[A Few Days Later, In Las Noches]
Kurosaki Masaki, her hair loose over her shoulders, silently stood up and walked to the washstand beside her, rinsing her mouth over and over.
Behind her, Rosse wore a light smile, watching her graceful silhouette.
In the end, she loved others more than she loved herself. Through her actions, Kurosaki Masaki expressed her decision.
Rosse was very satisfied with that.
He didn't care why someone made a choice, only that they made it.
Based on different choices, he would give different rewards.
"How should I address you?", After rinsing for a long time, Kurosaki Masaki turned her head, her voice hoarse as she asked.
Since she had already made her decision, she wasn't the type to keep hesitating. She had known it would come to this sooner or later anyway.
These past few days she had thought everything through.
If she didn't agree, she wouldn't be able to leave this place, only be placed under disguised house arrest.
In that case, even if something happened to Ichigo and the others, she wouldn't even know, much less help.
Besides, Rosse had already shown her a lot of respect.
Given the gap in their strength, no matter what Rosse wanted to do, she couldn't resist anyway.
These past few days he had only occasionally forced her, mostly coming to chat with her, which was already giving her dignity.
If she continued to not know what was good for her, once Rosse's patience ran out, the outcome wouldn't change anyway.
"Call me whatever you like. Starting today, you're Las Noches's No. 8."
Rosse smiled slightly and granted Kurosaki Masaki a position among the Espada.
With her former strength, she was capable of maintaining a spot among them.
In the future, under his enhancements, she might even surpass Harribel.
After all, the woman before him was also a monster who carried Hollow power and Quincy power combined.
And the remaining Shinigami power would not be lacking either.
"As you command, my dear Lord Rosse!"
Kurosaki Masaki smiled with something slightly twisted in it. At this moment, her mindset seemed to have shifted a little.
She still cared about Ichigo and the others, but after days of torment, she had thought a lot, resented a lot, and in the end realized that relying on others was never as good as relying on herself.
The only one who could truly help her was herself.
"Since your Quincy power and Hollow power are both very weak right now, I'll grant you Shinigami power first," Rosse said with a smile.
"Huh? Granting power to others like that, doesn't it affect you?", Kurosaki Masaki asked curiously.
She had asked Isshin similar questions before and heard that giving Shinigami power to ordinary people was troublesome.
"You already understand spirit particles yourself. It's just spending a bit to awaken you. It's nothing troublesome."
From Rosse's observations, placing Hollow power, Quincy power, and Shinigami power into someone's body was not difficult.
It was only that most people's spirit bodies were fragile, and when two types of power clashed, their spirit bodies would easily break.
But Rosse had no need to worry about that.
Even if Kurosaki Masaki's body couldn't handle the collision of three types of power, he could forcibly stabilize her with his life force until the three powers reached balance.
"All right, get ready."
As Rosse spoke, he raised his Zanpakuto.
"Wait! Wait! Wait, just like this? At least let me put on more clothes."
Kurosaki Masaki placed a hand over her chest, looking embarrassed.
"For convenience when supplying life force later, no need to cover up so much."
Rosse spoke indifferently, and the Zanpakuto was already thrust into Kurosaki Masaki's body.
But this time, there was no blood. Only a surge of spirit particles flowed into her.
This was his Shinigami power, and once inside her body it would gradually become her own.
This method wasn't unique to him. Most Soul Reapers could theoretically do it, though very few actually would.
"Ah!"
The moment the Shinigami power entered her, it immediately stimulated her Quincy power and Hollow power. All three surged wildly inside her, as if trying to tear her spirit apart.
Kurosaki Masaki clutched her stomach in agony, trembling all over as she endured.
She knew the process wouldn't be pleasant, but she hadn't expected it to be this unbearable.
This level of suffering was no less than the sensation during the Auswahlen, when her life had kept slipping away.
"Just as expected. Shinigami power stimulates Quincy power and Hollow power. When the three merge, they force the spirit body to evolve. If you endure, you become the perfect spirit body. If you don't, you turn to ash."
Rosse murmured softly. He knew very well that if Kurosaki Masaki had to rely on herself alone, she absolutely couldn't withstand the fusion of the three powers.
Or rather, unless someone was born with it by chance, no one could withstand it.
Even someone on Yamamoto's level would be the same.
The stronger the person, the stronger the force needed for fusion, and the stronger the fusion's eruption.
If the fusion force was too little, it would be treated as an intruder and killed by the body's spirit particles before fusion even began.
"Rosse... I... I can't take it anymore!"
Kurosaki Masaki begged, looking at Rosse. Her body was nearly breaking apart.
The extreme level of pain was something she truly couldn't endure anymore.
Though she hated the idea of begging Rosse, her survival instinct overwhelmed her.
"Don't worry. Everything will go smoothly."
Rosse slowly moved behind her, leaning close to her ear.
Then Kurosaki Masaki felt her lower abdomen suddenly swell with warmth as a surge of pure life force flooded into her.
The three powers still tangled violently inside her, but with this pure life force protecting her, the pain was vastly reduced.
She even found herself able to pay attention to the feeling.
But she didn't understand something.
This wasn't releasing energy, so why did he always have to use this method? She felt like Rosse pressing against her, or her biting his finger, would have had the same effect.
But thinking about her situation, she wisely said nothing.
In a way, the more interested Rosse was in her, the luckier she should consider herself.
He was a genuine Hollow, the king of Hueco Mundo.
If he ever got tired of her, she wouldn't be released. She would be buried somewhere in the desert, her body never found.
Just imagining it was terrifying enough.
Pressing her lips together, Kurosaki Masaki's expression grew increasingly twisted.
Yes, she really was that shameful.
Just to stay alive, she would truly do anything.
If she died, she wouldn't have to think about anything anymore.
But she still wanted to keep living disgracefully, even using Ichigo and the others as an excuse.
She was, without a doubt, a completely rotten woman!
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