A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

The falling palms of the Giant God Soldiers stopped suddenly.

Time and space seemed to be frozen at this moment, and everything in the world stopped moving!

Only a calm figure was walking slowly.

"Enough is enough."

Lord raised his hands and clasped his five fingers, triggering the will of hell to come down. He imprisoned the giant soldier in place lightly, his eyes fell on Grimmjow and Gwen in the deep pit below, and said indifferently: "Your performance , I’ve seen all of them, let’s stop testing here.”

"Lord Lord..." Grimmjow's hair was stained red with blood, and he stood up from the pit unsteadily, with a look of resignation flashing across his face, he growled, "I ...I haven't lost yet, please let me fight it again!"

"I...me too... Lord Lord." Although Gwen said so, in fact she was worse than Grimmjow, and she was slapped by the giant soldier , the lower body became bloody.

"no need."

Lord shook his head, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and said: "I have fully seen your potential, and it is meaningless to continue fighting."

Anyone could hear the disappointment in his tone, especially in the eyes he looked at Grimmjow and Gwen, with an indescribable sense of loss.

"Go back and heal your wounds, prepare to break the surface in a few days."

Lord turned around, left a word and disappeared.

"Hasward...is he...disappointed with us?" Grimmjow gritted his teeth and asked, this was the first time in his life that he felt trapped inside. Wrapped in deep humiliation.

"No." Hathward shook his head slightly, and said bluntly: "Master Lord is not disappointed with you, but his expectations for you are too high."

"Expectation?"*2

"Yes, expect."

Hasward pushed down the lens expressionlessly, and then said: "Master Lord thinks that you two have the potential to enter the Warstord class, so he arranged this battle, but you let him down. gone."

"Varstord..." Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and murmured in a daze, "So, is this what he expects from me?"

"Lord Lord..." Gwen lowered her head in shame.

"There is no need to be ashamed." Hasward said the most heart-wrenching words with a calm face: "This is not your fault, after all, your aptitude is nothing more than that, so you don't need to be ashamed of what you can't do at all .”

In his eyes, Lord Lord thinks highly of them.

Even though they have been pushed to the brink of death, they still haven't exploded enough to reach the final apex potential.At least with their own strength alone, it is impossible to break through to the Varstord level in their lifetime.

Qualification is one of the most important criteria for measuring whether Daxu can evolve or not!

From the very beginning, the aptitude of certain Daxu was destined to be Yachukas at the end of the road, not Vastord who was above all Daxu.

No need to be ashamed, no need to feel shame.

because.....

This is the inherent destiny!

The meaning of Hasward's words was exactly this. He didn't intend to deliberately ridicule or ridicule, but just put this cruel fact in front of Grimmjow and Gwen!

Whether you are angry, unwilling, or resentful, you can't change these doomed things!

Surprisingly, this time Grimmjow didn't open his mouth to refute, but just raised his head and stared at Hartsward with those azure blue beast eyes. There was a sense of saying no in his calm and silent eyes. Unclear pride and self-confidence.

"Perhaps you are right, Hartsward."

Grimmjow stood up slowly, and said: "But I don't believe that there is a predestined destiny in this world, if there is...I will use my claws to tear the so-called destiny in your mouth!"

"interesting......"

Harthward's emerald green eyes shimmered under the lens, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Tearing up fate...can it be done by you? Grimmjow Jakajack. "

"Wait...Hasward"

Grimmjow grinned with a ferocious smile: "I, Grimmjow Jakajack, will definitely become the king above all the big monsters!"

Hasward pushed down his glasses and smiled: "I look forward to that day."

interesting......

The leopard's unruly and unruly eyes, as well as its arrogant and unyielding spirit, made him seem to understand why Lord Lord favored it so much.

Varstord...seems like a real possibility!

"Go back and heal."

Hasward kept this expectation in his heart, and then said lightly: "In a few days, Lord Lord will personally disfigure you, and there will be a surprise for you at that time."

Grimmjow snorted coldly, bit Gwen who couldn't move, and left the place in a snap.

After everyone leaves.

"Hmm... this big guy, how do we deal with it?" Hasward noticed the still imprisoned giant soldier, and couldn't help but feel a headache.

This guy's size is really too big, and he doesn't have individual consciousness yet. He is an incommunicable existence. It doesn't seem to be an option to bring him back to the Soul Realm rashly, but if he stays here, I'm afraid that this guy will mess around!

Although it's just an experimental product, it's still a Shamen after all. Naturally, such a precious material cannot be easily destroyed.

What's more, when Lord Lord left, he didn't specifically tell him how to deal with it. He was obviously not satisfied with it, so he left it so casually.

"Forget it, let's seal it up first." Hasward thought about it, and decided to seal it up first, and it won't be too late to let it come out when Lord Lord has orders in the future.

...

Penance tower.

After sealing the Giant God Soldier, Hasward suddenly remembered something, hurried back to the Tower of Confession, and said respectfully, "My lord, do you still remember something?"

"What's the matter?"

Lord sat cross-legged in the cell, and when he heard Hasward's words, he couldn't help raising his brows slightly, and said in doubt.

"My lord, do you still remember the abomination?" Hasward explained, "It was the green-skinned monster that we caught during the New York War. You asked me to transform it into a void."

Having said that...

Lord suddenly remembered, they even caught an abomination!

It's just that he hated being tortured into PTSD by Harsward at the beginning, which made the transformation process not very smooth. Coupled with various things later, he kept forgetting about it.

Had it not been for Hasward's reminder, he might not have remembered it!

"Abhorrence, I remember, what happened to it?" Lord nodded and asked.

Hasward suddenly puffed up his chest, his emerald green eyes lit up slightly, and said with a little pride in his tone: "I have lived up to my lord's entrustment, the hatred has been transformed into a void, and after this period of feeding, it has reached the sub- Chukas class."

"Oh...huh???"

Lord stared and said in surprise, "What did you say? Hate...became Yachukas?"

"That's right, Lord Lord." The corners of Hasward's lips rose slightly, and he said proudly: "The abomination has been transformed into a Yachukas-level monster, and it has been sleeping in my shadow space."

"Wait...how did you do it?" Lord asked in surprise: "I remember it can't be transformed? Why did it suddenly become Yachukas?"

"It's simple."

Hasward pushed down his glasses and said with a smile: "I dug a hole in his chest and threw it in the kilian pile, and he was infected and transformed by the spiritual pressure of the group of Daxu."