Kenpachi Zaraki lowered the huge, nick-riddled Zanpakuto from his right shoulder.
He ignored the pink-haired little girl at the bottom of the pit, whose arms had both been severed, and raised his head to look up.
Gremmy was still sitting on the floating table.
Swinging his legs, Gremmy studied the rugged man who had suddenly appeared with a hint of curiosity.
"How strange. I clearly imagined that rock to be indestructible."
Gremmy tapped the tabletop with his fingertips. "Just how did you split it open?"
Kenpachi had absolutely no interest in answering his question.
He bent his knees and pushed off, instantly collapsing a vast stretch of white paving stones beneath his feet.
He shot skyward like a cannonball, leaping straight out of the deep pit.
Kenpachi gripped his nick-riddled Zanpakuto with both hands, the golden Reiatsu pouring from his body gathering furiously along its blade.
There was nothing fancy about his technique. He simply used the momentum of his leap to bring his blade down on the floating table.
Gremmy did not even blink.
A single thought merely flickered through his mind.
Without warning, more than a dozen massive walls of solid steel appeared in the air, layered across the path of Kenpachi's attack.
Not only that, but the gaps between each steel wall were filled with liquid cushioning layers capable of absorbing extremely powerful impacts.
It was the most perfect shelter that could be constructed within the bounds of common sense.
The blade struck the first steel wall with a deafening screech of tearing metal.
Then, all dozen or so layers of steel exploded within half a second.
Whether the solid steel or the defensive systems meant to cushion the impact, all of them lost their effectiveness before that absurd brute force.
Those absolute defenses, supposedly capable of