Yet at that very moment, Kizaru keenly caught the undisguised suspicion on Kyougetsu Shunsui's face. That distrust pierced straight into his heart like a sharp sword, leaving him with a deep sense of helplessness.
Although he did not care about such things.
Although he had brought that distrust upon himself earlier.
Kizaru was still a little unhappy.
Faced with someone so stubborn, Kizaru could do nothing but give a bitter smile.
He shook his head gently, the motion looking somewhat feeble.
Then he slowly spread his hands, palms up, seemingly trying to show that he truly had no ill intentions or hidden agenda.
After doing all that, Kizaru silently turned around. His steps remained light and easy, yet they also faintly betrayed an indescribable... happiness.
It seemed he had successfully bluffed his way out of another battle.
Slacking off felt...
So good!
He walked briskly into the distance, step by step, his figure gradually disappearing beyond the distant horizon.
At that moment, Kyougetsu Shunsui no longer had time to pay any attention to Kizaru's actions.
He and several other Soul Reapers came racing over like lightning, their speed astonishing.
In the blink of an eye, they reached the stretch of rubble where Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto lay buried.
Broken walls and debris lay everywhere, and the air was thick with smoke and dust, as though recounting the breathtaking battle that had taken place there.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.
Naruto stood as straight as a statue, while Sōsuke Aizen beside him radiated a powerful presence that could not be ignored.
They stood shoulder to shoulder like two indestructible mountains, silently watching the fierce fighting ahead-Luffy and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto were locked in a breathtaking battle of life and death.
Once Luffy and Yamamoto's battle ended, the silence