A few beads of cold sweat dripped down Ikkaku Madarame's forehead.
Although Captain Ailin rarely appeared in the Eleventh Division, and Vice-Captain Zaraki was the one who had always led everyone in carrying out the Eleventh Division's combat missions,
none of the Soul Reapers in the entire Eleventh Division—especially those who had served for over ten years and witnessed Captain Ailin and Vice-Captain Zaraki fight—would truly regard Captain Ailin as a mere figurehead.
Every one of Captain Zaraki's challenges against Captain Ailin had ended in crushing defeat.
At its core, the Eleventh Division was the wildest division in the Gotei 13.
Everything was judged by strength.
If you were strong, you were the boss. Everyone would sincerely submit to you.
It could be said that nearly every Soul Reaper in the Eleventh Division wanted to fight at Captain Zaraki's side.
Because Captain Zaraki was the one who could most ignite everyone's fighting spirit and hot blood.
But when Ailin appeared, even Zaraki would follow behind him.
This was the Eleventh Division's iron rule!
Revere the strong!
"Don't move around yet. Your injuries haven't healed."
Grabbing Ikkaku Madarame by the shoulder, Ailin forcibly pressed him back down.
"Sorry, Captain Ailin. I lost my fight against that Ryoka."
Ikkaku Madarame felt somewhat ashamed.
Seeing his captain after winning a battle and seeing his captain after losing one were two entirely different feelings.
Victory was glory.
Defeat was disgrace.
"Ikkaku, failure isn't frightening. What's frightening is being unable to rise again after failing."
Ailin smiled and offered Ikkaku Madarame a few words of comfort.
"Besides, I watched all of your fight."
"If you had used your full strength from the beginning, that Ryoka wouldn't have stood the slightest chance."
"Your true intention wasn't to kill that Ryoka, was it? You wanted to train