"Oh?"
Hearing the Shinigami address the silver-haired young man in a white chef's uniform that way, Bazz-B's expression shifted from flippant to grave.
Before invading the Seireitei, Bazz-B had possessed immense confidence in his own strength. He believed his flames were in no way inferior to those of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, who had defeated Yhwach a thousand years ago.
But unfortunately, during both invasions of the Seireitei, Bazz-B had suffered setbacks at Toshiro Hitsugaya's hands.
The blow to Bazz-B had been enormous.
He could not even defeat one Shinigami Captain under Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto. How could he compare himself to Yamamoto?
Now, another Captain-level fighter had appeared and rescued the Shinigami Bazz-B had nearly killed.
"My Vice-Captain has certainly received quite a bit of care from you."
Gently laying the unconscious Izuuru Kira on the ground, Gin Ichimaru tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and spoke to Bazz-B.
"As thanks, let me be your opponent!"
"Shoot him—Shinsō!"
A white flash streaked out. Driven by instinctive terror, Bazz-B abruptly leaned back.
"Swish—"
"Ah..."
"AAAAAAAAH..."
"Help, help..."
"K-Kill me..."
Once the white flash had passed and Bazz-B straightened up, he discovered that every Quincy who had come out with him had been sliced in two by that streak of white light.
A bead of cold sweat ran down Bazz-B's forehead.
Had he not dodged quickly enough, he would have been among those cut in half.
"So fast!"
"What was that just now?"
Bazz-B looked toward Gin Ichimaru. This time, he saw the short blade in Gin's hand.
"Oh? You actually avoided it?"
Gin Ichimaru was mildly surprised that Bazz-B had evaded his attack.
After all, over all these years, once Gin became serious, very few people had survived his blade.
The one before last had been the Substitute Shinigami Ichigo Kurosaki.
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