The figure raced in from afar at lightning speed, as though he would break through the confines of time and space.
The man was extraordinarily burly. His enormous frame, coupled with the chilling murderous aura emanating from him, made him resemble a towering mountain, solid as rock and immovable, exuding an unshakable majesty.
His face was twisted and ferocious, hideous beyond measure, like a vicious specter that had crawled up from the depths of the underworld.
Most striking was the horrific scar stretching across his left cheek, like a deep, terrifying canyon that inspired dread and sent chills down one's spine.
His thick black hair had been carefully woven into small bunches, each hung with a delicate bell capable of sensitively detecting fluctuations in spiritual power.
With his every movement, these bells occasionally gave off clear, melodious chimes, like music from the heavens.
What drew the most attention, however, were the eyepatch over his right eye and the distinctive, sawtoothed hem of his white captain's Haori.
Everyone saw him too.
Oh, he was not alone. There was someone else with him.
Perched securely on the mysterious man's left shoulder was a petite, endearing little girl.
Her delicately sculpted, adorable features and soft pink hair made her look like an exquisite porcelain doll, forming a stark contrast with the mighty, imposing man beside her.
At the same time, a uniquely shaped, long, slender katana rested securely on his broad, sturdy right shoulder.
The newcomer was none other than Kenpachi Zaraki, captain of the Eleventh Division of Soul Society's Gotei 13!
Lying over his left shoulder was his petite yet energetic lieutenant, Yachiru Kusajishi.
The two made a distinctive sight, drawing everyone's gaze.
"Oh, it's little Orihime! What's going on with Ichi?" As this puzzled question rang out, the unusual pair slowed