Walking down the worn path from his 're-manifestation', Kuvello would look toward the village, his emerald eyes shifting in their sockets as he felt an uneasiness. In all of his time spent in these 10 months, the fluctuations of reiatsu from shinigami had been felt and cataloged based on threat potential. Though with no face nor name to match to said reiatsu signatures, the point of categorizing each individual was a fruitless venture. This time however was different.
This time, the uneasiness originated from the hollow's own paranoia. The feeling of being watched, he had just dispatched of a unknowing spy, only moments ago, and now the familiar sensation was upon him again. 'Asagiri' would feel a faint pressure from the ground near him, however the interloper would make no gestures or glances toward the inkling of spiritual pressure, rather the details that came with it would be noted within his mind.
Continuing his way, the arrancar's attention would begin to fragment, allowing an allotment for keeping tabs on the spiritual pressure as it would undoubtably follow him, small and tingly in nature. One could describe it like that of a crawling insect. No doubt a well thought out tactic, should the Arrancar's own reikaku and paranoia have not been dialed to the maximum that they were. Had it been anyone less aware, such a minor detail could've gone unchecked, however such tasks were not affordable to the former Espada.
As he made his way through the village gate, the visage of the 'shinigami' would disappear, as he moved fast and silently, the final stroke of relay the tracking spiritual pressure would see before being reduced to dust. In the movement of his sonido, the arrancar would dial into the centipede's location as he both identified and caught the insect midstride as the boy fired off a concentrated bala from his fingertip, reducing the area in which the black spot occupied, into a crater roughly the side of the boy's own head in circumference.
With this rather flashy and explosive display, the humanoid hollow would raise his gaze only to find himself having captured the attention of nearly everyone within his immediate surroundings. If the boy possessed a heart, the sound of it's palpitations would undoubtably flood his ears. A wave of ice would run down his spine, as if he was plunged into a spotlight. He would no longer be able to remain here, such was too much of a risk, if not for the tracker, but for word to get around of his sudden arrival and disappearance.
It was time.
The charade was over.
"Asagi-"
End the Facade
Before Saito was able to finish acknowledging him, the Arrancar moved toward the boy gripping the cheeks and jaw of the boy's skull, the grip of Kuvello dislocating and subsequently breaking the jaw of the boy his voice became muffled and then silenced in the same instance as Kuvello held the boy's limp body up, Saito having lost consciousness due to the sudden pain that inflicted him.
Dropping the boy's body, the Arrancar's eyes would widen as a twisted maniacal smile began to slowly etch it's way across his lips. The nagging hunger in the back of his mind had been chomping at the bit all of these Ten Months, and while he had gone for much longer without hunting or killing anyone, to be within the company of the denizens of Rukongai was equivalent to torture, such easy pickings, and yet he had to blend in.
No longer was such things necessary, no longer did he need to save face.
The tension in the air became palpable, as the fear of the on-lookers became realized.
In a flash, the Hollow vanished; the next second, blood curdling screams began.
Making use of his unusual zanpakuto, Kuvello would begin the final phase of his invasion:
The Erasure
Like that of a Master Angler, the Arrancar would begin casting his tackle forward, allowing the barbed hook of his zanpakuto to penetrate multiple citizens at once, effectively shish-ka-bobbing each and every soul his zanpakuto came across, before draining them of any reiryoku they may've possessed before rendering them into orbs, of which would remain clung to the barbed hook until plucked off by Kuvello. With each dozen souls lost, a madness within Kuvello would become more and more apparent, as the animalistic tendencies of the arrancar began to return to him once more.
Casually tossing the orb of harvested reiryoku, the Arrancar would gaze down upon his work, his white attire now cladded upon his figure, the entirety of a village slaughtered in no more than a brief moment, the ground soaked in blood, truly a diabolical sight, but such was a sight that entrusted his security. Clenching the orb of captured Reiryoku through the unique use, and skill of his zanpakuto, the Arrancar would begin to bite into the purple hued orb as his hunger became satiated, and his strength restored as he began to lick his lips, the taste was tart, as his mouth began to contort.
"Itadakimasu~"
Before shoving the final portion of the orb into his mouth, the Arrancar would tap the air next to him as he waved to the vacant destruction that he left behind him.
---Returning to Hueco Mundo---
