Staring at the cracks spreading across the barrier's curtain of light, Ginrei Kuchiki felt a throbbing headache coming on.
A swelling pain that radiated from deep inside his head.
As an old man who had lived for over a thousand years, he had to admit that among the Kuchiki Family's direct heirs throughout history, his grandson was unquestionably a prodigy of exceptional talent.
In a single year, he had learned every course offered by the Shinigami Academy, discovered his Zanpakuto's True Name, and fulfilled the conditions for Shikai at the same time.
Even Bankai, the ultimate art of a Shinigami, had been mastered smoothly in less than ten years.
Not just within the Kuchiki Family—even throughout the entire history of Soul Society, there were only a handful of Shinigami who had reached such a level.
With his current strength, he was more than qualified to serve as the Sixth Division's Captain.
But he had run into a monster of a Shinigami. Getting beaten so badly as a child that it left psychological scars was one thing, but after finally growing up and undergoing earth-shaking improvements in every aspect of his strength...
He had thought his chance to turn things around had come.
Yet in the blink of an eye, he found that his opponent did not even need to use a Zanpakuto against him.
One slash was answered with one punch. What else was there to say?
Ginrei Kuchiki was already regretting assigning such an opponent as the examiner for Byakuya Kuchiki's Captain assessment.
This would leave an indelible traumatic scar in the child's heart.
"Don't worry too much," Yamamoto Genryusai comforted him. "Su Feng knows where to draw the line."
Ginrei Kuchiki raised a brow, his eyelid twitching. "Captain-Commander, you call this drawing the line?"
"At least he has