That way, his attacks posed no threat whatsoever before Captain Zaraki. They were no different from scratching an itch.
But there was something very wrong with the man before him.
When his Zanpakuto struck the man's body, it felt as though it had collided with the man's Zanpakuto.
The enemy before him did not seem like a Shinigami at all, but a living, breathing "Zanpakuto"!
"Clang!"
This time, Kidōmaru in Ikkaku Madarame's hand struck Umehari's fist. Then, the point where it had collided with Umehari's fist suddenly came apart. The upright spear transformed into a nunchaku linked by chains.
Driven by inertia, the detached second section continued lashing toward Umehari. Umehari stretched out his left hand and grabbed the shaft of the second section.
But...
"Click..."
The third section detached. Before Umehari's astonished eyes, this final section struck him on the head.
"Clang!"
The gleaming spearhead stabbed into Umehari's head without even cutting off a single strand of his hair.
Still, that was enough to make Umehari angry.
Umehari had never imagined that he would be shown up by some brat.
The damage was practically nonexistent, but the humiliation was through the roof!
"Heh, what a flashy attack."
"But, brat, you've angered me!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
With Umehari's roar, hundreds of hiltless blades suddenly appeared around him. They turned into a rain of arrows that pierced through every Shinigami nearby.
Ikkaku Madarame in front of Umehari had it especially bad, with at least a dozen blades embedded in his body.
"Ah..."
"AAAAARGH..."
A string of screams jolted Kiyone Shunjō out of his fear of Umehari. Seeing the Eleventh Division members sprawled across the ground, Kiyone Shunjō roared.
"Umehari, I told you to stop!"
"Bankai—Eight-Pronged Iron Meteor!"
"Boom!"
Immense spiritual pressure erupted from Kiyone Shunjō. The dense spiritual