"Tenjirō is far too weak right now..."
Araki looked at Kirinjū Tenjirō, who had become utterly "despondent" after having his hair cut off, and gave his assessment.
With Araki's current strength, he would not even need to activate his Zanpakuto's Bankai to deal with Kirinjū Tenjirō before he joined Division 0...
"All right, we've played enough games now~" Araki patted Kirinjii on the shoulder and pointed at the long hair scattered all over the ground. "You've seen the result yourself..."
"So, you can teach Unohana and Yoruichi Kaido and Shunpo now, right?!"
Araki asked Kirinjii before him.
"I'm not in the mood for that right now!"
"Do you know how much time I spend every day maintaining this ultra-cool pompadour of mine?"
"Do you know how much I've sacrificed for this handsome hairstyle?"
"Ever since I started wearing this ultra-cool pompadour, I've never again enjoyed the pleasure of burying my face in a pillow!"
Kirinjii stared at the long hair scattered across the ground, tears streaming from his eyes without end. His heart was filled with infinite sorrow as he mourned his deceased pompadour!
"As expected, this guy is a damned scoundrel. Maybe we should just kill him~"
Seeing this, Unohana drew the sword at her waist once more. Honestly, she had wanted to chop this bastard to death for a long time. How long? Ever since she first met this disgusting fellow...
"Come on! Kill me! If you kill me, no one will teach you Shunpo and Kaido anymore!"
Kirinjii raised his head and shouted at Unohana.
Yet the beads of sweat constantly emerging from his sensitive nose exposed that he was merely putting up a front.
"..."
There was not the slightest trace of sympathy in Unohana Retsu's eyes. She simply raised the hand gripping her sword without