Might Might Might Might Might! Dominating Dominating Dominating Dominating Dominating! Strong Strong Strong Strong Strong!

"D-Damn it! How had Ichigo Kurosaki reached such a level?"

Kenpachi Zaraki muttered to himself. He knew full well that although he lived for battle, his understanding and command of power were still worlds apart from Ichigo Kurosaki's.

That gap filled him with an unprecedented sense of frustration, but at the same time, it stirred a deep desire within him for even greater strength.

"You bastard... urgh... Why don't I know how to force a strong man's power to rise, like his? I don't know! I don't know! Waaah!"

Kenpachi Zaraki roared, pounding his chest with all his might as though he could turn his resentment and rage into fuel to drive him forward.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and his fighting spirit surged like a tide. He could no longer endure being nothing more than a spectator. He wanted to step onto the battlefield himself and settle the score with Ichigo Kurosaki.

"You idiot! Messing around with this meaningless crap all day, being so damned wishy-washy—how the hell are you supposed to become strong?!"

Kenpachi Zaraki's fighting spirit roared at him, then began beating him up!

"Now that's might! Keh keh keh!!!"

The beaten-up Kenpachi Zaraki awakened.

With an earth-shaking boom, Kenpachi Zaraki smashed through the wall beside him and charged straight toward the battlefield of Shigekuni Yamamoto and Ichigo Kurosaki like an unbridled wild horse.

His body traced a perfect arc through the air, Spiritual Pressure raging around him like a hurricane. Wherever he passed, even space itself seemed to twist.

"A strong man grows stronger whenever he meets the strong! Today, I'll defy heaven for you to see!"

"I can absolutely do it, easily, damn it!!!"

Kenpachi Zaraki's roar rang out.

"Ken-chan!"

Yachiru Kusajishi hurried after him.

She felt that Kenpachi Zaraki was becoming more and more strange.