Shinigami I Am Uchiha Madara

"Hey, Uchiha Madara, I won't show mercy this time!"

A figure stepped out from the shadow of the sand dunes. It was not a human figure, but a sharp-edged cheetah. Especially the gaze revealed by those blue eyes, like two sharp blades, containing indescribable arrogance and Haki.

Leopard King, Grimmjow!

"Finally I find you!"

When Grimmjow saw Uchiha Madara, the corners of Grimmjow's mouth curved from the bottom of his heart.

"This level Reiatsu...I didn't expect that you have become even stronger!"

Grimmjow's blood boiled with excitement, and he even raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl. There is no need for too many words, this whistle contains the fighting spirit that has been suppressed for many years.

The World War I was interrupted due to interference, which has always been Grimmjow's heart disease.

Now that we meet again, the fighting spirit has not disappeared, instead it erupted like a torrent, out of control!

Grimmjow couldn't see any fear in Madara's eyes, but a strong fighting spirit. It's a wonderful thing for Grimmjow, because he can finally have a good fight.

"Are you exuding Reiatsu on purpose to lure me to show up? What a cunning fellow."

Grimmjow snorted coldly, feeling uncomfortable that his nature had been seen by his opponent. He was hunting a group of Gillian earlier, but when he sensed Uchiha Madara Reiatsu, Grimmjow's body stiffened, and then he trembled with excitement.

Even after all these years, Grimmjow still has this fearsome opponent in his heart. Although possessing the High-Speed ​​Regeneration ability, Grimmjow did not deliberately restore the scars left by that battle. Today, there are still traces of being pierced by the snake-shaped long sword on his chest.

"What do you think?"

Uchiha Madara stood on the dune, watching Grimmjow coldly. The bright moonlight shone on the black Siba suit, as if shrouded in a hazy sense of mystery. Whenever the breeze blows, the long black hair dances behind her.

Although Uchiha Madara didn't move, his aura gradually rose, like a light that illuminates the night.

Uchiha Madara's mouth raised a meaningful smile, he stood indifferently, with a calm look, but it caused great pressure on Grimmjow's psychology.

Grimmjow frowned, his thoughts racing.

"We absolutely want to fight for a future without regrets!"

"One day, we want Hueco Mundo to transform in the ocean, evolve according to our dreams, and finally become Vasto Lorde!"

"Grimmjow, I believe that one day you will become the king of the Void Night Palace and the lord of this sky!"

"Only you have the aptitude of king, only you can lead us to the future..."

Once upon a time, the words that his subordinates had said—come to mind.

At the beginning, Grimmjow was just a weak Gillian, but he devoured it step by step with his tenacious will, and finally transformed into a leopard king.

Once, Vasto Lorde was like Kyōka Suigetsu vanished.

Once, the sky was out of reach for Hueco Mundo.

...

Now is your chance!

As long as you defeat Uchiha Madara, defeat him, and devour him, you can transform into Vasto Lorde and become the master at the top of the food chain.

"No matter what, I absolutely...absolutely beat Ni, Uchiha Madara!"

Roar!

Shocking roar, accompanied by suffocating majestic Reiatsu. At this moment, the Reiatsu in Grimmjow's body gushed out unreservedly, raging in all directions.

"It is really courageous to be unwilling to flee when you encounter an enemy far stronger than you."

Uchiha Madara praised: "However, courage is not the same as strength. It is just an excuse for the weak to deceive themselves."

"It's a pity...you alone can no longer make me feel threatened.

He stepped forward, screaming suddenly, a burst of hot Reiatsu that almost condensed into flames surged out, causing the temperature of the entire space to rise sharply in an instant.

Uchiha Madara's momentum was like a rainbow, and he unabashedly released Reiatsu. That strong fighting spirit swept all directions like a storm and spread to every corner of the Menos Grande forest.

At this moment, the air seems to be blocked by Reiatsu, and even time has come to a standstill.

...asking for flowers......

"Well..."

Even Grimmjow, as an Adjuchas, is still overwhelmed by this powerful Reiatsu. He curled up and tried his best to resist the strong wind of Reiatsu.

"How could it be that, in just a few years, he has become so strong?"

Grimmjow's pupils contracted suddenly, facing the imposing Uchiha Madara, he felt an invincible feeling in his heart.

The feeling haunted him like a nightmare, making Grimmjow's eyes turn red.

"Don't try to defeat me with arrogance, I am the one who is destined to become king!"

Grimmjow roared with all his strength, and burst out like lightning "The sharp claws pointed at Uchiha Madara's head.

"The momentum is good, but it is full of flaws."

Uchiha Madara clasped his arms and said arrogantly: "I said before, you are too weak, I can easily defeat you with just one move!"

Seeing that Grimmjow's figure gradually enlarged in his eyes, Uchiha Madara stretched out his palm unhurriedly, and then swung the zipping knife suddenly.

Not even Shikai, just a moonlight slash formed by Reiatsu's condensed slash, shining brightly, illuminating the suffocating night.

clang!

The sword was raised and lowered, and the crisp sword chant sounded, and Zanpakutō was put back into the scabbard again.

"How is it possible, you... you became a Shinigami?"

At this moment, Grimmjow clearly sensed another force that disgusted him. This feeling was born with him, as if he was inherently incompatible with vain power.

"The so-called weakness is a kind of sin. The so-called ideal can only be called "reality" by those who have strength at the same time. To become a master, it is not enough to rely on will alone.

Uchiha Madara appeared in front of Grimmjow in an instant.

At this moment, the latter's body cracked a scar all over the body, and blood poured out like a spring.

Grimmjow fell to the ground dying, and when he looked up, he could only see the cold eyes of Uchiha Madara.

"Submission or death, which would you choose?".