"Is there anything more wonderful in this world than being able to keep fighting forever!"
Kenpachi Zaraki's voice echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying an almost crazed obsession. To him, battle was not merely a way of survival, but the resting place of his soul.
Every punch was a challenge to his True Self Limit, and every injury was a stepping stone on the path to greater strength.
"What does an injury matter?"
He growled, as though speaking to himself, yet also as though proclaiming it to the world.
Kenpachi Zaraki had already mastered the art of using absolute power and Peerless Will to beat his own body. In his eyes, this nearly self-destructive behavior was a shortcut to becoming stronger.
Every blow made his muscles tougher, and every pang of pain awakened the dormant potential within him.
"Power! I fucking order you, get the hell out here!"
He roared, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.
As his will burned, his body seemed to be wrapped in invisible flames. Every inch of skin, every muscle, trembled and roared.
Using his own hands like iron hammers, he pounded heavily against his chest. Every strike came with the cracking of bones and the tearing of muscle, but in his eyes, these were all signs of power awakening, steps leading to victory.
As though answering his call, power began surging wildly through his body.
It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before, as if endless energy were churning within him. At that moment, his strength skyrocketed, surged, exploded, as though it were about to burst through the heavens and destroy every obstacle before him.
He felt unprecedented power, a strength that surpassed his limits, the realm he had dreamed of for so long.
"Fucking stronger, crazier, more overbearing, more insane!!!"