Chapter 31

Three overwhelming spiritual pressures!

And upstairs, the aura within the private box, though extremely restrained, was like a bottomless black hole, its strength utterly impossible to gauge!

Today.

But what a chance for a proper slaughter.

026. The Strength-and-Speed Double-A Berserker

Senya Pavilion.

Above, inside the private box.

Songs and dances in celebration, all in joyful harmony.

Suddenly.

A massive spiritual pressure, wild and violent like a fierce beast, came rushing toward them.

The dancing girls cried out in alarm, their steps faltering, great beads of cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.

They were just ordinary working girls.

This kind of spiritual pressure had already surpassed their comprehension!

"Lord Senya, should we contact the Kuchiki family and the Shoudeji Society?" Hisame, at his side, asked with a worried expression.

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Under the crushing weight of that immense spiritual pressure, even her breathing grew rapid.

It was a powerhouse she had never seen before!

Although.

She knew Kuchiki Senya was also at captain-level strength, she still could not help worrying for him.

"No need." Kuchiki Senya gave a slight shake of his head and looked down below.

There, a tall, fierce-looking man holding a battered, pockmarked Zanpakuto came into view.

On his back was a pink-haired child, Yachiru Kusajishi.

Kenpachi Zaraki!

In the original work.

Captain of the Eleventh Division.

The Strength-and-Speed Double-A Berserker.

Also the only man to become a captain without even knowing Bankai—or even Shikai!

A battle-crazed genius born for combat, obsessed with fighting; his hunger for battle was even fiercer than Unohana Retsu's!

Only slaughter was the source of his joy!

Moreover.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger he grew; the more intense the battle, the more it drew out his potential—a man of pure hot blood.

However.

After defeating Unohana Retsu.

Kenpachi Zaraki, in pursuit of greater combat thrills, had voluntarily sealed his own strength and tied bells into his hair.

And.

He had also had Mayuri Kurotsuchi craft him an eye patch that sealed his spiritual pressure, suppressing his power as much as possible.

Yet even so, his strength was still among the very best of all the captains!

However.

What was maddening.

Every time Kenpachi Zaraki grew stronger, he sacrificed his own companions.

In the Thousand-Year Blood War Arc.

He awakened Shikai after killing Unohana Retsu, and awakened Bankai by sacrificing Yachiru Kusajishi.

He possessed the strongest physical-type Zanpakuto, No Breath.

However.

Although he possessed tremendous power.

His own battle record was not particularly impressive; he never became a decisive force on the battlefield.

So fans of the manga went wild mocking him.

At this point in time.

Kenpachi Zaraki had not yet joined the Shoudeji Society, and was still wandering the Rukongai.

Hearing of his own fame, the battle-hungry Zaraki naturally would not miss the chance to cross blades with himself.

……

At this moment.

Before the gates of Senya Pavilion.

Even from far away, the overwhelming spiritual pressure pouring from Kenpachi Zaraki left the common folk of the Rukongai in agony.

Great beads of sweat streamed down their foreheads, their eyes filled with sheer terror.

"Kenpachi Zaraki!"

"What are you doing!"

"Withdraw your spiritual pressure!"

A deep male voice rang out as a man with silver short hair and a resolute face slowly walked out from Senya Pavilion.

Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi looked at Kenpachi Zaraki, extremely solemn.

This battle-crazy lunatic!

Doesn't he know that overly immense spiritual pressure will affect the others around him?

If he hadn't held back against the civilians, Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi would have drawn his blade long ago.

Behind him.

Shunsui Kyōraku sauntered out lazily, his unshaven face full of decadence, seemingly not caring about anything at all.

"That's Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi!"

"Captain of the Ninth Division! This is a true blue big shot!"

"And Shunsui Kyōraku, Captain of the Eighth Division!"

In the distance.

The watching crowd buzzed with discussion, even though the spiritual pressure pressed them so they couldn't straighten up.

Yet they still stared fixedly at the details in the field.

Two Captains, plus Kenpachi Zaraki, and that Young Master of the Kuchiki family!

Today's Senya Pavilion is especially lively.

"You're a Captain?" Kenpachi Zaraki grinned, completely deaf to Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi's words.

Instead, the spiritual pressure around his whole body grew even more ferocious, his aura incomparably violent!

"Then you should be able to take a few more cuts."

"Before the main course begins, an appetizer isn't bad either."

Kenpachi Zaraki hurled Yachiru Kusajishi far away, drew his serrated Zanpakutō, his fighting spirit surging forth, like a fierce dragon or savage beast!

"Heh, an appetizer?" Rōjūrō Ōtoribashi's face went black as a pot's bottom, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Today, I'll let you know the price of arrogance."

"Whoosh—"

Kenpachi Zaraki's figure vanished in an instant, a piercing wind howl rising in the air.

"Clang—"

The sound of Jin Tiejiao rang out.

Two ferocious figures exuded tremendous spiritual power, even the air in between faintly twisting.