Ninth Division Barracks.
First Special Detention Cell.
Renji Abarai stared blankly through the small window. Through it, he could vaguely make out brilliant stars twinkling in the distance.
Ever since he had been captured by Su Feng and regained consciousness in the detention cell, he had maintained this posture, as though he had lost his soul and become a walking corpse.
He had failed again.
Even after mastering his True Name Bankai, he was still as fragile as paper before Captain Su Feng. He could not even withstand Su Feng's spiritual pressure.
Renji Abarai knew he was no match for Su Feng, but he had never imagined he would be this weak.
Tap, tap, tap...
Just as he gazed at the stars and pondered what remained of his life's value, steady footsteps suddenly echoed through the dim corridor.
Renji Abarai had no interest in them.
He assumed it was either a Jigoku no Gohei delivering food or family members visiting someone else.
As the Prison Guard Squad, the Ninth Division's detention cells held more than just him. There were also noble rebels, vicious criminals, and the like.
Likewise, despite being the Third Seat of the Thirteenth Division, he had received no special treatment.
What surprised him was that the footsteps stopped outside his cell.
"Third Seat Abarai."
A voice that was unfamiliar yet faintly familiar rang out, causing Renji Abarai to turn his head in surprise.
A dark face entered his view. Long purple hair fell loose over the man's shoulders and back, its ends adorned with conspicuous brass-colored beads.
Most striking of all were the two pairs of deep, pitch-black eyes on his face.
Yet those familiar with him knew that two pairs were not his limit.
"Lieutenant Tosen..."
Renji Abarai's voice carried undisguised shock and confusion. As far