Chapter 25: ARGUMENT

Chapter 25: ARGUMENT

Chapter 25: ARGUMENT

Kazuya emerged, seemingly unchanged, except for the absence of his Hollow Mask and his black wings. He had shed all traces of his Hollowesque features.

The most significant change eluded their vision, but the spiritually adept Hollows sensed it with ease.

"How?" Harribel asked, her eyes trembling in shock. "You didn't do it like Mila Rose... you don't feel like a Hollow anymore. You feel like a—"

"A HUMAN!" Mila Rose exclaimed, her voice dripping with incredulity. "What the fuck? Why are you so handsome?”

Sung-Sun stared at him with her sharp, beady eyes, a predatory gleam dancing within them. "What the fuck indeed. To be frank, anyone could imagine a charming face concealed behind Kazuya’s mask. Though, he is a little older than I expected."

“Come on. Spill the beans. Why the hell can you do this?”

As per her usual antics, Apacci poked his leg, but this time, her horn pierced through his thigh like a hot knife through butter. Blood gushed out in a crimson torrent, staining her once pristine white horn in its color.

Kazuya gripped her horn and pushed her back with a grunt. “Geez, don’t go poking around me in this form. I am weak as fuck.”

Miraculously, the wound closed before their eyes, as if time itself had reversed the injury, and the pain dissipated.

‘Sweet. I carried over regeneration in this form,’ he thought, feeling happy for the unexpected boon.

Kazuya felt the urge to examine his current status, but the Hollow ladies' growing impatience demanded his attention. Harribel's eyes practically pleaded for him to unravel the enigma, while Mila Rose, Apacci, and Sung-Sun appeared shaken by the power of his transformation.

Harribel approached him and observed his body from behind, her gaze lingering on the places where scars had once marred his skin, now faded after he switched his race. “A Hollow turning human... impossible...”

It was well known that dead souls turned into Hollows. A Hollow assuming a human-like form after Arrancar transformation was nothing compared to a Hollow reverting to being human; it defied the norms on so many different levels.

Mila Rose dodged his gaze. “Don’t target me. I’m just suggesting the easy methods here.”

“We shouldn’t expect much from her musclehead brain.” Sung-Sun took a vicious jab at Mila Rose’s intelligence. “Please don’t thank me for the compliments. I’m just fulfilling my daily quota of roasting my favorite girl Rose.”

He chuckled at Sung-Sun’s lighthearted teasing. “Rose, they have all kinds of clothes in the Living World. I’ll buy you a ton.”

Mila Rose’s eyes gleamed with desire as her heart fluttered for new, shiny clothes. She brandished her Zanpakutō and plunged it into the ground with a resounding thud, her hands resting defiantly on its hilt. "I agree with Kazuya and Harribel-sama. Let’s leave for the Living World."

“That was fast!” Apacci retorted. “This cheapskate switched sides for some clothes.”

"You're only agreeing with him for the sake of clothes." Sung-Sun playfully lifted Mila Rose's shirt with her sinuous tail, exposing her most intimate area to the world. "This kitten is so easy to read."

Mila Rose yanked down her garment and scratched her thick, wavy hair. "What the hell, Snake? I'm saying this so all of us can survive and become strong away from Baraggan's gaze. Kazuya’s proposal has logic. I have to side with him.”

She hid her desire to explore the Living World and indulge in experiences she couldn't have as a normal Hollow. They were just side benefits of moving to the Living World.

Sung-Sun chuckled, a knowing glint in her eye. "Yeah, yeah."

“Apacci, only you are against me now.” Kazuya squatted down and intimately rubbed her ears. “Come on, my tomboy sweetheart. You’ll lose affection points for being stubborn.”

“Who even wants your affection points?!”

“I never said they were mine. They could be Harribel’s too.”

“...” Apacci lowered her head and hit his knee with her hoof. “Promise to buy me clothes when I become an Arrancar.”

“Just that? Sure. I’ll even get you sexy bikinis so we can have our private pool party.”

His offer came off so nice and genuine that Apacci nodded without inquiring a thing about bikinis.

"Given that I hold the majority of votes," he began, his voice laced with a rare solemnity, "I shall take the lead and scout—" He paused, his gaze shifting to the deeper part of the cave. “Our new guest woke up.”