"What? He relied on swordsmanship alone... Captain Unohana, you're not joking, are you?" The captains found it hard to believe, and the vice-captains were equally shocked. If that was true, Duke's strength would need to be reevaluated.
"I can vouch for her. Captain Unohana wasn't joking! It really was swordsmanship alone!" Shunsui Kyōraku's words sent towering waves through everyone's hearts, leaving them unable to calm down for a long while.
"Doesn't that mean our 10th Kenpachi humiliated himself by provoking a true 'Kenpachi'?" Isshin Shiba hit the nail on the head.
"Tch, who knows what that idiot was thinking?" Soi Fon sneered.
"We're fellow colleagues, after all. Calling him an idiot is rather discourteous, Captain Soi Fon," Aizen, the Soul Society's number-one warm-hearted man, advised. As captains, they should unite, support one another, and not engage in internal conflict. Unfortunately, his lofty words might as well have gone unsaid. Soi Fon answered him with two eye-rolls.
While they talked, Duke's battle with Kijō Kenpachi had already entered its final, most intense stage.
"Captain Kijō, your strength is getting weaker and weaker. Are you still going to stubbornly hold on? Admit defeat! I don't want the infamy of killing a captain before I've even joined the 13th Division." Sensing his opponent's steadily declining Reiatsu, Duke could not help speaking up. Killing Kijō Kenpachi would mean inheriting the title of "Kenpachi." Though the title of 11th Kenpachi was incredibly tempting to a swordsman, the Gay Squad was truly too much to praise. Duke did not want to have to sleep with a steel plate tucked behind his ass every night.
"Bastard! Don't get too cocky! Why do you think my Reiatsu has been getting lower and lower?" The instant Kijō Kenpachi's Reiatsu fell to its lowest point, it abruptly surged. The condensed