The Unforgiven from Shinigami
"Really? I think so too."
Shiraishi replied that he rarely engages in direct combat.
They prefer to utilize their Reiatsu to conceal their abilities, either by launching a sneak attack or by making a hasty retreat.
A direct confrontation doesn't quite fit his style.
Perhaps that's why Infinity said he lacked a bit of madness.
That's why he wanted to confront Kenpachi Zaraki, the toughest man in Soul Society, Kenpachi Zaraki.
Fighting this guy would probably give me a taste of madness.
Without further ado, he used Steel Tempest in front of Kenpachi Zaraki, followed by a Steel Tempest, and a golden ring-shaped slash appeared.
Kenpachi Zaraki lived up to his demonic appearance, acting with extreme brutality beyond human imagination. He actually stretched out his left hand, wrapped in Reiatsu, and grabbed down.
Blood splattered.
He also gripped the golden blade in his palm.
At the same time, Zanpakuto down.
Shiraishi swiftly used Steel Tempest to dodge to the side, his sword Hollowfication from Kenpachi Zaraki's grasp.
The golden slash tore through the grass-covered ground, relentlessly closing in.
He stopped using the Steel Tempest and swung his sword to deflect the attack.
Kenpachi Zaraki caught up, laughing wildly, "Hahaha!"
The Zanpakuto slashed down again; his technique was simple, but its strength lay in its immense pressure.
If the enemy shows even a hint of fear, they will be relentlessly attacked and eventually killed with ease.
There are no exceptions.
Shiraishi's eyes narrowed, and he also reached out his left hand to grasp his Zanpakuto.
A golden vortex of air appeared in an instant, then burst like a bubble rising into the air.
With a soft splatter, the irregular blade cleaved open the palm, striking the metacarpal bone, and blood gushed out continuously.
Shiraishi gripped tightly, his right hand thrusting out the Steel Tempest towards his heart like a golden lightning bolt.
Kenpachi Zaraki didn't have time to grab with his left hand, so he could only turn to the side, deliberately placing his shoulder into the tip of the blade, and then, his head, enveloped in Reiatsu, slammed down hard.
Shiraishi also crashed into it hard.
The two iron heads collided with a loud bang, causing the world to spin and both flying backward.
"Captain!" Rangiku Matsumoto tried to use Shunpo to Shunpo forward, Yachiru Kusajishi grabbed her sleeve tightly. " Rangiku-chan, no, it's very impolite to disturb them at this time."
" Yachiru." Rangiku Matsumoto glanced down; the little girl's face was solemn, showing a very firm determination.
Helpless, she could only look with worry at the bottom of that cloud of smoke.
Rocks crashed down from above, cracks spreading out from the Shiraishi, and billowing dust rose into the air.
Golden energy emanated from his body, his head was buzzing, and he felt that he had really lost his mind and forced himself to do something that was not in line with his personality.
As a result, madness didn't arise from his heart; he just felt like a complete idiot.
My hand hurts so much.
I feel dizzy.
What's the point of this?
"Damn it," Shiraishi realized that he could never become the battle maniac the world talked about. The possibility of seeking madness through battle was slim, so he might as well seek madness from Kūkaku.
Do it for ten days to half a month.
She is the ocean, after all; she won't dry up.
Shiraishi was thinking about all sorts of random things. Should he pull himself out of the rock face, or try to end the battle as quickly as possible in his own way?
He swung his knife forward.
The smoke and falling rocks vanished in an instant, and a huge golden tornado swept towards the opposite side, uprooting the vegetation along its path and adding a touch of green.
Kenpachi Zaraki shook his head as he emerged from the dust and saw the tornado. Instinctively, he swung his sword at it.
An irresistible suction force pulled him to the top of the tornado.
Last Breath!
Shiraishi unleashed a powerful attack, charging forward, and three golden sword lights fell into Kenpachi Zaraki's line of sight.
His pupils dilated as he tried to swing his knife, but his limbs were hindered by the suction of the tornado below, as if chains were pulling his body from below.
However, he struggled desperately, the invisible chains snapped, and he hurriedly swung his knife down.
With a clang, the three sounds almost merged into one. Kenpachi Zaraki blocked the sword, but he couldn't stop the surging Reiatsu.
Previously, his Reiatsu was superior, but now, Shiraishi's Reiatsu is coming in with overwhelming force.
Unable to resist.
Kenpachi Zaraki was hit like a flying baseball, resulting in a home run that sent him hurtling backward.
The hill exploded the moment it touched his back, and he continued backward, the base of the hill filled with molten lava.
" Ken-chan..." Yachiru Kusajishi murmured softly, a hint of worry appearing on her face.
Shiraishi didn't think that this would render the opponent powerless; after all, that was Kenpachi Zaraki.
He Steel Tempest.
More than ten miles away, the mountain peaks exploded and collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the air, making it impossible to see anything inside.
Shiraishi plunged into it, wielding his knife with both hands and slashing down.
"Haha, you really are the best!"
Amidst the smoke and Kenpachi Zaraki, a familiar maniacal laugh echoed. Kenpachi Zaraki stood up, his Captain's Haori mostly tattered, his face beaming with excitement—he hadn't been this happy in a long time.
This is a direct contest of strength, a battle fought one strike at a time.
It's irresistible no matter the time.
He gripped the hilt of the knife with his other hand and swung the knife upwards with both hands.
boom!
Two golden Reiatsu collided with the blades, and in an instant, the rocks turned into shattered dust that rose thousands of meters high, and part of the clouds were stained gray.
The violent winds swept in all directions, and dozens of miles away, the wild grass was bent to one side by the wind.
Kūkaku Shiba's black hair flew wildly, and his olive-green eyes stared into the distance, at the column of smoke that seemed to support the sky.
Behind them stood trembling Koganehiko, Shiroganehiko, Ganju Shiba.
Even when separated by great distances, such battles between powerful individuals can instill a deep sense of fear in them.
" Shiraishi..." she murmured the name, and her heart, which had been pounding, eased slightly.
Shiraishi, who had been concealing his Reiatsu, made no attempt to hide it at this moment, silently announcing that he was safe.
He stepped out of the column of smoke, the shadow still looming over the land.
"Captain, are you alright?" Rangiku Matsumoto Shunpo in front of him, asking with concern.
Shiraishi, with his left hand hidden behind his back, chuckled, "It's nothing, I just went a little overboard. But if I hadn't gone this far, it wouldn't have been easy to bring Kenpachi Zaraki down."
Yachiru Kusajishi on the ground, pointed, and said, " Ken-chan hasn't fallen yet."
"Well."
Before Shiraishi could speak, a sense of horror rose from behind him as golden Reiatsu transformed into a gigantic skull that the Roar.
He turned around.
The column of smoke dispersed the golden Reiatsu, revealing Kenpachi Zaraki several miles away. His face was obscured, but the even larger golden Reiatsu than before identified him.
Shiraishi's expression turned serious. It was understandable that he wasn't dead, but wasn't it a bit much to stand up?
He clearly remembered that his slash had penetrated at least halfway into Kenpachi Zaraki's body.
This could be fatal.
"What a troublesome fellow."
Shiraishi muttered to himself, his mood turning irritable. He was annoyed at himself for agreeing, and Kenpachi Zaraki hadn't collapsed yet.
The desire to kill arose from this.
Even he himself didn't realize it. " Matsumoto, step back, step back where I can't see you."
"If you're not far enough away, even the slightest touch of that karmic fire will kill you. I'll have to use Bankai."