The masked Kensei and Kyunnan Shiro were still fighting.
Fist met fist, kick met kick, and Cero met Cero.
Every collision burst into blinding light, and every impact unleashed a violent shock wave.
They fought their way from the enormous crater into the nearby woods, then from the woods to the barren hills farther away.
Trees snapped, rocks shattered, and deep furrows split the ground wherever they went.
The shock waves swept outward, sending the Ninth Division members still lying unconscious at the edge of the camp tumbling across the ground, their bodies scraping bloody trails over the rubble.
If this continued, those men really would die.
But a closer look revealed that although Kyunnan Shiro kept shouting about how amazing this felt and showed no mercy in his attacks, he was deliberately drawing Kensei away.
Whenever Kensei tried to move toward the camp, he drove him back with fiercer attacks or cut off his route with a Cero.
He was keeping the division members out of the battle's reach.
The masked Kensei, on the other hand, seemed to have been in a frenzy ever since swallowing the Soul Jade and putting on that rectangular mask.
There was no method to his attacks. He simply punched, roared, and destroyed on instinct. Behind the scarlet eyeholes, there was no trace of reason, only a savage thirst for battle.
"Lord Aizen."
Kaname Tōsen stood on a distant hill, his brow furrowing slightly beneath his blindfold.
"Has he failed?"
There was uncertainty in his voice.
After Kuchiki Kyōka had donned his mask, his power had surged and his emotions had become extreme, but at least he had retained a clear sense of self.
He knew who he was, remembered what he needed to do, and could hold a normal conversation.
But Kensei Muguruma