Defeated!
Defeated again!
That thought flashed through Zaraki Kenpachi's mind. He could clearly feel his strength ebbing from his body like the tide, and he could no longer move.
Unwillingness and fury rose within Zaraki Kenpachi. With his head trapped in a crater and unable to move, he could only barely roll his eyes toward the Zanpakuto that had been broken into several pieces.
For Soul Reapers, a Zanpakuto was the manifestation of the deepest power within their hearts. In the simplest terms, a captain-class Soul Reaper was one who had mastered Bankai.
Yet Zaraki Kenpachi was an exception among all captains throughout history. He was the only one who had not mastered Bankai and did not even know his Zanpakuto's true name.
All this time, Zaraki Kenpachi had fought solely through spiritual pressure and instinct. He had even instinctively scorned the power of his Zanpakuto, believing that possessing too much power would only make it harder for him to find suitable opponents to fight.
But now, after Gerard had smashed him into the ground with a single slash and shattered every bone in his body, the utterly unwilling Zaraki Kenpachi instinctively gave rise to a desire!
A desire for his Zanpakuto's power, a desire for greater power to defeat stronger opponents...
"What is your name, exactly?! Hey, can you hear me?"
A low, strained roar escaped Zaraki Kenpachi's throat, as if he were demanding an answer.
Kusajishi Yachiru saw this scene, and so did Chiba Makoto...
In the next instant, Kusajishi Yachiru's dainty, adorable figure appeared above the head of the supine Zaraki Kenpachi. She bent forward slightly, as cute and sweet as ever.
"Little Ken..."
"Huh? Yachiru..." Zaraki Kenpachi said blankly, a certain realization inexplicably rising in his heart.
Kusajishi Yachiru's smile grew even brighter. Then she extended