DC: New Krypton (Omniverse)

*Whoosh—*

Uryū Ishida placed his hands on Orihime Inoue and H'el's backs, spiritual particles gathering beneath his feet. Using Hirenkyaku, he quickly maneuvered the three of them from behind the wooden boards to the sandy courtyard.

The moment they reached the courtyard, the wooden boards they had used for cover were shattered by a large Shinigami, who swung his Zanpakutō, smashing the boards into fragments and sending sand and dust flying.

H'el's gaze shifted to Ishida's Hirenkyaku technique. Although it was also a high-speed movement technique, it wasn't quite the same as the Shunpo he was familiar with.

Roughly speaking, Shunpo involved physical exertion, while Hirenkyaku manipulated spiritual particles to create movement by gathering them beneath one's feet, enabling rapid movement, much like using the particles to propel oneself.

For H'el, this technique wasn't particularly impressive. In fact, he felt it could be refined to be smoother, faster, and less energy-consuming, achieving the highest speed possible by interchanging spiritual particles within the body and the external environment.

That ultimate speed would theoretically be the speed of light in this world. However, it was just theoretical; no one's body could withstand such velocity.

Not even H'el could, as his body couldn't endure light-speed travel.

H'el was mildly surprised; it was his first time seeing someone use spiritual particles in such a crude way.

"Well, you've got some skill if you managed to escape from such a distance," sneered the attacking Shinigami, a large figure with an odd face, wide nose, thick lips, and a coarse expression, his voice brimming with condescending confidence. "If you hadn't encountered me, you might have survived a bit longer."

He had no extra expressions, looked unattractive, but spoke with utter self-assurance.

Black Ant mused, finding it interesting how confident and self-assured people were in the outside world.

In hell, those he met were all monotonous and fearful—fearful of him.

After his first three years in hell, H'el hadn't seen anyone carry themselves with such confidence. In hell, after a few years, everyone treated him kindly, listened attentively to his words, and eagerly participated in the research he conducted. Wherever his gaze fell, it was like paradise.

Now, seeing this Shinigami in front of him, so full of confidence, it truly reminded him of how people used to defy him with their rebellious attitudes.

H'el extended his slender finger, preparing to unleash a Hellfire Light Cannon to obliterate the Shinigami, but Uryū Ishida stepped in and stopped him.

"Mr, I apologize for dragging you into this, but this is our fight. Let me handle it," Uryū said with a cold, sharp look, his glasses reflecting the sunlight. He held a longbow in his right hand, preventing H'el from attacking.

He remained wary of H'el.

It wasn't that he didn't want to witness H'el's power.

But it was clear that H'el was a person who disregarded human life, someone who believed that people would automatically resurrect after death. In his worldview, would he ever hold back? He might casually kill the enemy.

Although they had invaded the Seireitei, their intent was merely to rescue a friend, not to kill. Moreover, they were still high school students, and the thought of killing was something they found hard to accept.

However, if killing became necessary, Uryū Ishida had mentally prepared himself for that.

Because Shinigami were the sworn enemies of the Quincy.

Still, if they ended up killing someone, it would exacerbate their conflict with the Shinigami, leading to a full-blown hunt, which would only make things more complicated.

"Yes, H'el, it's our fault for involving you. Please let us handle this," Orihime Inoue added seriously, her hands on the hairpins in her ears.

H'el considered this, then retracted his hand and took two steps back. "Alright then, this is your battle."

Whether he fought or not didn't matter to him.

Seeing H'el comply, Uryū Ishida let out a sigh of relief, developing a small bit of goodwill towards H'el. At least, while he might be a merciless killer, he still had some rational thinking. He could understand human speech and wasn't a completely stubborn brute. Perhaps he was just ignorant of the norms of this place, having come from somewhere brutal.

Then, Uryū Ishida also stopped Orihime Inoue from joining the fight. Orihime wasn't completely defenseless, but her kindness would only lead to her getting hurt or even killed.

The best position for Orihime Inoue was to provide support from the rear, not to engage in direct combat.

Orihime hesitated for a moment, then nodded seriously, stepping back cautiously while keeping her hands on her hairpins. She kept her eyes locked on Uryū Ishida, ready to support him at any moment.

This was their first battle since invading the Seireitei.

"Oh, how rare, daring to face me alone. It seems you don't know who I am—Ikkanzaka Jirōbō, Fourth Seat of the Seventh Division! Let me show you my weapon! Soar high, Killer Bird!" Ikkanzaka Jirōbō's thick lips curled into a sneer as he pressed his hand against the tip of his blade, initiating his Shikai.

Countless small, curved blades resembling birds flew around him, emitting a cacophony of shrill cries like a swarm of birds.

Jirōbō spread his arms wide, raising his head arrogantly, mocking Uryū Ishida's bow and arrow. "This is amusing, a Quincy, is it? We both wield ranged weapons. I am known as Jirōbō the Whirlwind Scythe! The title of the strongest flying weapon! None who have witnessed my Killer Bird have ever lived. Look, look! This beautiful prelude to death. Do you regret it yet...?"

Jirōbō talked endlessly, but Uryū Ishida had already lost patience. He drew his bow and released a volley of spiritual arrows, each one striking Jirōbō, instantly neutralizing his Zanpakutō, Killer Bird.

Jirōbō was in disbelief. Someone had defeated him, the bearer of the Whirlwind Scythe title, the wielder of the strongest flying weapon. He attempted to initiate his Shikai again, only to be struck in the wrist by another arrow from Ishida, rendering him unable to activate it.

The fight was entirely one-sided, a complete domination.

In the end, Jirōbō collapsed to the ground, head lowered in defeat, admitting he had lost. The title of the strongest Whirlwind Scythe should belong to Ishida now. But Ishida had no interest in such a ridiculous title and merely withdrew his bow indifferently.

Jirōbō kept his head down, his hands buried in the sand, his face dark with frustration, begrudgingly acknowledging his status as the loser. His eyes grew sinister under the shadow of his face.

"People here don't resurrect after dying, but if you think you can blind us with sand and launch a sneak attack, you'd better be prepared for death," H'el remarked nonchalantly.

Jirōbō's hands froze momentarily. He lifted his slightly lowered head to see a pair of cold eyes, as if backed by mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, and a hellish gaze. His body trembled, and he lowered his head again, hands remaining still.

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