Kenpachi Zaraki greatly appreciated anyone who loved fighting. Much like Ichigo Kurosaki had in the beginning, he believed that the more people became Berserkers, the more battles he would get to enjoy.
Berserkers were absolutely wonderful!
"Ha! What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
Grimmjow thought Kenpachi Zaraki had something wrong with his head. Leaving aside how a Hollow like him could become a Berserker, if he had not confirmed that Kenpachi Zaraki bore no ill will, he would have suspected him of looking down on him.
"Becoming a Berserker is a wonderful thing. You can enjoy fighting forever, until you are smashed to pieces!"
Kenpachi Zaraki said with a savage grin.
"Sorry, but I have no intention of doing that."
"Berserker? Hmph, that is merely you Soul Reapers' twisted understanding of battle mania."
"We Hollows are born to survive and evolve. Fighting is merely one means to that end. Yet you treat it as everything. How pathetic."
Grimmjow crouched low to the ground, assuming the hunting stance he had used during his time as an Adjuchas-class Hollow.
Like a cheetah poised to strike.
At his words, Kenpachi Zaraki's lips curled into a cruel smile, filled with both contempt for Grimmjow's understanding and anticipation for the coming battle.
"Pathetic? No, Grimmjow, you are wrong. It is precisely this pure love for battle that lets me feel the true meaning of life. Whether I live or die, as long as I can still throw a punch, that is the happiest moment."
"Hahahaha! It's fine, I'll beat you into a Berserker!"
Kenpachi Zaraki did not care in the slightest about Grimmjow's refusal. After all, he was the stronger one. He could do whatever he pleased.
Not to mention that the other party was a Hollow.
If he turned him into a