"King of Berserkers, are you sure you want to interfere in this matter?"
Shigekuni Yamamoto frowned deeply before speaking.
In his view, killing Kenpachi Zaraki was not merely about purging the ranks. It was also about upholding the Seireitei's dignity and order, making everyone understand that traitors would ultimately receive the punishment they deserved.
Especially now that Sosuke Aizen and the others had openly betrayed them and were wanted, Kenpachi Zaraki had pulled this stunt. If he did not make an example of him, where would the Seireitei's dignity be in the future?
Would anyone still follow the rules?
To put it bluntly, he had to establish authority!
"Kenpachi Zaraki, today, you must pay for your actions."
A trace of barely perceptible regret showed in Shigekuni Yamamoto's voice.
He knew full well that Kenpachi Zaraki was a rare warrior, but before the rules, no one could be an exception.
"Kenpachi Zaraki has become a berserker now, so I have to take responsibility for him."
Ichigo Kurosaki nodded slightly. He was the one who had turned Kenpachi Zaraki into a berserker. Although Kenpachi Zaraki had been willing, Ichigo Kurosaki was not the kind of person who shirked responsibility.
Ichigo Kurosaki knew that his decision might reopen the rift between him and the Seireitei, with whom he had only just reached a delicate balance, perhaps even triggering an even greater conflict.
But he knew even more clearly that the glory and dignity of a berserker allowed no form of evasion or compromise.
That would be a betrayal of his own peerless fighting spirit!
Hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki showed not the slightest fear. Now, in the guise of a berserker, he displayed an unprecedented fighting spirit and resolve.
He grinned viciously, his eyes flashed with a thirst for battle, like a beast that