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In the afternoon, Metastacia was cutting down Tsunayashiro Family members, waiting for them to Hollowfy.
His revered Aizen-sama was waiting for him to return home for dinner after completing his mission.
He was a bit anxious; before coming here, he was an artificial Adjuchas with a body somewhat similar to a human's, walking on eight legs like a spider, with thick red tentacles protruding from his back.
Actually, he was originally just an ordinary Hollow, and it was thanks to that Adult's modifications that he became an Adjuchas, gaining many brothers in the process.
But now he was residing in the body of a Tsunayashiro Family Shinigami, a body that made him, accustomed to crawling on the ground, quite uncomfortable.
However, to fully transform this body back into his original form, he would need to wait for a considerable amount of time.
Metastacia pulled over a Shinigami with red circle eyes nearby, "Second Brother, how many more of them are there?"
The prototype of this Shinigami actually looked just like him, but he was also using someone else's body.
"I don't know, Boss, I don't have enhanced perception; you should ask Third Brother," Second Brother said, scratching his head.
"Is that so? Then I misremembered.
Where did Third Brother go?"
Metastacia looked at his brothers; a group of grotesque figures with red tentacles growing from their backs were frantically slaughtering, a bloody scene that enthralled him.
It was a pity he hadn't yet recognized all of his brothers.
He had named all of his brothers, but being uncultured, he could only come up with names like Metastacia Number Two, Metastacia Number Three, and so on.
To show closeness, he simply called them Second Brother and Third Brother.
It really sounded like brothers.
"He should be with those two guys, right?"
They need him more," Second Brother pouted.
Thinking of that Shinigami and the Ox-headed Hollow made Metastacia uncomfortable.
They seemed more important to Aizen-sama than he was.
He brandished the Zanpakuto that was not his own, glancing at the Shinigami below who were about to become their kind.
As long as their tentacles touched them, their Zanpakuto would disappear, and Shinigami without their Zanpakuto were like lambs to the slaughter before them.
He aimlessly wandered through various rooms, observing the miserable state of each Shinigami as they turned into Hollows, considering whether to retreat after conquering this area.
Anyway, that Shinigami only said to stall for enough time, but he didn't specify how long this time was, so how would he know if it was enough?
Ten minutes later, a cloaked figure in black glided steadily along a path of Reishi in the sky.
Rain poured down, and Aozaki Reiji looked through the gap in the attic, the sprawling old wooden mansion visible in the rain curtain at the edge of the sky.
This was the Tsunayashiro Family, known as the "Head of the Nobles," though this title officially belonged to the Kuchiki Family.
However, as the Tsunayashiro Family's influence grew, manipulating the power of the Seireitei over the past few centuries, they gradually became known as the "Head of the Nobles" in private.
The entire courtyard was a bloody mess, devoid of any human presence.
Looking down from the sky not far away, one could not take in the entire courtyard at a glance.
The massive wooden gates were closed, the white courtyard walls were stained red, and masked monstrosities slaughtered each other, some collapsing and dissipating into Reishi as they fought.
Most nobles resided in the Noble District, but as one of the esteemed Five Great Noble Houses, the Tsunayashiro Family, who considered themselves rulers of the Seireitei, possessed a vast private territory and naturally would not lower themselves to live among lesser nobles.
"My goodness, Aizen is truly grand.
Is he going to bloodbath the Tsunayashiro Family?"
Aozaki Reiji muttered to himself, having already concealed his Reiatsu and form, he descended from the sky and entered.
"Although seeing the Tsunayashiro Family in such a miserable state is satisfying, it feels like something is missing when I don't do it myself!" Aozaki Reiji sighed and said.
He had long planned to retaliate against the Tsunayashiro Family.
He held grudges very well and had merely been accumulating strength.
Aizen, however, had done what he wanted to do.
"If the killing continues like this, I'm afraid there will be some who slip through!"
Aozaki Reiji, who was already feeling regretful, was overjoyed to see the Tsunayashiro Family members stubbornly resisting.
He swooped down to slaughter them all, but a familiar figure caught his attention.
"This guy is also personally involved.
It seems he truly despises the Tsunayashiro Family."
...
On the streets of the Tsunayashiro Family, people dodged the oncoming blades in the downpour, scattering and running, and the streets suddenly became wide and empty.
This was practically a city within a city; the Seireitei's area was already three times the size of the Human World's Japan, and this noble courtyard could rival any bustling metropolis in the Human World.
Kuchiki Kōga stood in the shadows, draped in a black cloak, Muramasa in his hand still dripping blood, and the head of a Tsunayashiro Family member held in his other hand.
He lowered his head, watching large raindrops smash onto the ground, mixing with the diluted blood that gradually turned into Reishi, forming a beautiful tableau.
A black arm blade pierced the rain curtain, stopping before Kuchiki Kōga with a harsh whooshing sound.
The good helper Aizen had prepared for him had impaled a guard; the Seat-class Shinigami had no power to resist, truly a Vasto Lorde-class Hollow.
"Indeed, a dead Tsunayashiro is a good Tsunayashiro," Kuchiki Kōga said indifferently.
The Ox-horned Menos Grande looked down at him, seemingly uninterested, and continued to hunt other prey...
To preserve as much combat capability as possible, his wildness was not suppressed much, and his intelligence was not much higher than a Gillian's.
This man, in his perception, was a companion, but he had no authority to command him.
He only needed to follow that Adult's instructions and continue the slaughter.
"A beast that has lost its reason..." Kuchiki Kōga snorted disdainfully, "It has Reiatsu but doesn't know how to use it."
"Ah, ang, ang!" The Ox-headed Menos Grande let out a long roar, seemingly venting his dissatisfaction, and with a push of his legs, he shot into the crowd like a cannonball.
"Tsk, even a beast-like creature knows how to get angry..."
Kuchiki Kōga's lips curled into a slight, disdainful smile.
His gaze fell upon the fallen Shinigami; he saw their faces gradually covered by a white substance, and he couldn't help but recall similar scenes.
"Injecting a Hollow's Souls into another Soul body, destroying the boundary between Souls, elevating the subject to a higher level of Soul."
"This idea is indeed bold, but its implementation is fraught with difficulties."
Kuchiki Kōga mused to himself.
The Hollowfied Shinigami before him had increased in strength, breaking through to a new realm, but among the strong in the Three Realms, they were still not powerful enough.
"What if a Vasto Lorde's Soul was injected?"
To what heights could a Shinigami reach...?"
Kuchiki Kōga gently shook his head, as if denying his own thought.
Experiments to inject a Hollow's Soul into a body to achieve Hollowfication had never succeeded.
Most experimental subjects could not control this power and ultimately died from Spirit Body collapse.
Only Vice-Captain-class Shinigami and above could maintain their spiritual bodies, but they would also lose their sanity and become true Hollows.
Becoming a monster that has lost its self has no meaning, even if power is gained.
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