Bankai Special Training

"I... I didn't... I didn't!" Ichigo waved his hands frantically and backed away in terror, almost kneeling to Yuko on the spot. His face was deathly pale as he explained, "Uncle was talking nonsense! How could I possibly want to beat you up, Aunt? I respect you too much for that!"

Renji's mouth twitched as he turned to look at him, saying awkwardly, "Hey, isn't that a little extreme?"

Ichigo was covered in cold sweat and despair. "You have no idea what kind of inhuman treatment I suffered before."

This had gone beyond mere refusal. It was a full-blown psychological scar!

Renji's forehead began to sweat from Ichigo's reaction.

"Hmph. This is a rare opportunity, Renji." Hebi-o-Maru snorted coldly. "If you want to earn our acknowledgment and make us submit, defeat this foul-mouthed woman."

The monkey agreed in a low voice: "Exactly. This is much easier than facing our trials."

"How is this supposed to be easy?" Ichigo was the first to lose his composure. After clutching his head and letting out a wail, he pointed at Zabimaru and looked toward Uncle Zangetsu. "Hey, old man, can we change it to beating these two up instead?"

This immediately drew Renji and Zabimaru's displeasure again.

Zabimaru said angrily, "Huh? Are you saying we're easier to bully?"

Monkey: "I can't pretend I didn't hear that."

Renji: "What the hell, Kurosaki Ichigo? Is that all the guts you have?"

Just as the argument grew more heated and chaotic—

BANG!!!

A sudden, deafening blast interrupted everyone's noisy bickering.

The two of them, along with their respective zanpakutō, turned toward the source of the sound.

Yuko rubbed her brow with one hand. In the other, she held a zanpakutō glowing with a dusky violet light, while terrifying fluctuations of spiritual pressure radiated from her entire