Chapter 132: Battle of Instincts_Bleach: Starting as a Vasto Lorde

Chapter 132: Battle of Instincts

 M Rose’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. Grimmjow’s transformation was more a boon than a threat. The Adjuchas were child’s y for her as she could insta-kill them all. However, the evolving Grimmjow had the potential to be her next great hunt — an even worthier present for Kazuya.

 With Ciri and M Rose distracted, the three Adjuchas retreated, only to pause. A sudden shift in Reiatsu permeated the area. The Reiatsu emanating from Grimmjow became a dual-natured blend of Hollow and Shinigami — the quintessential signature of an Arrancar.

 Grimmjow let out a ferocious roar. The lingering clouds of sand around him dissipated, revealing his metamorphosed form. His newly formed white armor — his enhanced Hierro — gleamed ominously under the moonlight. A shard of his Hollow mask covered his forehead, and his extended ears, whip-like tail, and ck ws served as unmistakable traces of his previous panther form.

 Straightening up, Grimmjow grinned as he examined his ck ws and the des on his forearms. The same des protruded from his calves, gleaming with ferocity — perhaps the most striking features of his Resurrión. He flexed his ws and swiped the air, reveling in his newfound power. He felt invincible. That is, until his eyes fell upon the corpses of his fallenrades.

 ‘Those idiots.’

 All his empathy vanished as he recalled their deaths. They weren’t able to grow through grueling battles, to rise from the ashes as he had. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have entrusted him with their dream of bing a Vasto Lorde.

 ‘I’ll still avenge them.’

 Looking at M Rose, he said, “Woman, what was your name?”

 “Franceska M Rose,” she replied, licking her lips. “You’re finally a worthy hunt.”

 Grimmjow''s fangs shed as he grinned. “Long and idiotic, just like your face. I’ll call you Dead Rose ‘cause you’re not surviving me.”

 M Rose pointed at him with her Zanpakuto, her eyes narrowing with a smirk. “Try me, Kidjow.”

 With a maniacalugh, Grimmjow exploded forward, leaving a rippling vacuum of distorted air in his wake. M Rose could barely react to astonishing speed, her eyes narrowing as she brought up her Zanpakuto to parry. When their des shed, the resultant burst of Reiatsu was so intense it screeched through the air. The sparks created illuminating the dark like firecrackers on a moonless night.

 Grimmjow crouched low and swiped his ws at her legs, prompting M Rose to leap back. She saw Grimmjow’spanions watching the battle with full focus and Ciri creeping around their back to assassinate them.

 Her attention fractured for a split second — a crucial mistake against a predator such as Grimmjow. With an explosive burst of speed, his leg rocketed upwards, his foot aiming square at her face. She raised her arm just in time to block, but the sheer force catapulted her towards the moon.

 Grimmjow didn’t let up; he leapt after her, spinning in the air to deliver a devastating roundhouse kick to her back. The impact was catastrophic. M Rose shot through a rocky cave, which copsed over her in a cascade of rubble.

 Grimmjow crossed his arms, anticipation in his veins. “Don’t pretend to be dead. Come out.”

 Rubble exploded outward as M Rose burst free, her form cloaked in golden Reiatsu as if she was a goddess of war. A trickle of blood flowed between knitted brows — the price of idling for months. Her battle instincts had dulled in the rxed and peacefulness of her new home.

 ‘Api was right.’

 She should have epted Api’s requests for spars against the Visored. Api used to ask her nicely but she always rejected as she had no motivation to leave the house.

 ‘Fuck. I’ll regret itter.’

 She let out a feral roar and swung her broadsword in a massive arc — a killing blow with all of her strength put into it. “Get wrecked!”

 Grimmjow met her challenge, crossing his arm to block the edge of her sword. The collision set off a shockwave of Reiatsu that echoed like a thunderp, sending him skidding through the air nearly a hundred meters. His forearm des had chipped, and a numbing sensation crawled up his arms.

 Feeling his thumping heart, Grimmjow smirked. “You fucking gori.”

 M Rose clenched her jaw. “I’m a lioness!”

 Heughed and charged, his ws reaching out for her throat. She parried, her broadsword meeting his ws in a symphony of grinding metal. But he had a different n in his mind. He crouched, then shot upwards like a missile. M Rose looked up, squinting to see his form shrink to a mere dot in front of the moon.

 Then he plummeted, like aet, except theet was homing in on her. She could see his crazy grin as he elerated toward her. Rather than avoiding his charged attack, which was the most obvious action, she clenched her de and flew toward him with her de, her grin as wicked as him.

 His w, strengthened by Hierro, shed against her broadsword. The broadsword dug halfway into his forearm de. She gripped the sword and forced the de deeper, trying to wrench it off his forearm.

 He, of course, didn’t stay still and let her take away his precious des. He swung his other arm wildly, the sharp des shing at her face — the part she never wanted harmed.

 So, she used her sword to block his attack.

 The small opening wasn’t unmissed as Grimmjowunched a flurry of w attacks. It was an onught without rhyme or reason, an assault based on his instincts. He was fighting like a beast — a style simr to her own. The only difference was the strength — every blow from him was filled with raw, explosive power that M Rose would never have guessed coulde from an Adjuchas-level Arrancar. She found herself reflexively dodging kicks that felt like they could pulverize her body and swiping away at ws that could easily rip through her body.

 It began to dawn on her why Api and Sung-Sun persistently raved about Nelliel’s talent. The man before her was the same kind of person as Nelliel — a prodigy.

 Just as she had begun to adapt to his frenzied pattern, he froze, locking his gaze onto her. Confusion trickled through her veins, but her instincts screamed at her to seize the window of opportunity. Swinging her sword at his neck, she didn’t notice the ephemeral flicker of crimson light that danced on his right w.

 He caught her sword with his forearm de, a grin splitting his face. “Got you.”

 An eruption of crimson Reiatsu burst forth from his w, blossoming into a devastating Cero Ray that engulfed her. When the blinding light dissipated, M Rose was revealed, her arm raised defensively, her gloves scorched. Apart from scratches, she wasrgely unharmed.

 “Why are you gawking? You aren’t the only one with Hierro, dumbass.”

 While not as strong as Grimmjow, her Hierro was more than capable of defending a rushed Cero Ray.

 Grimmjow burst intoughter. “You’re making me work for my meal. Perfect for me. Means we can fight for longer.”

 Undeterred, M Rose lunged forward, shing her broadsword in a deadly arc aimed at his face. He dodged effortlessly, but she was relentless. "You might be strong, asshole. But do you know who’s even stronger?”

 Pinning her sword between his forearm des, he sneered as he closed the gap. “The Lord that other Arrancar mentioned?”

 “Yup. He can obliterate us both without lifting a finger.”

 Grimmjow’s eyes red with battle lust. “Bring him to me. You’ll see him bite the dust with your own eyes—”

 “Are you sure about that?”

 The yful voice that cut Grimmjow’s boasting carried a distinct charm; it was followed by a chaotic disruption in the space as a Garganta formed behind them.

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Chapter 132: Battle of Instincts