"Doesn't it look dark and desolate, filled with despair?"
Kyoraku stood up, holding both swords before him, and raised his head slightly to look at his enemy.
Faced with Kyoraku's question, Borsalino had no desire even to answer.
His figure flashed, bursting apart into streaks of light.
Instead of attacking Kyoraku, every streak flew upward.
Before the battle began, he had read the intelligence on every captain of the Gotei 13, including, of course, Kyōraku Shunsui's Bankai.
Kenma had personally distributed that intelligence, so Borsalino naturally trusted it.
According to the report, Kyōraku Shunsui's Bankai was extremely troublesome. Ordinary methods were utterly ineffective against it.
Earlier in the fight, Borsalino had deliberately attacked to interrupt Kyoraku's Bankai.
He had never expected Kyoraku to hide in his shadow. In the end, that single misstep had allowed Kyoraku to find an opening and successfully unleash his Bankai.
"It's useless!"
Watching Borsalino retreat without hesitation, Kyoraku frowned slightly.
What was going on?
Instead of attacking immediately, he had decisively retreated. He clearly knew what my Bankai could do!
But I've never shown it to anyone.
The only people who know about my Bankai are Yamamoto and Ukitake, the two closest to me.
Neither of them would ever casually reveal it!
As Borsalino moved, Kyoraku quietly made his move.
All the surrounding air vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of water.
Both men were now submerged.
Borsalino turned into streaks of light, but no matter what he did, he could not approach the surface. In fact, the harder he tried, the farther he moved from it.
"What's going on? I really can't fly out!"
The streaks of light gathered, forming Borsalino's figure.
Looking down, he saw Kyoraku not far away.
Borsalino's deeply lined face darkened, losing its earlier ease.
"Of course you can't. Haven't