Crash!
Zaraki kicked apart the door to one of the Fourth Division's hospital rooms, strode inside, and yanked the bald man lying on the bed upright.
"Hey..."
"Who is it?"
Abruptly hauled up from his hospital bed, Ikkaku Madarame flew into a rage and turned a murderous gaze behind him.
But the next moment, once he saw who had grabbed him, Ikkaku Madarame was startled out of his wits. The "killing intent" on his face instantly turned into "terror."
"C-Captain Zaraki, why are you here?"
"Huh? Ikkaku, you found such a great opponent and didn't call me? You were going to enjoy him all by yourself?"
Frenzied fighting spirit gleamed in Zaraki's eyes.
Ever since Zaraki's spiritual pressure had fully awakened and he had learned the name of his Zanpakuto, his strength had likely ranked below only Captain-Commander Yamamoto and Captain Ailin throughout the Seireitei. He could be considered the Seireitei's third strongest fighter.
Yet immense strength had not made Zaraki any happier.
Because the division members who could once trade blows with Zaraki no longer stirred even the slightest fighting spirit in him.
Even if he deliberately suppressed his spiritual pressure, his familiarity with the division members left him unable to muster any enthusiasm.
He desperately wanted a new opponent.
Of course, that opponent also had to possess a certain level of strength.
If they did not even have Captain-level strength, then even if Zaraki suppressed his spiritual pressure to the level of a Vice-Captain, he could still defeat them with ease. There would be no enjoyment in the battle at all.
The day before yesterday, when Zaraki learned that among the Ryoka who had invaded the Seireitei, someone had defeated Ikkaku Madarame after he used Bankai, he had laughed loudly and charged out of the Eleventh Division, intending