The moment Kenpachi Zaraki stepped into Karakura Town, it was as if a fish had leaped into a vast ocean. Every inch of air was filled with freedom and challenge.
This was a gathering place for Berserkers. Though they had once followed Ichigo Kurosaki on an expedition to Soul Society, few had returned. Yet every warrior who did return had reached a staggering level of power, at least lieutenant-class.
Given the Berserkers' unique fighting style and mad willpower, even ordinary Lieutenants found them difficult to match. Even Soul Reaper Captains would have to put in some effort to suppress them.
Kenpachi Zaraki, a madman who lived for battle, had found a place to belong on this land.
He delighted in sparring day after day with these thick-skinned and tough Berserkers, whose life force was as tenacious as blood tanks. Every clash drew out deeper fighting spirit and potential from within him.
Here, he was no longer a lone seeker of defeat. He had gained companions with whom he could freely shed sweat and blood. To them, battle was not only proof of survival, but also a testament to their friendship.
However, at the other end of Karakura Town, Kisuke Urahara was in an entirely different mood.
He had just learned a shocking piece of news from Yoruichi Shihoin—Ichigo Kurosaki, that seemingly ordinary boy, could actually make Captain-Commander Yamamoto, the man hailed as the strongest Soul Reaper in a thousand years and without equal, compromise?
To Kisuke Urahara, this news was like a bolt from the blue.
He knew Captain-Commander Yamamoto's strength. He was a true powerhouse who had reached the limits of Soul Reaper growth. Whether in strength, wisdom, or experience, he stood at the pinnacle—the undisputed king of Soul Society.
And now, someone was telling him that a boy