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"Cut... another bug?" Yammy's voice rumbled low with disdain as his eyes slid toward the boy in the flowered shirt. Yet instead of moving on him, he turned back to the trembling girl in front of him. Crush the ant at his feet first, then the speckled one afterward—it made no difference. They were all destined to die.
His palm stretched forward, a shadow blotting out Orihime's face as demonic claws closed in. Her body shook, eyes wide with terror as the killing intent pressed down like a suffocating weight.
Then a breeze brushed past.
A hand caught Yammy's wrist mid-swing.
"Can't you hear what I just said?" The boy's faint voice carried no urgency, only quiet reproach.
Yammy's eyes shot open. He hadn't even seen him move. The next instant, pain like fire split his arm.
Crunch.
His entire forearm twisted grotesquely, bone and flesh snapping under the boy's grip. Blood sprayed across the ground. Yammy staggered back, shock filling his gaze. Impossible.
Orihime froze, mind blank. She remembered how neither her own techniques nor Sado's strongest blow had so much as dented this giant. Yet Su Li, with a casual twist of the wrist, had crippled an Espada's arm.
Even Ulquiorra, cold and unmoving until now, allowed a shadow of gravity to touch his expression.
The air split again. A roar dropped from the sky.
"Getsuga Tenshō!!"
A crescent of black spiritual energy cleaved downward. The explosion ripped open the park, smoke and debris blasting outward. Yammy's body tore from the cloud, his chest bleeding from a fresh gash—shallow but deep enough to mark him. His white coat stained red, though compared to the mangled ruin of his arm, the cut was nothing.
Ichigo landed in the settling dust, blade still raised, his cloak of Bankai whipping around him. Orihime's breath caught. "Ichigo-san… how did you—"
"I felt your reiatsu," he answered without turning. "Yours and Sado's. I knew you were fighting, so I came." His eyes stayed locked on Yammy, pride flickering as he measured the wound he had carved. Then he noticed the Espada's broken arm.
"Inoue, nice work. Leave the rest to me." His voice brimmed with confidence as he lifted his Zanpakutō.
"But Ichigo-san, that wasn't—" Orihime began, blushing, but he charged before she could explain.
Su Li exhaled, dusting off his shirt with a helpless shake of his head. "Reckless. Always reckless."
Orihime, remembering suddenly, turned back to where Sado lay broken. She rushed to him, voice low and desperate: "Sōten Kisshun!" Golden light enveloped his body, beginning the slow work of mending his shattered chest.
Su Li found shade beneath a tree, settled down without ceremony, and pulled a small book from his pocket, flipping it open with calm disinterest. Tatsuki stared at him, at Orihime, at Ichigo—her mind spinning in disbelief. At last, gritting her teeth, she forced herself to crawl toward Orihime's side.
Meanwhile, Ichigo and Yammy's battle escalated. Ichigo's Bankai-enhanced speed carved shallow lines across the Espada's iron skin. Though none struck as deep as his opening blow, the blood flowing from dozens of shallow cuts stained Yammy's hulking body.
"Damn it, his defense really is thick…" Ichigo's brow furrowed. Only the first strike had landed true—every attack since had barely scratched him.
He raised his sword high. "Getsuga Tenshō!!"
The crescent roared again, cleaving toward Yammy. But this time Yammy caught it on his ruined arm, snarling as the energy tore skin and left a burning wound. Yet he remained standing.
Ichigo's eyes widened. He hadn't realized—the first wound had only struck true because Yammy had been off guard, shocked by Su Li's appearance. Now that he was on the defensive, Ichigo's strength could not breach his hierro so easily.
Yammy's gaze flickered, rage coiling inside him as his eyes cut toward the boy in the floral shirt sitting beneath the trees. If not for that meddling brat, he would never be fighting half-handicapped.
From the corner, Ulquiorra's gaze followed the same figure. His orders were clear: eliminate the orange-haired boy. Yet his attention lingered elsewhere. The black-haired youth, the one suppressing his reiatsu so perfectly, unsettled him. The information was wrong, he thought coldly. There are more than three humans in this world with combat-level reiatsu. And this one—this one is hiding his far too well.
"Oi! Don't look away while fighting!!" Ichigo's roar cut through, his blade swinging down, a fresh surge of black light tearing toward Yammy.
But Yammy's lips split in a grin. His chest expanded, reiatsu flaring red.
"Cero."
The crimson beam, a Grand Ray in its density, collided with Ichigo's attack.
The world exploded.
The shockwave howled outward, tearing earth and air. Orihime and Tatsuki screamed as they were thrown from their feet—only for two hands to seize them by the collar and pull them from the blast.
"Su Li-san!" Orihime cried, eyes wide.
"Th-thank you…" Tatsuki's voice trembled.
"Making all this noise," Su Li sighed, setting them gently down, "how's a man supposed to read in peace?"
The smoke thinned. Ichigo and Yammy stood revealed, both panting, both ragged. Ichigo's shihakushō hung in tatters. Yammy's white jacket dripped with blood.
"Damn… he's not going down easily," Ichigo muttered, gripping Zangetsu tight.
Yammy's eyes burned as he slowly drew a blade from his waist.
Ichigo froze. "That… that's a Zanpakutō?!"
A strange unease shot through him. Deep in his chest, the image of a mask flickered—the same hollow visage that had haunted his dreams, the same that had saved him once in Soul Society. His hand trembled as the mask's energy pulsed against his body.
Dizziness crashed into him. His knees buckled.
"—Ichigo!!" Orihime's voice broke.
"—Ichigo-san!!" Tatsuki's face paled.
Ichigo fell, vision spinning, unable to move as Yammy's grin stretched wide. The Espada blurred forward, blade arcing down toward the boy's head.
The steel froze mid-descent. Yammy's eyes went wide. His wrist was caught again.
Su Li stood there, gaze calm, his hand clamped around Yammy's last remaining arm.
He looked down at Ichigo with faint regret. "If you hesitate, you lose. Hesitate once…"
The sound of snapping bone cracked the air.
"…and you're finished."
Yammy's second arm twisted into ruin.
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