After-dinner dessert (10/3)

With a soft thud, the tip of the crowbar pierced through the skin and abdominal muscles, and a spurt of bright red blood gushed out.

The pain instantly spread from his chest to Kenpachi Zaraki's entire body, but he did not retreat. Instead, he gripped his serrated sword tightly with his right hand and continued to slash down with force.

Tokoyo Misao immediately withdrew his crowbar and dodged to the side, followed by a loud bang.

The serrated longsword struck the training ground, immediately creating a deep chasm that stretched all the way to the wall before being blocked by the Reishi array.

However, the training ground formation that had been set up was now wailing in pain.

A series of cracking sounds rang out, and the formation shattered instantly.

The two people who were fighting didn't care at all.

Tokoyo Misao seized the opportunity again and instantly appeared behind Kenpachi Zaraki.

This time, he still gripped the tip of the crowbar, flipped the ram's horn over, and slammed it down hard on Kenpachi Zaraki's back.

A muffled thud.

That was a solid hit.

The bend in the crowbar maximized the force of Tokoyo Misao; after a muffled thud, one could even hear the cracking of bones.

With a whoosh.

Kenpachi Zaraki, enduring the pain once again, swung his sword backhand.

Tokoyo Misao, who was in mid-air, didn't have time to dodge, and a cut appeared on his chest, with blood splattering into the sky.

The pain also spread from his chest; he spun twice in the air before landing on the ground.

Reishi threads appeared on the wound on his chest and instantly stitched it up.

Kenpachi Zaraki gaped, gasping for breath.

His smile never left his face.

After just a few rounds of combat, he could feel his blood flowing faster and faster.

At this moment, the pounding of his heart made him unable to hear any other sounds outside.

This feeling is absolutely amazing.

He charged forward again and swung his sword down.

Tokoyo Misao forward, and the clash between the two generated shockwaves that blasted in all directions.

Each strike resounded throughout the Soul Society like thunder from the heavens.

Even the people of Rukongai hid inside their rooms, too afraid to come out.

After several dozen rounds, the two fought again and separated, standing facing each other on the training ground.

But at this moment, Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes suddenly widened, and the corners of his mouth gradually tightened.

Because Tokoyo Misao's smile had already faded in front of him.

During their previous battle, he could sense Tokoyo Misao's elation and excitement through the blade, just like his own.

The thrill of the battle and the trembling of the soul collided constantly.

But now, Kenpachi Zaraki could clearly sense a sense of disappointment emanating from Tokoyo Misao.

Yes, it's disappointment.

Now, Tokoyo Misao has mastered Kenpachi Zaraki's incredibly chaotic swordsmanship.

Calling it swordsmanship would be an exaggeration; it was purely based on instinct, throwing bricks and slashing haphazardly.

Even though Tokoyo Misao didn't make a special effort to adapt.

After several rounds of combat, his body naturally became able to deflect Kenpachi Zaraki's power and find his weaknesses.

This caused his physical excitement to gradually decrease.

The joy of battle, the clash of powers, the entanglement of souls, and the burning sensation in the blood were gradually cooling down.

A hint of disappointment involuntarily appeared on his face.

Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes widened. He, who had previously been deaf to the sounds outside, found himself hearing his own voice echoing in his mind:

"I can't even make Tokoyo Misao enjoy the pleasure of battle?"

He clenched his teeth and roared angrily, "What a joke!"

He charged forward again, this time no longer holding the knife in his right hand.

Instead, he placed his left hand below his right hand and gripped the hilt of the serrated longsword.

This is a very standard kendo grip, the kind of kendo he has learned over the years under the tutelage of Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

It's impossible to exert as much force with one hand as with two.

He shattered the training ground with every step he took.

Like a rushing golden meteorite, it arrived in front of Tokoyo Misao.

He suddenly stopped, raising his serrated long knife high with both hands.

The golden blade of light crashed down like a falling meteor.

Tokoyo Misao's eyes widened as he faced the golden meteor, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he gripped the crowbar tightly with both hands, concentrating all his strength to block it.

Rumble.

A sound like ten thousand thunderbolts crashing down simultaneously erupted in the training ground.

Sensing a power on a completely different level than before, Tokoyo Misao gritted his teeth and persevered.

But in the next moment, this force grew stronger and stronger.

His hands finally gave way, and the crowbar flew straight into the air.

Tokoyo Misao immediately used Shunpo to dodge.

The crowbar spun in the air before finally landing in the corridor, right in front of Yachiru Kusajishi.

Kenpachi Zaraki, swords in hand, smiled again, "I won't let you make that boring face."

He did not continue his attack, but waited for Tokoyo Misao to come over and pick up the crowbar again.

"Yeah?"

Tokoyo Misao once again unconsciously revealed a bright smile.

His hands were clenched into fists, his right foot stepped forward, his right fist was brought back to his waist, and he chanted:

"A fleeting moment of fire, forged into an indestructible armor."

"The raging flames condensed into the shape of a fist."

"Hadō #31 - Modified - Crimson Flame Martial Arm"

Two flames erupted from his fists, the Hadō #31: Shakkahō.

However, the two Shakkahō were pressed tightly against his fist and forearm, as if forming a pair of arm armor.

Just looking at those two blazing arm guards, one could clearly sense the power they contained.

"Ha!"

Kenpachi Zaraki laughed loudly again.

He didn't care at all whether his opponent was using a knife or not.

All he wanted was to fight, regardless of whether his opponent used swords, spears, halberds, fist techniques, leg techniques, or even Kidō.

There are no rules in the fighting.

Kenpachi Zaraki once again raised his serrated sword high with both hands and slashed down fiercely at Tokoyo Misao.

His longsword transformed into a golden comet, and the sheer pressure emanating from it caused the ground to sink by a meter.

Tokoyo Misao remained in a horse stance until the comet was about a meter above his head, at which point he suddenly stepped forward with his right foot.

In that instant, the ground sank another three meters.

He roared at the falling golden comet and swung his fists, which were wrapped in Shakkahō:

"Double Heaven and Tenchi Haō Ken!"

Bite--

The moment the fist collided with the golden comet, everyone present seemed to experience tinnitus.

The sound grew louder and louder, almost distorted, making me think I had gone deaf.

The next moment.

Boom!

A sound as if the heavens and earth were about to shatter rang out from the center of the training field.

The violent explosion and the raging Reiatsu spread in all directions.

Even Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai, who had been quietly watching with his hands resting on his cane, couldn't help but straighten up.

He took a step to the side, blocking Yachiru Kusajishi's path.

The latter, however, gripped Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's belt tightly with both hands, leaving his head exposed.

His eyes were fixed on the center of the training field, where starlight twinkled.

The gale-force winds whipped up various stones and dust, sending them billowing into the sky.

After a long while, the smoke and dust dissipated.

Blood spurted from Tokoyo Misao's arms, and his sleeves were completely torn.

A gruesome sword wound stretched from his right shoulder to his left waist, and many Reishi threads were constantly stitching it back together.

He was breathing heavily, but there was no sign of pain on his face; instead, he had a bright smile.

The blood and cells in the body were constantly trembling.

Meanwhile, Kenpachi Zaraki, who was opposite him, had his chest and abdomen caved in.

The entire front was pitch black. He gripped the serrated longsword tightly with both hands, planted the sword in the ground to support himself, and breathed heavily.

A feeling of fatigue welled up inside me.

An image uncontrollably appeared in his mind.

A figure wearing Captain's Haori battles against his past.

Is this the end?

Ah, I don't want it to end.

This absolutely cannot end like this!

Chapter 84 Dessert After Dinner (10/3)

Exhale, exhale, inhale —

Tokoyo Misao was breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

His eyes fell on Kenpachi Zaraki, who was still clinging tightly to his serrated sword, refusing to fall.

At this moment, the captains watching from the corridor were utterly shocked.

The Second Division Captain, Soi Fon, kept her mouth open, unable to close it for a long time.

Her pupils trembled as she looked at Tokoyo Misao in the arena.

"How is this possible? How could that guy be so strong? And how could Kenpachi Zaraki be this strong?"

That's right, when Kenpachi Zaraki and Tokoyo Misao simultaneously unleashed their Second-Class Spiritual Pressure.

As Soi Fon gradually approaches her peak and demonstrates exceptional combat prowess befitting it, her worldview is completely overwhelmed.

He is the Second Division Captain, the commander-in-chief of the Onmitsukido, and the commander of the Onmitsukidō Detention Unit Stealth Force.

I have experienced countless battles since I was a child, and I have witnessed many battles between powerful individuals.

After all, what she learned was assassination techniques, aiming for a single, fatal blow.