Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three figures were sent flying, slamming into the metal wall.
"Tsk, tsk, is that all?" Bogeku shook his head lightly, his face full of ridicule. The scar on his face twitched, making him look especially terrifying.
Before him, Unohana Retsu, Kurosaki Ichigo, and Captain-Commander Yamamoto were all deathly pale.
Aizen's appearance had changed many things.
That utterly helpless defeat, that battle whose only possible ending had been despair... everyone had silently etched it into their hearts and used it as motivation to strengthen themselves.
Even with only a year's time, the three of them had grown far stronger than before. Yet even joining forces had made them experience that same sense of powerlessness once again.
"You think you're very strong?" Unohana Retsu stood perfectly straight, the curved blade in her hand seeming relaxed, yet capable of unleashing a killing strike at the fastest speed at any moment. Her narrow eyes, fixed on Bogeku, held heartfelt disdain.
Bogeku raised a brow, then smiled indifferently. "So what if I do think I'm strong? Though there are many people in this world stronger than me, for a race like yours, born from some bizarre 'quirk,' I am the strongest..."
"I can decide whether you live or die as I please!"
"The strongest to us?"
Kurosaki Ichigo curled his lip. "That's true, you're strong. But... there are two people who feel far more terrifying to me than you do."
"Is that so?"
Bogeku sneered, his expression brimming with disdain. Clearly, he had not taken Ichigo's words seriously. A teasing smile appeared on his lips. "What a pity. If those two people you mentioned had come here too, torturing them to death right in front of you would have made for quite a show. But... it seems they didn't come. Or could