"Crash!"
A moment later, the several-dozen-foot-tall Kurohitsugi shattered, revealing the injured Dwarf Man within.
His entire body was a bloody mess, with no intact flesh, and the glove he used to manifest the spear was also tattered beyond recognition.
"How... could this be!"
The Dwarf Man's face was filled with despair, and he kept muttering.
However, Ito Makoto, who was nearby, showed a look of disappointment, shaking his head slightly.
"Indeed, the Reiatsu this clone can use is insufficient; it currently cannot reach the level of Aizen's Kurohitsugi."
In the original work, Aizen, during his Shinigami period, instantly killed Komamura Sajin with an incantation-less Kurohitsugi, but Ito Makoto's incantation-less Kurohitsugi only severely injured the Dwarf Man, who was clearly weaker than Komamura.
"How are you not unconscious!"
Clearly, Ito Makoto was very dissatisfied with the power of this Kurohitsugi.
"Whoosh!"
So, he directly used Shunpo to flash behind him and delivered another strike.
"Thud!"
The Dwarf Man fell to the ground, and with that, these three Squad Captain-level elders of the Kasumioji Family were all defeated by Ito Makoto.
The next moment, however, the White-haired Old Man, who had been cut in half by Ito Makoto and was lying on the ground, was still not dead; he struggled to get up and performed a strange hand seal.
In an instant, the three people lying on the ground were immediately covered in flesh buds, and crimson blood glow surged, rushing into the frozen large meatball behind them.
"Everything for the Kasumioji Family!"
After shouting this last sentence, the White-haired Old Man immediately transformed into the last wisp of blood light and completely merged into the large dark ball behind him.
"This soul body that reached Third Class Reiatsu is really tough to cut; it's been cut in half for so long and still won't die! Unlike some self-proclaimed invincible humans, who boasted so much earlier, but then got cut in half and just lay there."
Ito Makoto secretly complained.
Looking at the large meat worm that was about to break free, he remained expressionless and felt no ripples in his heart, because he had never taken this so-called Bakuyo Insect seriously from beginning to end. It was just his Shinigami clone playing with her; if Yekawa had come over, a single Cero would have sent her to the heavens on the spot.
"Creak, creak!"
As the crimson Reiatsu and flesh buds poured into the solid ice, the large meat worm finally regained its movement. Amidst a glow of crimson Reiatsu, the solid ice placed by Kazumichi Asayuki completely melted, and the figure of the large meatball within underwent a strange transformation.
A moment later, the crimson Reiatsu light dissipated, revealing a human figure.
It was a beautiful woman in a crimson red dress, with a seductive figure and long, blood-red hair flowing wildly. Her face bore a five-tenths resemblance to Kazumichi Asayuki.
But upon closer inspection, the so-called 'red dress' she wore was actually composed of countless dense, crimson flesh buds.
"Although she has outwardly regained a human form, is she still a disgusting insect inside?"
Ito Makoto's spiritual perception was fully open; he clearly sensed that the woman before him, rather than being a Shinigami, was a chaotic, distorted amalgamation. She gave him a feeling similar to the unintelligent Gillian in Hueco Mundo, but the aura she emitted was countless times more terrifying than a Gillian.
Previously, although the large meatball's Reiatsu was at the peak of Second Class Reiatsu, it could only haphazardly manipulate flesh buds to attack. Now, after absorbing the three Third Class Reiatsu elders, it had allowed her to regain human form.
Although her Reiatsu had not broken through to First Class Reiatsu and remained at the peak of Second Class, she was much more difficult to deal with than before.
"You're surname is... Ito?"
The 'red dress' woman seemed to be recalling something, then spoke faintly.
In response, Ito Makoto merely grinned:
"That's right, my surname is Ito, the Ito of Ito Kai!"
Upon hearing Ito Makoto's words, the look of recollection on Kasumioji Yunchuan's face deepened. A moment later, she spoke excitedly:
"Ito... Kai, I remember now, his name is Ito Kai! He was truly a man of outstanding talent, even the Qianxue I bore by him is exceptionally gifted! It's a pity he was too stubborn and refused to accept the Bakuyoto. I couldn't bear to kill him, so I just found an excuse to make him disappear!"
Kasumioji Yunchuan spoke calmly, as if narrating some insignificant matter.
"Alas, for your sake, he willingly joined the Hueco Mundo Expeditionary Force, and even in the final moments of his exhaustion and death in Hueco Mundo, he still wanted to find you. Even after his death, his lingering obsession refused to dissipate, becoming a Blade Spirit to cling to existence!"
"And you can't even remember his name?"
Originally, when Yekawa learned of this from Ito Kai's lingering obsession in Hueco Mundo, he thought it was a poignant love story. It turned out to be this.
"Alas, Brother Kai, you truly were a complete failure of a simp. You've really disgraced our Ito Family!"
A nameless fire raged in Ito Makoto's heart; he had always been grateful to Ito Kai. If not for obtaining the Asauchi he left behind and learning some Zanjutsu from his residual memories, Yekawa would not have risen so quickly in Hueco Mundo.
"Brother Kai, when you died, you didn't seem to have reached Third Class Reiatsu, so there's a high probability you couldn't enter Hell either."
"It seems sending her down to apologize to you won't be possible, so I'll just send her down to reflect properly!"
In the Shinigami world, as long as one's strength reaches Third Class Reiatsu, their soul will not dissipate after death but will be taken in by Hell. According to Ito Kai's memories, his Reiatsu seemed to be only high-tier Fourth Class when he died, still a great distance from Third Class Reiatsu. Therefore, after his death, he could only turn into spiritual particles in Hueco Mundo and could not be taken in by Hell.
Ito Makoto looked at Kasumioji Yunchuan. He always had a clear self-awareness, knowing that he wasn't a good person. But compared to this madwoman, he was utterly insignificant.
"Go to Hell! You scum of the Soul Society!"
Upon hearing Ito Makoto's words, Kasumioji Yunchuan first glanced at the unconscious Kazumichi Asayuki beside her, then giggled maniacally.
"What a boastful young man! It seems my Qianxue's taste in men isn't as good as mine! You say you'll send me to Hell? If you can do it, by all means, try!"
Kasumioji Yunchuan's voice started out calm, but as she spoke, it grew sharper, eventually erupting into a roaring sound similar to an insect's cry, making Ito Makoto's eardrums ache.
"How noisy!"
"Whoosh!"
The next instant, Ito Makoto moved, stepping with Shunpo to appear before the woman, and with Soumetsu, he slashed down at her face.
"Clang!"
The woman actually transformed into a crimson sharp blade, blocking Ito Makoto's incomparably powerful strike.
At the same time, the 'red dress' on Kasumioji Yunchuan's body began to writhe, transforming into countless flesh buds, attempting to swallow Ito Makoto.
Ito Makoto had no choice but to activate Shunko, his body covered in white light, and he retreated at the fastest possible speed.
Facing the relentlessly pursuing flesh buds, Ito Makoto pointed a finger.
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