Faced with the challenge, a smile played on Kyōraku Callum's lips. "Yachiru, how did you know I'd lose?" As he spoke, a chilling aura of swo
Faced with the challenge, a smile played on Kyōraku Callum's lips.
"Yachiru, how did you know I'd lose?"
As he spoke, a chilling aura of sword intent and killing intent coalesced, blooming outwards from Kyōraku Callum like a hellish Asura, unleashing boundless pressure.
Ikkaku Madarame, closest to him, involuntarily gasped, feeling the immense weight of it.
"Damn it!" he hissed, the words forced out through gritted teeth as the pressure bore down on him, making speech difficult.
"Is this guy a monster? How did his strength increase so much in such a short time?"
"All Eleventh Division members, evacuate the barracks!"
Yumichika Ayasegawa, realizing the gravity of the situation, urgently began dispersing his squad. The battle was inevitable; minimizing damage was their only option.
Ikkaku Madarame, hoisting the groaning Renji Abarai onto his shoulder, used Shunpo to quickly retreat.
The Eleventh Division barracks were soon empty.
Roar! Kenpachi Zaraki extended his arm, his Zanpakutō pointed at Kyōraku Callum, a cruel smile twisting his lips.
"Come on, let's have a fun fight! I've been waiting for you!"
Kyōraku Callum's smile faded. His left hand pressed down on his Zanpakutō; a slight push of his thumb…
Click!
He remained silent, his resolve evident in his actions. A cold gleam flashed from between his thumb and forefinger, reflecting in everyone's eyes.
Golden spiritual pressure gathered around Kenpachi Zaraki, intensifying constantly. The very air seemed to tremble. Buildings shook, stones jumped on the ground, the atmosphere thrumming with rising power!
Kyōraku Callum, too, unleashed his spiritual pressure. After extensive training, he had complete control over its surge.
Dense, crimson spiritual pressure condensed around him, colliding with Kenpachi Zaraki's golden spiritual pressure, radiating oppressive force outwards.
"Haha!" Kenpachi Zaraki laughed wildly. "A worthy opponent!"
He swung Nozarashi, initiating the attack.
BOOM!
The moment their Zanpakutō clashed, a terrifying shockwave ripped outwards from the point of impact, instantly engulfing the entire Eleventh Division. Countless buildings crumbled, spiritual pressure wreaked havoc.
The buildings shook, stones jumped on the ground, the atmosphere thrumming with rising power! Kyōraku Callum, too, unleashed his spiritual pressure. After extensive training, he had complete control over its surge. Dense, crimson spiritual pressure condensed around him, colliding with Kenpachi Zaraki's golden spiritual pressure, radiating oppressive force outwards.
A frantic alarm blared throughout Seireitei. Divisions mobilized rapidly.
"Level One Alert! Two Captain-level spiritual pressures detected at the Eleventh Division barracks!"
Several Captains, sensing the danger, immediately used Shunpo to reach the Eleventh Division.
But the battle between Kyōraku Callum and Kenpachi Zaraki had only just begun.
Red and gold spiritual pressure intertwined and clashed on their blades, like living entities, biting and devouring each other.
The excitement in Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes intensified. He sensed that Kyōraku Callum was his equal!
While he fought to suppress his bloodlust, once engaged in battle, he couldn't contain it. When driven by instinct, battle became his life!
Rationality in battle was like a scabbard on a sword—how much could it cut? Only instinct led to victory!
His wild, uncontrolled strikes, like a frenzied berserker, rained down on Kyōraku Callum – swift as lightning, torrential as a storm!
Chaotic golden spiritual pressure filled the surrounding space.
"Is that all you've got?" Kenpachi Zaraki's voice grew increasingly arrogant as the battle progressed. "Too weak! Too weak!"
His powerful swings, like a heavy hammer, crashed against Kyōraku Callum's Zanpakutō, a thunderous roar echoing incessantly. This brutal, head-on clash was precisely what Kenpachi Zaraki craved.
Kyōraku Callum, unyielding, pressed forward, crimson spiritual pressure swirling around him like countless blood-red snakes, constantly gnawing at the encroaching golden spiritual pressure.
Iaijutsu! Kyōraku Callum lowered his stance, his Zanpakutō flashing back into its scabbard.
A brilliant flash of sword light, like a blood moon, erupted from his hand!
Caught off guard, Kenpachi Zaraki paused, then a cruel smile spread across his face.
"Ha! Now that's more like it!"
His powerful swing continued unabated, colliding directly with Kyōraku Callum's crimson sword light.
Splash!
Blood sprayed like a fountain, staining the surrounding dust.
"Your strikes are too slow," Kyōraku Callum said, his gaze piercing Kenpachi Zaraki's consciousness. The best way to deal with a beast was to tame it.
"The fight's just begun!" Kenpachi Zaraki, unfazed by his wounds, grew even more ferocious. The pain only fueled his aggression, making his movements even more violent.
But this chaotic fighting style couldn't harm Kyōraku Callum. Kenpachi Zaraki's strength was immense, but if he couldn't land a blow, it was meaningless. As his wounds increased, his excitement soared.
"This is fun! This is so fun!"
BOOM!
Another earth-shattering impact erupted from the clash of their Zanpakutō, causing the ground to sink for miles around.
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