"Not only that, after Resurreccion I can change the form of my Cero and release moves unique to me. But I'm still unfamiliar with the ability, so I can't use them yet."
After releasing the Cero, Sung-Sun still felt a little regretful.
She thought that if it were Lady Harribel, her Arrancarization progress would definitely be much greater than hers.
'A special ability of one's own?', Harribel pondered, thinking of Barragan, who possessed the power of aging.
It was precisely because he controlled the law of aging that Barragan could become the king of Hueco Mundo.
In Harribel's mind, a so-called special ability should be something like that.
Glancing at Mila and the others, who had already returned to normal, Harribel completely relaxed.
But Mila and the others didn't swear allegiance to Rosse like Sung-Sun did.
They still considered themselves subordinate to Harribel, merely having followed her into Rosse's camp.
They would respect and obey Rosse, but in their hearts they cared more about Harribel.
Rosse, however, showed no intention of changing anything. A subordinate's subordinate was still his subordinate; he wasn't that particular. He only turned to look at Harribel.
"Lord Rosse, please grant me Arrancarization," Harribel silently dropped to one knee and bowed her head. She considered herself Rosse's subordinate and naturally should show him the utmost respect.
Even if the other asked her to sacrifice her life, as long as it benefited the group, she would do it.
"Then prepare to receive an honorable evolution," Rosse gently stroked Harribel's golden hair and placed the special fruit he had prepared for her softly into her mouth.
The fruit given to Harribel was completely different from those given to Sung-Sun and the others.
After all, Harribel was a genuine Vasto Lorde, worthy of Rosse preparing a richer metamorphosis.
As the fruit was swallowed, Harribel's body suddenly changed.
Her golden hair grew, and her shark-skin completely shed, revealing healthy wheat-colored skin.
At that moment, the fruit's power activated, turning Harribel's skin pure white. Snow-white skin paired with her explosively impressive figure undoubtedly drew attention.
Her arm, which had resembled a giant sword, slowly separated and became a massive bone cleaver, part of her body and henceforth her weapon in battle.
Rosse admired Harribel's metamorphosis, watching the Hollow mask on her face and chest shatter, revealing that calm, bewitching face and two flashes of crimson against the white below.
"Lord Rosse!"
Harribel's change was swift. She was a Vasto Lorde to begin with and not far from human form; there wasn't much that needed changing.
All the while she remained kneeling on one knee, expressing gratitude for this gift in her own way.
"Very good! Feel your power, I personally chose it for you, it won't be weak."
Rosse smiled and personally fashioned a fitted black robe bearing Jaygarcia's motif, dressing Harribel in it.
Watching Harribel's strength soar from S- to S+, Rosse felt sincere satisfaction.
'Indeed, it has to be the world's origin. For things that are beneficial, it pursues them more actively than anyone.'
Harribel, as a Vasto Lorde, already contained a considerable portion of this world's own origin within herself.
To assimilate that origin without attracting this world's notice required even more investment from his world.
Since Harribel would be the first Vasto-class Arrancar under his command, Rosse naturally spared no expense.
For various reasons, Harribel's power experienced a dramatic spike.
"Lord Rosse, my base abilities and my water-attribute specialty have each been enhanced more than fivefold. And after Resurreccion I gained an ability called 'Sacrifice.'"
The water-attribute specialty did not surprise Harribel.
Upon becoming a Vasto Lorde, she had acquired such abilities. Though they were somewhat useless; she usually relied on her physical strength in battle.
It was that ability called "Sacrifice" that genuinely delighted her.
"This is a gift for you, not a shackle forcing you to give your life. I hope you use it well," Rosse smiled.
After confirming Harribel, he had also confirmed this special ability with the world's origin.
It was not arbitrary, Harribel had the potential in that direction, which is why she matched so well with that ability.
Otherwise, even with the world's origin's help, the result might have been an ill fit. Like a Nika fruit being Nika only in Luffy's hands and merely a useless rubber fruit for someone else.
"Lord Rosse! I understand!", Harribel nodded heavily, committing Rosse's words to memory.
The Sacrifice ability was simple and brutal.
The stronger the resolve to die, the greater the burst of combat power.
Put simply: burn life to gain power.
If she were willing to burn all her life, Harribel believed she could even kill the Aizen from before in an instant.
But faced with that Aizen, she could not truly hold such a suicidal conviction, so she couldn't unleash power far beyond his.
Her ability grew stronger against strong foes and was also strong against weak ones, overall a very good ability.
And since Harribel herself always carried a spirit of self-sacrifice, she felt she no longer feared any opponent.
Anyone who dared stand before Rosse, she would crush.
For her, it was that simple.
Harribel looked at Rosse and silently swore.
She accepted Rosse so quickly in part because of his actions.
She saw a reflection of herself in him.
Back then she'd been willing to help Sung-Sun and the others, hauling those burdens along and helping them grow, much like what Rosse was doing now.
After Arrancarization, Harribel found she still could not sense Rosse's spiritual pressure.
Now she was certain Rosse was not merely a Vasto Lorde; he was absolutely a level above them.
Before him, her strength was of no real help.
Yet he still willingly helped the weak her, that earned her genuine respect and caused her to regard him as her only confidant.
"Get familiar with your abilities. There's a ready punching bag here. But Harribel, you won't need it, he couldn't even withstand you before," Rosse waved and lifted the monkey Hollow's sensory seal, smiling as he pointed at it.
Since the specimen had already been captured for Arrancarization, it might as well be put to use.
Sung-Sun and the others leapt forward eagerly. Amid the monkey Hollow's screams, they began adapting to their abilities.
Harribel merely nodded slightly, standing quietly behind Rosse and watching the farce unfold.
Suddenly she felt that if things could stay like this, it wouldn't be so bad.
But she knew Rosse's heart held ravines; he would not allow life to remain peaceful.
In the future, her sword would be stained with blood.
Harribel stroked the giant bone sword hung at her waist and silently made up her mind.
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