is a game of death, but fortunately, as the master of the 'Flower Bone', he can still decide which ability to activate.
So he decisively chose another game rule.
"'Yangui'..."
After muttering to himself indifferently, Kyoraku Shunsui raised the blade in his other hand and prepared to swing it, "Gray."
puff--
Perhaps paying attention to the 'rules' Kyōraku Shunsui said, Stark was struck in a daze.
But what puzzled him was that the injury to the chopped part did not seem to be as serious as he had predicted.
Judging from his own feelings, the knife just now should have almost cut off his entire right arm, but in fact, the wound that appeared was only a trace of skin trauma.
Is this the role of ‘Yangui’?
Reduce the damage suffered by both parties when fighting?
No...no, the other party attached another condition when he took out the sword just now——
grey.
"The clothes I'm wearing are gray."
Stark quickly discovered the clues with his keen insight, "And there is no gray on him."
"What's wrong?"
Jingraku Shunsui looked at Stark's thinking and asked with a smile, "It's your turn to draw the sword...try to name the color you want to hit? Except for the color you said yourself, other colors are used."
You won’t suffer any damage if you hit it.”
"I see……"
Stark suddenly realized, "It seems like your knife is really a troublesome thing."
He now understood why Kyōraku Shunsui said he was tired from being played with his Zanpakutō.
Because this game must be played according to the rules, even the master of the Zanpakutō himself cannot violate them.
Kyoraku Shunsui must tell him the rules because the 'game' is fair.
The only advantage of being a master is probably that he knows the rules of the game before the enemy. But if the opponent has a strong understanding, then this advantage can only last for a moment.
But is there really such a Zanpakutō in this world that can deceive its owner?
of course not……
At first glance, this ability seems really deceptive.
But even among the same people, there are experts and novices.
"White."
After thinking everything through, Stark frowned slightly and called out the color while waving his sword.
puff--
The two figures passed each other.
Blood spurted out from behind Kyoryaku Shunsui.
"snort."
Jingraku Shunsui hummed softly and looked back at Stark, "It's such a headache... That's why I don't like fighting with smart guys like you.",
"You obviously came to the door yourself, right?" Stark complained expressionlessly.
"Haha... don't worry about these details..."
Jingraku Shunsui smiled awkwardly, "You are really good. Yes, the answers you gave are great. The ability of 'Yangui' is indeed like this. Say the color and attack. If the color is against
If you are at risk, the greater the risk, the greater the harm..."
"The colors of the clothes on my body are mainly gray and white, while the feathers on your body are mainly black and white. Both you and I are white and the area is large." Stark continued, "So 'white'
These are high-risk, high-reward colors for us."
"Haha... you really understood it completely?" Jingraku Shunsui smiled helplessly, "Originally I wanted to give you hints slowly... This is also what I participated in the game as the master of 'Hua Tian Kuang Gu'
It’s one of the advantages, but I didn’t expect that you could completely see through the entire rules of the game just by looking at it. You guy... is indeed a very powerful guy."
As he spoke, Jingraku Shunsui's figure changed into a shapeless shape.
Instant step.
Next is his turn.
clang--
The two men's bodies were instantly pulled in, and the sound of swords fighting resounded again.
Stark shouted the color and swung his sword again.
At this moment, the color in the game field is 'white', and neither of them has changed it. So in his opinion, this should be a fair battle, after all, the white area on both of them is quite large.
However, just when Kyōraku Shunsui blocked the sword and counterattacked, he realized that he had been tricked.
As I just thought, even if they are the same, there are experts and novices.
As the owner of 'Hua Tian Kuang Gu', Kyoryu Shunsui is of course the most familiar with this game, and he knows how to use the rules of the game better than he who just participated in the game.
In addition, the guy in front of him had no martial ethics to begin with, and the situation completely turned to one side in an instant.
"black."
A cold voice came from Kyoryu Shunsui's mouth.
At the same time, he threw away the pure white feather fabric on his body, and now only black was left on his body.
There is indeed a third color on Stark's body besides gray and white, which is the deepest black at the seams. Calculated in proportion, the risk of Stark himself shouting black is the smallest. Hit Kyoryu Shunsui.
The damage caused will also be minimal.
But this color was shouted by Kyōraku Shunsui at this moment, which means that if he hits Kyōraku Shunsui at this moment, the damage of this knife will be calculated according to the maximum value, and the opponent will be tricked to death by his own game rules.
On the contrary...according to the rules of the game, Kyōraku Shunsui, who called out the color with the largest proportion of his own color and the smallest proportion of the opponent's color, was in an absolutely dangerous and unfavorable situation.
He will bear the risk of shouting "color". The probability of him hitting the black on the opponent's body is extremely small, while the opponent hitting the black on his own body is almost 100%. In this case, if his knife hits Stark, it will play a role
It produces nearly 200% of the power, and at the same time, if it is hit by the opponent, it will be the same.
The simple explanation is high risk and high reward.
This knife is the one that Jingraku Shunshui must kill. If you don't die, I will die!
puff--
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"What an amazing scene."
"Did you kill these mountains of voids?"
The sound of surprise reached the ears of Stark and Lilynite sitting close together in the wind and sand from a distance.
"No, these guys...died themselves." Stark replied calmly.
It was obviously extremely peaceful, but it revealed an incomprehensible sadness.
"Is it?"
Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Anyway, it looks like... you are quite powerful. I'm looking for a powerful companion, what do you think? Do you want to consider it?"
"What a coincidence... so are we." Stark turned around and looked at the man who had come behind him, "Are there others? Are they... also very powerful?"
"If you want to know, just follow me." Aizen looked down at him and said calmly.
"..."
Stark stood up silently and stretched out his hand to pull Lilynite, who was also silent.
The two of them followed Aizen's footsteps and left this place where the weak gathered.
"Well...I think you...even if you stay with us, you won't die so easily."
············
Blood continued to overflow from Stark's slashed wound.
He let his figure continue to fall from the air, and his eyes fell on Aizen's back.
Ever since he followed this man, he didn't seem to be as lonely as before.
Because he took this man and the other "Ten Blades" as his companions without permission.
This made him feel less lonely, not alone, no longer alone.
But since Hueco Mundo's 'trial' began, he fell into confusion again.
The "Ten Blades" he regarded as his "companions" were killed by the trialists who broke into Hueco Mundo, but the other "companions" did not react at all.
Is this really a ‘companion’?
Sure enough, it was just his own wishful thinking.
Until this moment, his life has come to an end.
Only then did he understand.
It turns out that no one has ever regarded him as a companion, and he has always lived a sad and lonely life.
In the end, the only one who stayed with him was 'Lilinite', and only himself.
"Lilinite, come with me."
"Where to go?"
"The ends of the earth."
Stark's body began to turn into spirits and dissipate.
He did not regret taking the knife.
Because he was tired of living alone.
The final function of life is probably to verify whether you have a true 'companion', right?
Now the answer is out.
Unfortunately, no.
Of all the people present at this moment, no one was affected by his death.
He will...die alone. The 'lonely death' belongs to him.
but……
For some reason, when his conscious body dissipated, Stark was surprised to find that his consciousness was still awake.
"This is……"
He looked at his almost transparent hands.
This is his soul.
"Have you always been 'lonely'? Is this what you want to verify even if you give up your life?"
He followed the sound and saw that in the sky, a man was smiling and asking him questions.