"Kenpachi, Kenpachi, I told you, this was the right direction!"
The little girl's voice was crisp and pleasant, carrying a hint of pride and excitement.
Kenpachi curled his lip, the corner of his mouth lifting into an almost imperceptible arc.
"Obviously, the direction I sensed was the right one. We would've gotten there quickly if we'd gone straight. You're the one who kept nagging and made me get lost for so long... Forget it."
"Brat, you're the one who issued the invitation, right?"
Kenpachi's gaze burned as it fixed directly on Ichigo Kurosaki. His savage grin revealed his longing and anticipation for battle.
"I haven't seen an invader with this much guts in a long time. My name is Kenpachi Zaraki, Captain of the 11th Division. I hope you can take a few more cuts..."
His voice was low and powerful, every word striking Ichigo's heart like a heavy hammer.
Hearing Kenpachi's words, Ichigo's face darkened. So this powerful opponent really had been lost for all this time.
You should've said so earlier! If you were lost, I would've come looking for you!
"My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. For now, I'm the King of Berserkers of the World of the Living!"
Ichigo's eyes flashed with an unusual light—the flames of battle lust burning deep within his heart.
Both his hands remained in his pockets. He looked casual, but every inch of his muscles was taut, ready to unleash astonishing power at any moment.
His smile held wildness and confidence, as though every challenge in the world was merely a stepping stone on his path to becoming stronger.
"Good. Brat, take out your weapon!"
Kenpachi Zaraki said impatiently, waiting for his opponent to draw a weapon.
Ichigo smiled faintly. His left hand remained in his pocket while he casually waved his