Naruto: Sasuke Uchiha Returns from Soul Society

They were tearing at each other, fighting over a carcass of their own that had been gnawed beyond recognition, emitting nauseating roars.

Sasuke's figure appeared silently in the sky, indifferently looking down at the ugly scene below.

Raise your right hand, fingertips together.

"Hado No. 4, White Lightning".

A condensed white lightning bolt shot out from his hand, precisely piercing through one of the illusory masks.

Without giving the other voids any time to react, lightning flashed continuously at the fingertips, and in just a few breaths, the area below had returned to deathly silence.

Sasuke's figure reappeared on the skeleton, and he slowly lowered his hand.

Close your eyes and immerse all your senses in the connection with the soul of "Indra".

A warm current was slowly emanating from the hilt of the sword.

Although faint, it does exist.

In fact, if he hadn't consciously tried to perceive it, he would have almost completely ignored it.

"I see."

Sasuke slowly opened his eyes, and the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished.

This ability to devour was not a sudden awakening; it has existed from the very beginning.

However, the spiritual pressure of those low-level voids is too thin, like a drop of water in the desert, and cannot be detected at all unless you deliberately look for it.

Only when it accumulates to a certain extent can it be clearly perceived by him.

It was only just now, with the death of that Cambychus Arrancar, that this hidden ability was finally fully revealed.

"Oh......"

Thinking of this, Sasuke couldn't help but chuckle, then put Aizen's initial instructions out of his mind.

He was more inclined to believe that the guy had discovered his ability from the beginning, which was why he gave him this task.

In that case, it seems pointless to waste time extraditing those useless virtual beings back.

.............

In the following time, Sasuke Uchiha's figure swept across the boundless sea of ​​sand outside Hueco Mundo.

Whether it's a pack of Kyrians or a lone Adjuchas, any prey that appears within his perception range has only one fate.

Indra greedily devoured the spiritual pressure that dissipated after each killing, and then transformed it into the purest power to nourish its master.

During this process, Sasuke could clearly feel his spiritual pressure increasing at an abnormally rapid pace.

That feeling of constantly being filled with power is addictive.

How long did the hunt last?

Sasuke didn't know.

In this world where there is no alternation of day and night, time has long lost its meaning.

He enjoyed this pure hunt, savoring the feeling of fullness that came from the depths of his soul after each swing of his knife.

"Roar--!!!"

With a roar of resentment, an Adjuchas-level Hollow, shaped like a giant butterfly, was completely engulfed by a pillar of black flame that descended from the sky.

Sasuke landed lightly on a sand dune not far away, calmly feeling the spiritual pressure in his body that was far stronger than when he first entered Hueco Mundo, and revealed a genuine smile.

This is the sixteenth Adjuchas.

According to Aizen's requirements, this level of "material" should have been brought back alive.

but......

Sasuke glanced down at the buzzing "Indra" in his hand, feeling the will that connected with his soul, and a smile appeared on his lips.

How could we so easily give away such delicious snacks to others?

Each time he devoured something during this period, he gained more and more control over "Indra".

Sasuke even had a vague feeling that the day when he could subdue that hatred was not far off.

He slowly turned around, casting his gaze into the depths of the desert, his eyes gleaming with an almost obsessive longing.

"Not enough..."

"We need more."

..........

The Great Hollow Forest, a forest composed of enormous white crystals, is the lair of the Adjuchas and one of the few Hollows gathering places in this desolate desert.

In the shadows of the sand dunes, several figures moved swiftly, landing silently.

Leading the group was a tall, voluptuous woman with healthy wheat-colored skin.

Beneath his short, golden hair were a pair of emerald green eyes, and his face was covered by a shark-like jawbone mask, adding to his wildness.

It was Tia Heribel, one of the actual rulers of this region.

"Lady Harribel."

One of the most impatient Adjuchas Hollows, named Apache, couldn't help but speak as she ran, "Are we really going? Those idiots are just asking for death by being surrounded by that group of male Hollows!"

Mira Rhodes chimed in, her tone full of disdain: "That's right, Lady Harribel. It's not worth risking the four of us to save those useless good-for-nothings!"

Only Sun Sun followed silently at the back, not saying a word, only occasionally raising her head to look worriedly at the silent figure at the front.

"But they might still be alive."

Despite her subordinates' complaints, Halibel did not falter. Her voice was calm and resolute as she said, "As long as there is still a possibility, I cannot stand idly by."

"That kind of hearsay isn't worth the risk you're taking!"

Mira Rhodes couldn't help but remind her, "Besides, there's a rumor that a powerful Grim Reaper is hunting nearby. That's the Grim Reaper!"

"Shut up."

Two words instantly silenced the complaints behind him.

"The reason we were able to survive in this dog-eat-dog desert is not because we are stronger than anyone else, but because we know how to support each other."

Heribel turned her head to the side, her eyes appearing particularly sharp in the darkness. "No one seeking refuge is a piece of trash, much less a burden that can be discarded at will."

"My purpose in being is to prevent any sacrifices from occurring."

These words silenced both Apache and Mila Rhodes.

They were all once lonely Adjuchas, struggling to survive in mutual slaughter.

Hunted by the stronger, devoured by one's own kind—this is the only law of Hueco Mundo.

Until they met Haribel.

It was she who, in an undeniable manner, rescued them from despair just as they were about to be devoured by other male Hollows.

It was she who first reached out to them, telling them that "fighting is meaningless; the only way to survive is to support each other."

It was from that moment on that they first felt the warmth of "comrades" in this cruel Hueco Mundo.

She saw them as companions, not as prey to be devoured at any time.

"Let's go."

Heribel didn't explain further, because she knew they would understand.

However, just as she was about to take another step, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from above her.

"What a deeply moving game of companionship."

A gruff voice rang out, making no attempt to hide its mockery, "Heribel, you're still the same as before, enjoying saving useless trash."

She suddenly raised her head, her emerald green eyes narrowing instantly as she stared intently at the sand dunes not far ahead.

"Who goes there?!" Apache immediately became alert and, along with the other two, assumed a fighting stance.

On the sand dunes, a burly figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the skeletons.

The newcomer was an Arrancar, tall and muscular, but most striking of all was his head, which resembled a giant hammer.

The remnants of the mask fused eerily with his skull, forming a massive hammerhead covered in sharp horns. The single eye on his face gleamed with cruel light, looking down at them from above.

He was shirtless, and the number "No. 51" was branded on the edge of the huge hole in his chest.

In his hands, he held two enormous weapons that resembled warhammers, extending from his arm bones.

“Sal Apollo’s lackey,” Heribel uttered a name coldly.

"Lackey?" Hammerhead sneered. "This is just a path to power."

The moment he finished speaking, the sand beneath his feet cracked violently, and he charged towards Heribel with a savage aura.

Herribel's gaze instantly turned serious, and a massive, shark-fin-like, yellow bone blade materialized on her right arm.

With a swift movement, she charged fiercely towards the hammerhead above!

"Clang—!!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing.

The hammerhead shattered the bone-spiky fist, colliding violently with Halibel's blade, sending sparks flying.

Heribel felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, and her whole body slid backward uncontrollably.

Such incredible power!

Herribel's heart sank; with just one collision, she had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

"Apache, you guys get out of here!" Her voice suddenly turned shrill.

"But, Lady Harribel!"

"That's an order!"

The moment she finished speaking, her figure blurred again, and she charged headlong towards the hammerhead.

The three Apaches stared at that resolute figure, gritting their teeth, their eyes filled with resentment and struggle.

"go!"