Deep within the ruins of Wahrwelt, Kenpachi Zaraki stood at the edge of the huge crater gouged out by a boulder.
The bottom of the crater was silent, with only the faint sound of wind weaving through the white rubble.
Kenpachi rested the broad back of Nozarashi on his shoulder, a trace of irritation on his face.
That pink-haired girl had clearly been buried right here. How had she vanished in the blink of an eye?
Even if the falling rubble had buried her, with her strength, at least a trace of her Reiatsu should have seeped through.
Kenpachi jumped straight into the crater and used his door-sized blade to push aside layer after layer of heavy stones.
After searching for quite a while, he found only a neatly folded set of clothes in a narrow crevice in one corner.
Pinned to the black Shihakushō was the distinctive lieutenant's armband of the 11th Division.
But the owner of those clothes was nowhere to be found.
Kenpachi picked up the small uniform, his brows nearly knotting together.
He casually stuffed the clothes into his robes, shouldered his sword, and leaped out of the crater.
There was nothing for it. He could only go somewhere else and find someone to cut down. Maybe that idiot would pop up on her own once she was done playing.
Among another cluster of buildings in Wahrwelt, an eerie sense of pressure filled the air.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi stood atop a broken half-wall.
Beside him stood his perpetually expressionless lieutenant, Nemu Kurotsuchi.
In an open space several dozen meters directly ahead of them, a huge, twisted mass of pale flesh occupied the middle of the street.
That was Pernida Parnkgjas, designated "C" among the Sternritter.
By now, Pernida had long since shed its white hooded cloak, fully