If He Can Do It, So Can We!

The two members of Zero Division stood proudly before more than a hundred thousand people.

The man on the left was lean and tall, yet he carried the wild arrogance and unruliness of a street thug.

He wore a captain's haori open across his chest, casually holding a toothpick between his lips. Most eye-catching of all was his exaggerated black pompadour.

He was Tenjirō Kirinji, Zero Division's First Officer, known as the Hot Spring Ghost.

Even before the neatly assembled Gotei 13, he stood with a slack posture, one hand on his hip and a seemingly frivolous yet actually cold smirk on his face. His gaze swept over the crowd as though it had substance, like he was inspecting a pack of weaklings waiting for slaughter.

Standing beside him was an extremely plump, kind-looking woman.

Her long purple hair was wound into a peculiar spiral, and thick purple lipstick covered her face. Though her chubby cheeks bore a harmless smile like that of a neighborhood auntie, the occasional glint through her narrowed eyes made every captain's heart tighten.

She was Kirisuke Tōshirō, Zero Division's Second Officer and the Valley King who had created the concept of Gikon.

Though she currently appeared in a fat form used to store Spiritual Pressure, the sheer weight of the Spiritual Pressure radiating from her body was no less than that of the razor-sharp Kirinji beside her. Like an immovable mountain, she weighed steadily upon everyone's heart.

Neither of them spoke immediately. They simply stood quietly at the edge of the massive crater, their eyes passing over the heads of countless Shinigami before falling directly upon the man in the snow-white haori ahead.

Ross stood there without a change in expression. Even the hem of his clothes had not stirred in the slightest.

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