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Shihouin Yoruichi arched a brow at Moyu's words, puzzled that he wanted to find someone—here, of all places. Had Moyu made that many allies in Hueco Mundo? "A Shinigami," he clarified, standing up slowly. "To be precise. In the Forest of Menos, it may be hard to locate a single Hollow, but a Shinigami? That's easier." Among the suffocating masses of Hollow reiatsu, a Shinigami's spiritual signature was like an oil flower floating on still water—distinct, conspicuous, impossible to miss. "And besides…" he added, pulling out a compact spiritual reader, "we've got Urahara Kisuke's Reiatsu profiling tools." Turning to Yoruichi, he gave a swift, clear command: "You handle the scanner. I'll extend my detection through direct reiatsu perception and Kidō amplification."
Yoruichi didn't argue. Though skeptical, she offered no better plan and simply activated the device without comment. While she worked with the profiler, Moyu closed his eyes, letting his senses stretch wide through the oppressive gloom of the Menos Forest. Minutes passed—ten, then fifteen—before his eyes opened. "Found him," he said, lips curling into a rare smile. "He's still here… deep in the Forest of Menos." The profiler in Yoruichi's hands hadn't picked up anything, reinforcing the superiority of Moyu's natural perception. Without wasting time, they moved deeper into the forest once more.
On the move, Yoruichi finally broke her silence. "Moyu, who exactly are we tracking down?" "You'll know soon enough," he replied, expression unreadable. "You may even recognize him." They moved quietly for several hours, and the further they ventured, the thicker the darkness grew, swallowing even the soft, phosphorescent glow of the quartz trees. Then Moyu halted.
Above them, amid the twisting boughs, a figure darted like a shadow—erratic but purposeful. An Arrancar? No—something more complex. The silhouette wore a black Shihakushō under a thick fur cloak adorned with five bleached skulls, an antelope-shaped Hollow mask crowning his head. He looked like a fusion between Menos and Shinigami. The reiatsu he emanated was dense, heavy, tangled with rage yet distinctly Shinigami in composition. Without warning, the figure surged forward into a nearby Hollow swarm, tearing through them like a blade through paper—a tiger among sheep. A massacre began.
"Him?" Yoruichi's golden eyes widened. "That's the Shinigami?" Moyu nodded solemnly, gaze fixed on the battlefield. "Squad Eleven. Asido. Hundreds of years ago, he led an advance squad into Hueco Mundo. They got trapped. One by one, his squad fell in the Forest of Menos. Now, only Asido remains." Asido's skirmish ended, leaving the clearing littered with mangled limbs, crushed torsos, and shattered masks. He turned, sensing them, and in a flash appeared before them. "Shinigami… with an Arrancar?" His tone was flat, his expression a blend of surprise and suspicion.
"Three-seat, Fourth Division—Kuchiki Moyu," Moyu introduced himself with a respectful nod. "And this is Shihouin Yoruichi." Recognition flickered across Asido's face as he pulled off his mask, revealing short auburn hair framing a sharp, handsome face. "Didn't think I'd ever see a Shinigami again," he said with a faint smile. "You're stronger than I expected…" Moyu stepped forward, not wasting time. "Asido, we came because the Forest of Menos is expanding—reaching higher into Hueco Mundo's crust. It's throwing the whole realm off balance. Do you know what's causing it?"
For a moment, Asido said nothing. His gaze darkened, and when he finally spoke, his voice was heavy. "A new Wang Xu has emerged in the Forest of Menos."
At the same time, elsewhere in the Forest, a tall figure stood in silence, a massive twin-crescent scythe dripping spiritual malice hanging from his hand. Reiatsu crackled violently from his body, shaking the ground as everything near him wilted under his crushing presence. His face twisted into a wild grin. "This reiatsu… this filthy stench…"
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