"It's a little late to be thinking about getting off now."
In the Muken, Kenpachi Zaraki stood with his Zanpakuto in hand, seeming to have been waiting for quite some time.
The Strongest Kenpachi was an absolute disaster with directions. Who knew why he had miraculously not gotten lost today? Perhaps it was because he lacked a little girl to serve as his guide, or perhaps navigating the Muken only required walking downward. Either way, the directionally challenged swordsman had unusually arrived first.
However, when Kenpachi Zaraki saw that Unohana Retsu had not come alone, with one tall and one short figure following behind her, he frowned slightly.
Honestly, when he heard that Unohana Retsu wanted to fight him to the death, Kenpachi Zaraki had not even brought the pink-haired loli who was never apart from him, showing his respect for this battle.
Yet Unohana Retsu had brought along two unrelated bystanders. It instantly soured his originally soaring fighting spirit.
Yoru Machi was one thing, since he had always been one of Kenpachi's desired opponents, but what was this shota captain of the Tenth Division doing here?
Did he even qualify to take part in a battle at their level? This was not some game of house. If they got carried away with their slashing, they would not care whether he was a fellow Soul Reaper captain or not.
Unohana Retsu, who had arrived before Kenpachi Zaraki, had no intention of saying much. She slowly drew her Zanpakuto.
Likewise, Yoru Machi put away his usual playful grin and drew the Zanpakuto at his waist.
"Gulp—!"
After looking at the three people on the field, all radiating astonishing pressure, Tōshirō recalled what he had said earlier. A determined expression quickly appeared on his face, and he prepared to draw his Zanpakuto.