Lewd!
Too lewd!
How could such an ability exist in this world?!
For the first time, Nelliel realized she was still naive.
Neither in Hueco Mundo nor Soul Society had she ever met someone like this!
Fight and Ultra…
This is unacceptable!
Before the thought even fully formed, her body was already moving.
I have to escape!
No matter what ability this Shinigami has, his spiritual pressure has limits!
If I break out, I can escape his Shikai's range!
As she thought this, her body erupted with a surge of spiritual pressure.
Her four hooves galloped toward the colosseum's edge before she leaped—her elegant, athletic form cutting a graceful arc through the air.
Beneath her bone mask, her delicate face tensed as she shouted:
"Lanzador Verde!"
With that cry, the long, double-headed lance in her hands glowed emerald, its entire length transforming into a streak of light.
"BOOM—!!"
The lance shot forward like a javelin, aimed squarely at the spectator stands blocking her path.
A Cero-like beam of energy erupted, swallowing nearly half the stands in an instant. The deafening explosion shook the entire colosseum, sending a storm of dust and debris billowing outward.
A path dozens of meters long had been blasted through the towering walls.
But Nelliel paid no attention.
Her dual-layered heart-shaped pupils locked onto the opening ahead.
Bathed in pink light, her eyes shone with hope.
Her hooves pounded against the ground as she sprinted toward freedom.
If I can just get through—
Her Sonído carried her across the distance in a blink.
As the hazy light ahead grew clearer, the innocent Antelope Knight's eyes widened further.
"I'm out!"
She whispered in relief.
But then—
The same girlish voice from before chirped in her ear:
[Role: Centaur ♡ Love Gladiator]
[Rule Violation: Second Offense]
[2] → [1]
Nelliel's face froze.
Then—
Her spiritual pressure began draining at an even more terrifying rate, pouring uncontrollably toward Fujimiya's side.
When she looked up again—
Fujimiya stood before her, the colosseum completely intact.
All the spectators she had just obliterated were back, alive and cheering like maniacs.
"Such a feisty centaur girl! So spirited!"
"Her flavor is strong and powerful!"
"Strong and powerful!!"
"Hah! Young man! Why aren't you fighting yet?"
"Hurry up and charge at that sheep butt!!"
The overlapping voices sent a chill down Nelliel's spine.
Even when facing hundreds of Gillian in the Forest of Menos, she had never felt pressure this overwhelming.
This opponent was unlike any she had ever faced.
And most importantly—
Those shameless rules!!
Fujimiya spoke calmly: "I already told you."
"This arena, these spectators, their cheers—they're all just part of the 'script.' No matter how much you destroy, it's meaningless." He drew his Asauchi, his gaze steady. "Until our spiritual pressure battle ends, neither of us can leave."
"Those are the rules."
"But…"
"How much spiritual pressure do you have left now?"
Every word weighed heavily on Nelliel's heart.
The number above Fujimiya's head had risen from [4] to [5].
The moment he finished speaking—
Fujimiya moved.
"BOOM—!"
The massive spiritual pressure he now wielded—far beyond his usual capacity—sent him rocketing forward at blinding speed.
"First Form, Revised: Steel-Sundering Barrage!"
His blade, sheathed in pure spiritual light, carved a deep, precise scar into the ground as it arced toward Nelliel—its speed multiplied several times over, the entire sword becoming a streak of light.
Though weakened, Nelliel's reflexes were still sharp. Her double-headed lance swept horizontally to intercept.
But this time—
"CLANGCLANGCLANG—!!"
A series of crisp metallic shrieks rang out as the hardened bone lance was effortlessly sliced into segments, its spiritual pressure scattering like ash.
Pathetic!
Nelliel's eyes, hidden beneath her helmet, contracted to pinpricks.
Just as the blade was about to reach her throat—
She roared:
"Lanzador Verde—Detonate!"
The shattered lance fragments erupted like a cluster of bombs, a massive Cero-like explosion engulfing both Fujimiya and Nelliel and hurling them apart.
Fujimiya tumbled across the ground before stabbing his sword into the earth to slow himself, his free hand already forming an incantation gesture as he chanted:
"Hadō 88—Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!"
A thick beam of lightning-encased energy blasted forth, tearing a vacuum path through the air—its core white-hot, vaporizing any dust or debris in its way.
Nelliel's hooves hadn't even found footing before the attack reached her. Her tightly sealed lips parted in shock.
"Cero… Doble!"
The next instant, the terrifying lightning beam was swallowed whole—space itself distorting around her mouth as she absorbed the energy until her chest swelled to its limit.
Then—
She spat it back out.
"BOOOOOOM—!!!"
The already-enhanced lightning attack now carried a black-red Cero mixed within, its power magnified yet again as it collided with Fujimiya's barrier.
"Bakudō 81—Dankū."
The translucent shield cracked like spiderwebs under the strain but held firm.
[Kidō +10]
But before Fujimiya could relax—
Nelliel burst from the dust, her newly reformed lance aimed straight at him.
"CLANG—!!"
Lance met blade in a shower of sparks.
Yet this time, despite the overwhelming force of her downward strike, Fujimiya only sank slightly into the ground, skidding back a few meters.
No longer could she send him flying like a leaf in the wind.
The more this reality set in, the more desperate Nelliel became—her lance strikes growing faster, fiercer, pushing her body to its limits.
She couldn't imagine what would happen if she lost under these bizarre rules.
Those who had long been strong rarely remembered what it was like to be weak.
Especially against a Shinigami with such terrifying desires.
The fear gripping her now was worse than any life-or-death battle.
This was unacceptable!
Her massive lance whirled through the air like a white ribbon, its twin tips stabbing and slashing from all angles. Her centaurian physique gave her superior reach and positioning, and her centuries of battle in Hueco Mundo honed her skills to perfection.
To an ordinary observer, their clash would be nothing but blurred afterimages—colliding, separating, and colliding again in a storm of sparks and spiritual pressure.
With each slash, Fujimiya siphoned another wisp of Nelliel's spiritual pressure, widening his advantage.
But Nelliel fought just as fiercely, each lance strike stealing back a fraction of his strength.
This was the core of the [Script]—a battle to drain the other's spiritual pressure dry!
Yet the innocent Antelope Knight failed to notice one thing.
Despite the [5] vs. [1] score difference, Fujimiya's skill was only marginally superior.
This was a trap.
Set by a scheming Shinigami for a naive little sheep.
"THUD!"
A brutal strike from Fujimiya's hilt smashed into Nelliel's side, caving in a portion of her antelope torso and sending her crashing to the ground.
But like Fujimiya earlier, her wounds stitched themselves back together at inhuman speed.
The young man gazed down at her struggling form, a confident smile playing on his lips as he asked:
"Hey, Vasto Lorde."
"What's your name?"
Exhausted, her body barely holding on—
Nelliel still managed to prop herself up on her lance, her voice weak but clear:
"Neliel Tu Oderschvank."
"Nel, huh?"
"I'm Fujimiya Makoto. Remember it well."
His tone was almost cheerful as he stepped closer, his Asauchi leaving a deep groove in the ground despite not even touching it.
"What a shame, though."
"Compared to the gallant knight from before…"
"The current Neliel, trembling with fear, is…"
He stopped five meters away, spreading his arms mockingly.
"Pathetic."
But in that exact moment—
Light blazed behind Nelliel's mask.
Her demeanor shifted instantly—all her remaining spiritual pressure condensing into one final strike.
In that instant, she and her lance became one—a streak of light shooting straight at Fujimiya.
This was her last hope. Her final gambit.
"Antelope Knight—Ultra Acceleration!!"
The lance, now pure energy, pierced Fujimiya's chest—pinning the overconfident villain to the ground in a single, decisive blow.
Blood gushed from Fujimiya's mouth, his eyes dim, his face frozen in shock.
The entire colosseum fell silent.
An outcome no one had expected.
Then—
The sword's cutesy voice rang out:
[The winner is—Centaur ♡ Love Gladiator!!!]
The moment the words were spoken—
The silent arena exploded into deafening cheers.
Nelliel weakly lifted her head, a relieved smile tugging at her lips beneath her mask.
Her trembling eyes scanned the crowd.
From the despair of hearing the rules… to the hope of victory—
It had been centuries since she last faced such a bizarre, hopeless situation as an Adjuchas!
But thankfully, this Shinigami had gotten careless.
Now that it was over…
This place should vanish, right?
Just as she thought this—
The sword's voice piped up, confused:
[Centaur ♡ Love Gladiator, what are you waiting for?]
[Claim your prize.]
Nelliel blinked, then turned to where Fujimiya had been impaled.
The lance was gone.
In its place, Fujimiya lay shackled at the wrists and ankles.
A dreadful realization dawned on her.
The innocent Antelope Knight's eyes widened in horror.
"W-Wait?!"
"Even if I win, I still have to do… that?!"
Her voice cracked.
"Isn't that obvious?"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Then, like a wave, the entire colosseum erupted in unison:
"RIDE HIM!"
"RIDE HIM!"
"RIDE HIM!"
Nelliel's entire body locked up, her spiritual pressure at its lowest.
Only now did she understand the true horror of this [Script].
On the surface, it was a battle to steal spiritual pressure while following rules.
In truth—
It was a contest to see who had lower morals!
The Hollow's limits versus the Shinigami's limits.
Which was worse?
Before today, the answer would have been obvious.
But after meeting Fujimiya—
Nothing was certain anymore.
Slowly, trembling, Nelliel turned to Fujimiya—still chained to the ground.
Her gaze wavered, a desperate hope flickering in her eyes.
—S-Surely, even a Shinigami wouldn't endure being ○○○○ by a female Vasto Lorde… right?
Then she saw the burning anticipation in Fujimiya's eyes.
This guy wanted it!
But then, as if remembering his [Role], Fujimiya tilted his head and weakly groaned:
"Guh—! Just kill me!"