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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46032648/A giant shadow is towering above you, standing on the air itself.
Its dark shroud blocking the sun from view, seemingly spreading the murk which makes up its body.
As the beast bellows even your bone marrow shakes and all of the reapers seemingly cease their assault as they scream almost in unison: "MENOS".
All attention shifts to the gargantuan beast with a reiatsu that makes even you nervous.
The reapers shift their focus entirely on the creature, attacking it with everything they have.
But that mask, that darn mask! With its long and curved nose!
"Revolting." You mutter unconsciously.
"Indeed!" The large frog speaks up. "The sight of that failure of a hollow is truly disgusting."
"What?" You ask, confused.
"Regardless, the Shinigami seem to have their hands full with it."
He is right. The reapers, whom up until now were more or less in control, are clearly losing against the beast. Well with the eyes of a strategist at least. As the beast fired off an enormous blast of energy at least two dozen reapers were annihilated before they managed to cut off its head. A mayor loss of manpower in exchange of one beast, hardly a good tradeoff.
"What was that thing, a menos? And what was that word that you just said?"
"Well..." the amphibian pulls out a pipe from behind his back and starts smoking it as it sits down to educate you. "The Shinigami, or soul reapers if you prefer, are the hunters of hollows. They seek out and exterminate us, not much to say about them."
He takes a hearty dose of what you can only assume is some sort of narcotic and blows smoke rings before he continues.
