What the Hell Is This Place?
Crack, crack, crack—
Kurosaki Ichigo shifted his body, producing a series of crisp cracks as he stared coldly at Bu Yuanluo. "What a troublesome ability. But it's not without a countermeasure!"
"Hmph, such arrogant boasting!"
Before Kurosaki Ichigo and Bu Yuanluo began their battle, Urahara Kisuke, in another identical sealed space, had encountered an opponent just like Ichigo had.
Or rather, all of them had been sent by prearranged teleportation to nearly identical testing grounds.
Unlike Kurosaki Ichigo, however, Urahara Kisuke had encountered a human—just like himself, with two eyes, two ears, one nose, and one mouth... in short, no different from an ordinary person.
Yet the air of superiority about him, as well as the contempt in his gaze toward Urahara Kisuke, was exactly the same. At least this one, while introducing himself, also asked for his opponent's name.
"I am Rusba, one of Bogeku's Five War Generals! State your name. I do not kill nameless nobodies."
Urahara Kisuke said nothing. He first surveyed his surroundings before turning his gaze toward Rusba. The usual ease and frivolity were gone from his face, replaced by a faintly incredulous look.
"What was with the corpses in that room just now?" Urahara Kisuke asked instead of answering.
Rusba frowned. "As expected, trash is trash. Even though we are both human, creatures like you, born from Quirks, are nothing but garbage."
As he spoke, Rusba slowly rose and drew the longsword at his waist. An incomparably sharp aura instantly filled the entire space. "In my eyes, things like Quirks are nothing but garbage. Only one's own strength is the strongest!"
"Born from Quirks?"
Urahara Kisuke immediately seized upon the key point in those words. Raising his head, he looked at Rusba. "It seems you don't possess