"It was simple. I beat up your flames, and then they became afraid of me. Old man, looks like your flames aren't so fearless after all."
Ichigo Kurosaki said with a smile, his tone relaxed, as though that fierce clash with the flames had been nothing more than an insignificant game.
Yet the truth was that one side of his face and body had been scorched by the flames' embers. His skin was blackened, his muscles twisted. Such pain would undoubtedly have been unbearable to an ordinary person, yet he seemed completely unaware of it, maintaining that chilling calm and resolve.
"Ryoka, don't insult me with such nonsensical words!"
Shigekuni Yamamoto naturally did not believe him.
He had never seen anyone so easily "beat up" his flames and make them "afraid."
To him, flames were pure and powerful. They should only submit to the will that commanded them, never to fear in any form.
"Can't understand? Once you become a Berserker, you'll understand."
His words revealed a philosophy of power that transcended common sense.
In this world, many powers and phenomena could not be explained through conventional logic, and Berserkers were the culmination of such forces.
With their unparalleled fighting spirit, they turned all that seemed impossible into possible, trampled fear and despair beneath their feet, and became the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.
"With unparalleled fighting spirit, beat everything down and turn the impossible into possible. That is the power of us Berserkers!"
Ichigo Kurosaki believed that as long as fighting spirit remained in one's heart, nothing was impossible.
That belief was precisely the source that allowed him to remain standing on this battlefield devoured by flames.
Shigekuni Yamamoto's eyebrows drew together.
"I see. Your power is to turn the impossible into possible? In other words, as long