"Personally, Kisuke, I admire you greatly, but you have made far too many mistakes. I cannot tolerate you."
"If you had wholeheartedly pledged yourself to me from the beginning, perhaps things would not have come to this."
Faced with Kenma's seemingly sincere, regretful expression, Kisuke Urahara let out a cold laugh.
The intense pain shooting through his shoulder twisted his already pale face further.
"Hmph—nothing but crocodile tears."
"The two Great Kidō Masters, and the captains lying here, were all secretly harmed by you people. And now you still have the nerve to say this?"
Kisuke Urahara glanced at Aizen beside him, regret flashing through his eyes.
Originally, he had wanted to use the opportunity created by Aizen and Kenma turning on each other to escape with Hirako and the others.
But now, it seemed Kenma had never intended to give him that chance.
Kenma had actually decisively abandoned his conflict with Aizen and turned to deal with him first.
With that thought, Kisuke Urahara looked at Kenma again.
Those eyes no longer held their usual gloominess or shyness, nor did they avoid his gaze.
Perhaps facing such a desperate, near-certain-death situation had stripped away all the layers of disguise, allowing him to confront the formidable enemy before him with the deepest part of his soul.
Kisuke Urahara no longer retreated. Without the slightest fear, he stared directly at Kenma.
Determined to stand his ground against the utterly wicked murderer before him!
Kenma curled his lips into a grin, appreciation appearing on his face.
"Good eyes. Now that's more like a real man!"
At this moment, Kisuke Urahara was still somewhat less mature than in the original story, but he was filled with courage.
He even possessed a spirit that did not fear sacrifice.
That only made Kenma feel even