Soul King(DxD)

Mage 31

 Zangetsu: You have a lot to explain, you know, old man?

Zangetsu directed his steps forward, slow and prepared, anyone who has fought in life could see that he was ready to act at the first wrong move that would happen in this environment.

The aggressive reiatsu slammed into all the walls of the white room that didn't do a good job of containing the energy that reached out for even those far away to feel.

The highest room in the palace, the place where a king should be, all the decoration conveyed the atmosphere of power and worship, all of this being confirmed by the throne right in front of this whole room, at the end of everything where someone was sitting.

Yhwach watched from his throne, a gaze that did not in the least detract from the menacing aura that Zangetsu exuded. In fact, he wasn't upset at all.

Yhwach: I don't remember owing you anything, Hollow.

The voice full of arrogance and grandeur responded in equal measure to the threat, looking down on Zangetsu as if he were indeed some lesser being. Zangetsu's reaction was an angrier expression, even as he maintained his toothy sarcastic smile, he couldn't help but tighten his brows.

Zangetsu: You don't owe me anything? You owe something to everyone here, old man, especially me. You stole my name, you stole my function, you stole my existence, you reduced me to just a bug living in someone's soul, a deceiver, and all the time I was the only one speaking the fucking truth.

One last expression of disgust in Zangetsu, before he ran his hand over the hilt of the sword on his back and uttered the following words.

Zangetsu: And at the end of it all, when Ichigo found out the truth, I was still forced to share my name with you. Still stealing what's mine, even in the end.

Yhwach's reaction was a slightly mocking smile, he didn't diminish the humiliating gaze towards the zanpakutou. Of course, he understood why Zangetsu was angry, there is nothing more important to a zanpakutou than its name.

Yhwach: So much resentment for a past factor, Ichigo isn't even your bearer anymore, sword. Why should I pay attention to your nonsense?

Zangetsu's sword flew and hit right next to Yhwach's face, sticking in the wall where the throne was glued. Yhwach just wasn't hit because he moved his face slightly, getting out of range.

Zangetsu held the cloth that was wrapped around the hilt of the sword. The crack caused by the force of the blade hitting the wall was enough to note that it would have easily killed an ordinary person.

Zangetsu: This isn't about the past anymore. You've spent too much time reducing Ichigo's potential, I can tell that you're doing the same now, and I won't let that mistake be repeated.

Yhwach looked at the blade, he gripped the blade with one hand and pulled it off the wall, dropping the sword at his feet shortly thereafter.

Zangetsu: Soul King, how could I not have noticed. All this talk of separate powers hurting each other was bullshit, the hollow won't hurt Quincy, nor vice versa, Y/N isn't a separate existence trying to get together, he's already the harmony of everything, but you manipulated the things all the time.

Yhwach: Do you really want Y/N to find out the truth? Even if your power becomes obsolete compared to everything Y/N will be able to do after the truth?

Zangetsu: Unlike you, I don't lie.

Kyoka: The manipulative game must end now.

Kyoka entered the room, with even slower steps than Zangetsu used. The kimono of nobility with a white as pure as the snow entered into harmony with the silver hair and eyes that she squandered, it was like looking at the moon, with all its brightness and reflection.