"I heard a new recruit joined and challenged for a seat," Hanataro Yamada said. "Then, he got completely wrecked by Ikkaku Madarame and is s
"I heard a new recruit joined and challenged for a seat," Hanataro Yamada said.
"Then, he got completely wrecked by Ikkaku Madarame and is seriously injured."
Hanataro Yamada seemed unclear on the specifics; he was just the messenger.
In reality, the Fourth Division's Sixth Medical Squad, under Kyōraku Callum's special training, had developed a fighting style quite unlike the rest of the Fourth Division.
As a support unit, their combat strength was easily on par with the Eleventh Division's elite.
While not quite matching the seated officers, their fighting ability was comparable to any squad member.
Imagine a group of fervent fanatics, wielding Zanpakutō in one hand and simultaneously using Kidō with the other, charging towards you. That's the Sixth Squad's combat style.
However, it still wasn't quite up to Kyōraku Callum's standards. His goal was to train these squad members to possess the rapid regeneration abilities of an Arrancar. If possible…
"Because the Captain is away and Third Seat Isane is needed at the Integrated Medical Facility," Hanataro Yamada explained, "I came to report to Kyōraku-sama."
"In that case, let's go." Kyōraku Callum tightened his obi, gripped his Zanpakutō, and activated Shunpo.
Whether it was for the check-in task or for the sake of that unfortunate Eleventh Division recruit, he felt the need to hurry.
Hanataro Yamada rubbed his eyes. "Where'd Kyōraku-sama go?!"
The once-introverted squad member, now brimming with muscle, had clearly abandoned all thought of subtlety. For the Sixth Squad, fists were more effective than brains.
Eleventh Division. The barracks here were much simpler than in other divisions. Besides spacious training grounds, there was a dedicated battle arena.
Considering the Eleventh Division's members rarely used Kidō, the arena had been reinforced by the Twelfth Division using specialized tools.
Infusing it with spiritual pressure created a Kidō barrier to contain the destructive force generated during battles.
When Kyōraku Callum arrived, the battle arena was splattered with blood. Two figures stood facing each other; one was Ikkaku Madarame.
His shaved head gleamed, his muscular body covered in wounds, blood seeping from numerous cuts.
His opponent was a familiar face: Renji Abarai, with his crimson hair flowing and distinctive black tattoos on his face.
"Renji Abarai?" Kyōraku Callum was surprised. Renji Abarai had already been dispatched to the Eleventh Division by Aizen.
A rebellious spirit, a thorn in the side, he often completed missions according to his own whims.
This led Aizen to deem him uncontrollable, resulting in his expulsion from the Fifth Division. Kyōraku Callum hadn't expected his first task in the Eleventh Division to be a seat-seizing battle.
It seemed his increased strength had inflated his confidence. Why not challenge another seated officer? Challenging a Third Seat right off the bat was reckless, to say the least.
Renji Abarai, his Zanpakutō, Zabimaru, planted on the arena floor, gasped for breath, blood dripping from his jaw. He was in terrible shape.
"I… I lost again…" Renji Abarai's breathing was ragged; his consciousness was fading. Only sheer willpower kept him going.
"Kid, your spirit's earned my respect. Let's end this," Ikkaku Madarame grinned cruelly. "After this seat-seizing battle, I'll give you more chances. Defeat me, and you'll become the Eleventh Division's Third Seat, and earn the right to challenge Captain Kenpachi!"
A smile touched Renji Abarai's lips. He'd finally earned recognition.
With a final exhale, he collapsed onto the arena floor, Zabimaru reverting to its shikai state. Ikkaku Madarame, however, remained vigorous. His injuries, though numerous, were mostly superficial.
"Bullying a newbie," Kyōraku Callum's amused voice cut through the air. "Very impressive, Ikkaku."
Ikkaku Madarame was about to react, but upon seeing who was speaking, he restrained himself.
"Oh, it's you. Again."
Kyōraku Callum raised an eyebrow. "That's your attitude towards your savior?"
Ikkaku Madarame's face fell. "Ah, you're bringing that up again!"
"I'll… I'll…" He struggled to find a response.
"I'll get you to save me again someday, right?" Kyōraku Callum quipped. "Get Renji down from there. If he bleeds out, you'll be in trouble."
Ikkaku Madarame grabbed Renji Abarai's belt and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
"Take him to the medical bay," Kyōraku Callum instructed.
Considering the Eleventh Division's frequent injuries, and how those injuries sometimes impaired mobility, as was the case with Renji Abarai, Kyōraku Callum suggested building a medical bay within the Eleventh Division, staffed by Fourth Division personnel.
They could request support from the Fourth Division via Kidō when needed. This explained why the battle had just concluded upon his arrival.
A wave of Kidō light enveloped Renji Abarai. Kyōraku Callum glanced at Ikkaku Madarame, realizing his injuries were also treatable.
He extended the Kidō's range, healing him as well. Kyōraku Callum's Kidō skills were now on par with the top Kidō masters of his time.
Except for the inner Kidō and forbidden techniques, he was proficient in all Kidō. His healing Kidō had naturally improved as well.
Just as the healing was nearly complete, a gruff voice boomed from behind.
"Finally, you're here! Let's have a real fight!"
Kyōraku Callum turned to see Kenpachi Zaraki, his Zanpakutō slung over his shoulder, his face alight with a fervent desire for battle. His jagged Captain's haori perfectly embodied his personality. Nozarashi was already unsheathed, gleaming menacingly.
"Kyōraku-kun!" Yachiru Kusajishi popped her head out from Kenpachi Zaraki's shoulder, excited. "Be careful! Kenpachi's in a great mood today! You have to survive!"
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