"Jushiro Genpachi, where are you?"
"Get out here already! I've come to challenge you!"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Umehari laughed wildly as he rampaged through the underground prison, searching everywhere for the place where Jushiro Genpachi was held.
After questioning several prisoners, Umehari finally learned where Jushiro Genpachi was imprisoned.
It was at the very deepest level of the underground prison, a place called Mugen Jigoku—a prison reserved for the most terrifying criminals in Soul Society.
Having learned Jushiro Genpachi's location, Umehari no longer wandered the underground prison like a headless fly. Instead, he ran toward Mugen Jigoku on the lowest level.
The moment he pushed open Mugen Jigoku's gates, Umehari's arrogant voice spread through the endless, lightless darkness of Hell.
Footsteps rang out. Souya Jōshirō, handsome and refined like a young nobleman, slowly emerged from the deeper darkness.
"It's been a long time, Umehari."
"Ha ha ha ha, Captain Jushiro, I've come to challenge you again!"
The moment he saw Souya Jōshirō, powerful fighting intent burst from Umehari's eyes.
Then, tremendous spiritual pressure erupted from Umehari's body. With a wave of his hand, dozens of blades appeared and shot toward Souya Jōshirō.
However, as those blades flew toward Souya Jōshirō, they all dissolved into white spirit particles.
This was the ability of Souya Jōshirō's Zanpakuto, Dewdrop Crushing.
Souya Jōshirō could merge his spiritual power with any substance, then control the substance after merging with it.
The blades that had just flown toward Souya Jōshirō had been fused with his spiritual power before they could reach him, then disintegrated at his will.
Umehari was not surprised in the slightest that his attack had failed to affect Jushiro Genpachi.
He had already tried this move more than two hundred years ago.
Using it against Jushiro Genpachi now was merely Umehari's greeting.