The Consumer
"We're having beef stew for dinner tonight!" Nitori cheered as Pavlov flinched and staggered. The stagger didn't allow the slash to cut straight through the bull's head, but it was enough to cut through his horn. Whining in pain, Pavlov ran away.
"Tsk." Szayelapporo seemed a little bit pissed. "Useless."
"Why don't you stop sending your minions and fight by yourself?" Nitori taunted Szayelapporo
"I do not need to." Szayelapporo countered. "You're all tiers below me."
"Really?" Nitori rebutted. "Or are you leagues below us?"
Szayelapporo was silent for a second.
"Very well." Szayelapporo nodded in resignation, drawing his bleach-white guns. "I'll show you why you're all nobodies compared to me."
"We're having beef stew for dinner tonight!" Nitori cheered as Pavlov flinched and staggered. The stagger didn't allow the slash to cut straight through the bull's head, but it was enough to cut through his horn. Whining in pain, Pavlov ran away.
"Tsk." Szayelapporo seemed a little bit pissed. "Useless."
"Why don't you stop sending your minions and fight by yourself?" Nitori taunted Szayelapporo
"I do not need to." Szayelapporo countered. "You're all tiers below me."
"Really?" Nitori rebutted. "Or are you leagues below us?"
Szayelapporo was silent for a second.
"Very well." Szayelapporo nodded in resignation, drawing his bleach-white guns. "I'll show you why you're all nobodies compared to me."
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