"Neither." Harry shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Ikkaku Madarame's still-bleeding bandages. "Now isn't the time for duels. The Ryoka haven't been dealt with, and Rukia's execution is drawing near. I have more important things to do."
He paused and looked at Kenpachi Zaraki. "Besides, duels should be about growing stronger, not a momentary whim. If you really want to find an opponent, you should first think about how to deal with the trouble that might come next."
Kenpachi Zaraki frowned, seemingly not understanding what he meant, but he did not press the issue further. He loved battle, but he was not completely unreasonable.
When it came to major matters of right and wrong, he could still restrain himself. That was also why the Captain Commander had allowed him to become Captain of the Eleventh Division.
Kenpachi Zaraki put his eyepatch back on and slung his Zanpakuto over his shoulder, his tone carrying a trace of reluctance.
"Hmph, we'll let it go this time. But remember this—when this is over, I'm definitely fighting you. Don't come up with excuses then!"
Harry did not respond. He merely nodded slightly at Kenpachi Zaraki before turning to Ikkaku Madarame.
"Recover properly."
With that, he turned and walked toward the door. The hem of his Shinigami Uniform swayed gently in the wind, and the chill in his green eyes faded, returning to their usual warmth.
Kenpachi Zaraki watched his back, a complicated glint flashing through his eyes.
This Captain of the Tenth Division was different from all the other Captains in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. He clearly possessed such immense Reiryoku, yet he was not battle-hungry at all. Instead, he was always thinking about troublesome things Kenpachi could not understand.
He snorted, then turned to Ikkaku Madarame. "Did you hear him? Recover