3-6 Mayuri's Snare

Hey! Hold it!

Oh boy. Here comes another speech.

Bacteria?! When did you infect me? During our battle?

I don't appreciate being spied on like that!

How much did you observe anyway? You can't spy on my private life!

That's against basic human rights! An invasion of privacy! I demand that you remove the bacteria right now!

Quiet, you fiend.

I was gonna call you that! You're the fiend!

Careless again, you so-called captain.

You didn't pay enough attention to your subordinate's foothold.

It seems to me that you're possibly under the wrong impression.

True, you can capture me, but I'm useless as your hostage.

Silence! You will only speak when spoken to, captive!

My goodness.

Everyone keeps chattering. It's so noisy.

Bankai.

Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo.

It ate him.

I'm watching it too.

Gha... Ahh... Ahh...

Ah... Ahh!

What's going on? Something strange is occurring.

Ah... Ah... Gah...

You really thought you killed me?

Behold. La Lujuriosa's most brilliant technique...

...Gabriel.

Gabriel invades my opponent's body, and absorbs her Reishi from within. You see, I use those cells to fuel my regeneration. Every bit of Reishi in my opponent's body is overtaken...

And finally, I am reborn!

Now then. What do you say we all re-introduce ourselves, Mayuri Kurotsuchi?

Oh?

By constantly renewing my body, I will continue to exist for eternity.

It is said that the phoenix is immortal. When it grows too old, it hurls itself into the fire, and from the flames it rises again, anew.

Understand now? That is immortality. That is perfection.

A being whose existence cannot be interrupted by death, someone such as myself, who thrives in the endless cycle of demise and rebirth...that is what you would call a perfect being!

The concept of mortality does not exist for me. Even if you did manage to smite me, I would simply rise again without a definitive end.

I cannot be killed. Even if you tried for all eternity, you could not defeat me, Mayuri Kurotsuchi.

............

How delightful.

Really. Such an amusing little power. It tickles my fancy.

And? Is that all you've got?

What?

Come on. You must have something else. I mean, you called yourself a perfect being.

Surely, you must have some other power you just forgot to mention, no?

Don't be coy. Go on, show me. Let's see it.

Well, I suppose this means you have no other hidden power.

In that case, why don't we move along? I'd like to use you as a test subject for a new drug I've developed.

Gh!

There's no need to put up your defenses. The drug I'm testing is...

What? (His voice... What the...?)

What drug?! What the hell did you give me?!

I placed several drugs inside Nemu's body.

Well, judging by the area of her body through which you just passed, it looks like this is it. Let me see.

I suppose you could call it a superhuman potion.

Huh?

When two sword masters fight, they often describe a sensation where their blades seem to freeze in mid-air as if their sense of time slows down.

Such phenomena are known to occur when one's senses are pushed to their limits.

Well, my drug forces your consciousness into that state of heightened awareness.

Now then.

This sword. Does it appear to have stopped?

............

Voila. And the amazing thing about this potion. The master swordsman's senses are only heightened the brief instant his blade crosses his enemy's.

But my superhuman potion amplifies your senses by a factor of thousands...no, trillions.

With what's coursing through your veins, one second will feel like a hundred years.

Take this sword, for instance. As I move it closer to you, your superhuman alertness makes the movement appear agonizingly slow, as if it will take several centuries to reach you.

But while your senses are sped up to superhuman levels, your non-superhuman body will fall painfully behind.

It'll be hundreds of years before you feel the pain of the blade piercing your flesh.

In fact, I'm talking to you in the present, but who knows when my words will actually reach your mind?

Well, we're in no hurry, I suppose. Yes, take your time. Enjoy the everlasting agony of my sword slicing through your heart. Savor it 'til your blood turns to dust.

For now, I bid you adieu.

You'll be seeing me again...in about a hundred years.