In Hueco Mundo With shendu Template

"Lost contact?"

Shendu repeated, his crimson pupils glowing brighter, like a blood moon.

"According to the rules laid down by Lord Harribel, when each Adjucha team expands its territory, one member must return every three days to report the situation," Santos explained, his tone filled with respect.

Santos held extraordinary reverence for Harribel, the second after his loyalty to Shendu.

"But five days have passed, and no member has returned," he continued.

"Just now, my subordinates scouted the area but found no unusual Reiatsu. All they discovered was a pile of scattered bones."

At this point, everyone understood what had likely happened.

The Adjucha expedition team had probably fallen prey to a Menos Grande.

Shendu was not surprised by this outcome. In Hueco Mundo, The weak is prey to the strong, and the law of the jungle reigns supreme. That there hadn't been a loss of contact until now could only be considered luck.

"Harribel, come with me," Shendu said, his tone commanding and undeniable.

"Yes."

Harribel's expression was obscured by her mask, but her green eyes remained calm and steady, like a placid lake.

"Santos, you will lead the way," Shendu added.

"Yes!" Santos replied, his excitement evident, as though adrenaline coursed through him.

Through relentless self-hypnosis and the effects of demonic magic, Menos Grande like Santos had developed an almost fanatical loyalty to Shendu. His obedience to Shendu's orders was unwavering—even if it meant walking into a deadly trap.

In the Forest of Menos Grande, southwest...

Santos soared high above the clouds, occasionally providing Shendu with updates on the terrain below.

As a rare vulture-type Menos Grande, Santos' flight required little Reiatsu and was much faster than other Menos Grande, making him an exceptional scout.

"Your Majesty, ten kilometers ahead," Santos squawked from above.

Thanks to his reminder, Shendu soon spotted the pile of bones. The massive skeletons, stacked like a hill, marked the tragic end of the Adjucha expedition team.

As Shendu advanced, the concentration of spiritual particles in the air thickened noticeably.

"Viscous spiritual particle concentration..." Shendu muttered, sniffing the air. "It's no less dense than the deepest parts of the Forest of Menos Grande."

"Comparable to Las Noches," Harribel noted.

Shendu grinned cruelly, his Reiatsu surging violently.

"It seems we're dealing with an exceptionally powerful Menos Grande," he remarked.

Harribel bit her lower lip, her delicate brows furrowed.

"There's... an uncomfortable Reiatsu here," she said cautiously.

But before she could warn him further, Shendu strode toward the pile of bones without hesitation.

Hum——

The hill of bones began to tremble. Pale bones cascaded to the ground as if stirred by an unseen force.

Suddenly, as Harribel remained on alert, a ferocious Reiatsu erupted from beneath the sands.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp blade glinting with cold light slashed toward Shendu.

Puchi!

The sound of tearing flesh and blood echoed through the desert, mingled with the clatter of bones, creating a haunting symphony.

"Your Majesty Shendu!" Harribel cried, her eyes widening in disbelief.

A Menos Grande had been lying in wait beneath the sand, using the shaking of the bones as a cover. While their attention was focused elsewhere, the hidden enemy launched a sudden, calculated attack.

Even Harribel had failed to detect anything unusual before it was too late.

Shendu, however, remained unfazed. He calmly observed the striker, allowing the sharp pain in his palm to fuel his battle instincts.

The attacker was tall and thin, his figure almost matching Shendu's. A massive crescent-shaped horn protruded from his skull, giving him a wild and savage appearance.

His crazed expression, with his tongue lolling out, revealed his unhinged state of mind.

The creature had four long, jointed arms, each tipped with sharp claws that gleamed like blades. One of these arms was currently attempting to pierce Shendu's chest, but Shendu held it off with his palm.

"Blocked?!" the attacker hissed, his tone tinged with disbelief. "It's unexpected. But what about this?!"

Before Shendu could respond, the attacker struck again, his other three arms darting forward like lightning.

A burst of golden Reiatsu erupted, creating a dazzling light meant to blind Shendu.

Boom!

The sheer speed of the attack shattered the air barrier.

The attacker's black pupils gleamed with twisted delight, convinced he was about to kill his opponent.

However, just as the razor-sharp claws neared Shendu's vital points, a wave of scorching flames erupted.

The intense heat and force slammed into the attacker's abdomen like a hammer, sending him flying through the air like a cannonball.

"What a despicable way to fight," Shendu remarked, shaking off a few drops of blood from his claws. The nearby bones ignited and turned to ash.

Shendu had recognized the attacker. His familiar appearance and cowardly tactics left no doubt in Shendu's mind.

It was none other than Nnoitra Gilga, the future Espada Fifth.

"Ha! Fighting is all about winning or losing—what's so despicable about that?!" Nnoitra sneered.

Despite taking Shendu's fiery blast, Nnoitra's skeletal armor was barely scorched, without a single crack in sight. His deranged eyes glinted with manic energy, and his face remained hidden beneath a narrow bone mask.

"As long as I can kill you, any tactic will become righteous!" Nnoitra declared.

"And after you, that ugly woman next to you will die too!"

"What a revolting smell..."

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