Satisfied

Spiritual Pressure began to rise.

Kenpachi Zaraki ripped open his shihaka robe, revealing his muscular chest.

"Hey kid, come at me!"

"Your Excellency Genryūsai."

Chōjirō Sasakibe's expression changed; he didn't believe that the Captain-Commander had summoned Kenpachi Zaraki to kill Dōsan Hanyū.

But right now, it's clear that Zaraki has no intention of stopping.

Yamamoto raised his left hand, which was holding a cane, to signal to Sasakibe to shut up.

Dōsan Hanyū swung his sword.

The black blade was covered with a layer of blood-black sharpness, and the pure killing intent made Kenpachi Zaraki's face twist with excitement, and he couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

The crimson light slashed Zaraki's muscular body, leaving no mark. Instead, Dōsan's right hand, which was holding the sword, split open, and blood flowed down the blade.

"Phew." The Sasakibe let out a breath, shook his head, and gave a self-deprecating smile. What was I expecting?

The battle between Soul Reaper is a battle of Spiritual Pressure.

Despite that chilling killing intent and that astonishing talent, neither could bridge the enormous gap in their Spiritual Pressure.

Zaraki's smile vanished abruptly. He lowered his head, as if looking at a dead man, his muscles twitching involuntarily. "You're too cunning!"

With a surge of Spiritual Pressure, Dōsan Hanyū was sent flying backward.

Blood flowed from Dōsan's hands, but he was now fully conscious.

No Cause he was being called, but Dōsan had no intention of responding.

I'm so bored.

The fighting was completely meaningless.

Sometimes, Dōsan didn't know if it was a dream or reality; it seemed like he had killed countless people.

However, he found this feeling very annoying.

It doesn't mean anything.

No matter what I do, I "won't die".

It's pointless.

Just like what's right in front of us.

Perhaps, a different fighting style would be more fun.

Even Zaraki and Yamamoto were shocked by what they were seeing.

This scene will be etched in their minds, unforgettable for a lifetime.

In the center of Dōsan Hanyū's pitch-black eyes, a red pupil appeared. Dōsan forcefully tore his white academy uniform, revealing his clean, smooth, and muscular chest.

"Come at me, Kenpachi Zaraki!"

For a moment, Zaraki's face showed surprise, then he burst into maniacal laughter.

Yachiru, her head buried in her knees, could only see her large eyes fixed on the battlefield as she called out in a voice only she could hear, "Ken-chan."

In the blink of an eye, Zaraki arrived in front of Dōsan.

When Captain-level individual unleashes their full Spiritual Pressure to perform Shunpo), the speed is far beyond what Dōsan) can capture.

Zaraki raised his hand above Dōsan's head.

Here we go again.

Time seemed to stand still; everything before him was enveloped in gray fog—a frozen world, a frozen Kenpachi Zaraki.

Because there is a cause that prevents death.

Therefore, there is the consequence of missing the target with this one strike.

Zaraki's mid-air strike missed its mark, much to Zaraki's surprise.

The blade swept past Dōsan Hanyū's body. Zaraki couldn't tell whether he had missed or Dōsan Hanyū had dodged the attack.

Dōsan Hanyū, despite the perilous situation, completely avoided Zaraki's attack. Then, he raised his black sword and slashed down at Zaraki's chest.

However, this strike still failed to break through Zaraki's defenses.

But this strike was stunning enough.

Because he was facing what could be described as a Captain-level going all out.

This is the power of the knife.

The players on the field were all Captain-level, and even Kenpachi Zaraki, who wasn't particularly perceptive, could vaguely sense it.

Just now, for a fleeting moment, Dōsan Hanyū entered the world of swords.

This means he's not far from Bankai.

It has been only one month since Dōsan awakened his Spiritual Pressure.

But what do these things have to do with me?

All I want is to have a good, satisfying hack-and-slash session!

"Hahaha." Kenpachi Zaraki raised his sword above his head and slashed down.

[Call me by my real name]

[Kill them all...]

[Just like... ten years ago]

Here we go again. Kenpachi Zaraki's slash missed, while Dōsan Hanyū beside him charged at Kenpachi Zaraki horizontal slash, a counterattack that was actually a counter-attack.

Kenpachi Zaraki stood blankly to the side, a stench of blood filling his nostrils.

The wound was very small, only a foot long.

But with this strike, Dōsan Hanyū broke through his defenses.

I'm so happy.

This is not, and will not be, a fierce battle; so far, he hasn't even managed to land a single blow on this brat.

But the exchange of murderous intent made Kenpachi Zaraki's muscles feel as if they were receiving a massage.

That was awesome!

His Spiritual Pressure surged to another level, but when his beast-like eyes fixed on Dōsan Hanyū once more...

But he noticed that Dōsan's hands were trembling; he seemed so terrified that he couldn't even hold the knife properly.

Of course, Zaraki didn't know that the boy wasn't afraid of him.

"Hey, what's the name of your knife?"

Kenpachi's sudden question somewhat disrupted the atmosphere.

"No Cause." Dōsan's dark pupils had lightened, and his eyes were gradually becoming more lively.

"A sword is merely a warrior's tool." Kenpachi Zaraki's smile vanished completely as he sheathed his badly damaged Asauchi sword. "Let's go, Yachiru."

Like a little daughter following behind her father, Yachiru patted her bottom and jumped onto Kenpachi's shoulder without saying a word.

Zaraki didn't bother exchanging pleasantries with Yamamoto any further. The battle ended abruptly, and he left with Yachiru.

"Is this really okay? Ken-chan, you clearly haven't had enough fun."

"No, I've had enough fun. Just imagining the battles to come is enough to exhilarate me." Under the night sky, Zaraki smiled again.

"However," Zaraki said, raising his sword in the moonlight, "Shouldn't I start training?"

Kenpachi Zaraki loves fighting, but he rarely trains.

He was very worried that if he continued to cultivate, he would have no opponents left who could fight him.

If it's not a fight to a draw, what's the fun in it?

Yachiru let out an "Oh," as if her interest had waned after meeting Dōsan Hanyū.

"Hey, Yachiru, do you know the way back to the barracks?"

The pink-haired loli regained her energy at the question, pointing with her delicate pink finger, "It's over here, Ken-chan!"

"Lord Mayuri, no anomalies were detected in the Reishi data."

The two members of the Twelfth Division, in the West District 49, have progressed to the point where they are dissecting houses and even trees into their Reishi for examination.

But still, nothing was found.

Even the most basic structure of Soul Society proves that there is nothing unusual about this area.

"Let's go, Nemu."

"Are we going back to Seireitei?"

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? Of course we're going to West District 11. Akon has already prepared the experimental equipment."