Shigekuni Yamamoto could not help but wonder, was this Berserker truly that good, worth risking their lives for?
It had even taught that beast, Kenpachi Zaraki, how to "fight."
Even so, Shigekuni Yamamoto could not possibly let Kenpachi Zaraki go.
Today, either he would be beaten until he could no longer move, or Kenpachi Zaraki would die here. There would be no other outcome.
Kenpachi Zaraki did not care either. The Berserker had already given him what he wanted most.
Naturally, Kenpachi Zaraki could not give it up and go back to being a Soul Reaper.
A Berserker was born for battle, unrepentant even in death.
"Come on, old man!"
His fists carried pure strength and speed as they surged toward Captain-Commander Yamamoto like a raging storm.
Never relying on flashy techniques, every blow was direct and aimed at vital points, as though he intended to tear apart his opponent along with the very space around him.
Faced with Kenpachi Zaraki's savage assault, a nearly imperceptible sneer crossed Captain-Commander Yamamoto's face.
He did not rush to meet the attack. Instead, he watched his opponent's every movement with an almost leisurely posture, as if searching for that fleeting opening.
The instant Kenpachi Zaraki's fist was about to touch him, Captain-Commander Yamamoto's figure seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and vanished from where he stood, leaving behind only the lingering tremors in the air and Kenpachi Zaraki's astonished gaze.
"Flash Step?"
Kenpachi Zaraki muttered, swiftly adjusting his stance as he prepared for the next attack.
Captain-Commander Yamamoto's Flash Step was an unparalleled technique forged through two thousand years of war.
It was unlike Byakuya Kuchiki's graceful, poetic footwork, nor was it as nimble and ethereal as Yoruichi Shihoin's. It was the product of countless life-and-death struggles, perfectly combining speed and