Inutsuri District, Block 3027.
As the most chaotic area in Inutsuri District, it was home to a mixed bag of factions, including no shortage of Rebel Army forces stationed there.
Every now and then, Shinigami who had "left the ranks" could also be seen nearby.
Yet the various factions kept one another in check, creating a bizarre balance.
However, ten years ago, a red-haired brat who had appeared from who knew where forcibly seized a piece of territory amid the major factions.
No one knew his origins, but everyone remembered his formidable strength and brutal fighting style. Over time, they tacitly accepted his existence and gave him the title of the Crimson Bullet of Inutsuri District.
Though it was said that the person in question was very dissatisfied with that title.
"R-Renji, is this... is this a Shinigami's Zanpakuto?"
In a courtyard, a group of people gathered around a stone platform, looking up at the red-haired figure standing atop it.
"That's right. That idiot was defeated head-on. By Inutsuri District's rules, this is my trophy!"
The youth's hair was a vivid red, tied into a ponytail by a black hairband that fell behind his back. A cross-shaped scar marked his somewhat thin face.
Renji Abarai!
At that moment, he was like a triumphant general returning from battle, holding up the Zanpakuto in his hand for all to see. Its blade gleamed brilliantly beneath the scorching sun, drawing countless eyes.
The underlings below gazed at the figure on the platform, their eyes more or less filled with longing.
As the lowest class of Inutsuri District, Shinigami were the people they envied most. And now their boss, Renji Abarai, had actually captured a Zanpakuto!
It sent them into an uncontrollable frenzy of excitement.
Yet even amid the cheers, some came to their