The first underground level.
The heavy stone doors slowly opened, and cold air surged out from the depths of the darkness.
Kenpachi Zaraki carried his Zanpakuto on his shoulder as he followed Yoriichi and Unohana. Ever since entering the basement of the First Division, the grin had never left his face.
"Are we there yet?"
"Almost."
Yoriichi continued down the stairs without pausing.
Zaraki grinned and pressed a hand against his eyepatch.
"You'd better not have lied to me."
Upon hearing that Yoriichi intended to fight him to the death without restrictions, Zaraki had followed the two out of the 11th Division without even asking where they were going.
As for Yachiru Kusajishi...
She had only gone to fetch a bag of konpeito, but when she returned, her Little Ken was gone.
She was probably leading the members of the 11th Division all over Seireitei by now.
Zaraki, however, had clearly already forgotten about that.
To him, nothing mattered more than fighting.
Especially when his opponent was Yoriichi.
In their previous bouts, every time Zaraki began to get excited, Yoriichi would knock him out.
When he opened his eyes again, what greeted him was usually the ceiling of the Fourth Division.
That feeling was incredibly frustrating.
The fun had barely begun, yet his body could no longer take it.
This time was different.
Unohana had personally told him that no matter how badly he was injured, he could keep fighting.
Zaraki had agreed without a second thought.
Soon, the three descended the final stretch of stairs.
Before them lay a dark space with no end in sight.
There were no buildings here, nor any prisoners. All they could see was the flat, black ground beneath their feet.
Silence surrounded them, and even Reiatsu could barely spread outward.
Muken.
The deepest