War!
The clash of blades against claws!
The collision of Ceros and Kido spells!
Endless smoke and dust filled the skies.
Standing amidst the battlefield like a god of slaughter, Kiganjō Kenpachi unleashed the overwhelming power within his body without restraint.
"Why? Why don't our attacks work?! "
Countless Adjuchas-level Hollows stared at the Soul Reaper before them, dying without ever understanding why their claws—so sharp and deadly—could not pierce his flesh.
"Because of spiritual pressure…"
From a distance, the Vasto Lorde calmly watched Kiganjō Kenpachi's rampage, already understanding the truth.
The man's entire body was wrapped in an armor of impossibly dense spiritual pressure, blocking every Hollow strike with ease.
"But in the end, he's still just a Soul Reaper…"
The Vasto Lorde's eyes glimmered with disdain. He admitted the man was strong—but compared to himself? Nowhere near. At least, that's what he believed.
"Soul Reaper… come entertain me."
With a casual sweep of his hand, the Vasto Lorde shredded several Gillians in his path, then stepped before Kiganjō Kenpachi.
"What the hell? You're killing your own kind? "
Kenpachi frowned at the ominous Hollow radiating killing intent.
"My kind? Don't make me laugh! "
"I have only one companion—the great King of Hueco Mundo, Baraggan Louisenbairn! "
"Be honored, Soul Reaper. Before you stands the strongest Hollow in Hueco Mundo… second only to His Majesty Baraggan himself! "
The Vasto Lorde unleashed his spiritual pressure. Under its crushing weight, he seemed like a demon god rising from the abyss.
"Oh?"
"Then I should apologize… I'm nothing special either—just the captain of the Eleventh Division."
Kenpachi smirked humbly—then swung his blade.
Slash!
Crimson splattered the sky.
The Vasto Lorde licked the blood from his hand and sneered.
"I'm not like those trash fish, Soul Reaper… trash fish! "
Thud…
Kenpachi dropped to one knee, blood pouring from a handprint carved into his abdomen.
"Captain!"
Seeing their leader injured, the Eleventh Division panicked.
"Hmph! Die here—disgraced in front of your subordinates! "
The Vasto Lorde turned, his gaze sweeping over the frightened Soul Reapers, then focused on Kenpachi.
"Hahahaha…"
To his surprise, Kenpachi laughed—loud, wild, and ecstatic.
"What the hell is so funny?! "
"You… Hollow, you're amazing. I didn't expect Hueco Mundo to have someone like you. This… makes me so damn happy! "
Kenpachi grinned like a beast finally unleashed.
"Listen up! Stop worrying! Your captain… is thrilled! "
He stood, lifting his Zanpakutō high.
"Born to slaughter omens, honoring darkness and bidding farewell to decay—Feast, Corridor of Gluttony! "
ROAR!
The battlefield turned black as night. Kenpachi's blade warped into thirty grotesque creatures, each the size of a grizzly bear—white, spherical bodies without eyes, noses, ears, or limbs—only gaping maws lined with jagged teeth!
"What… what are those things?! "
Even the battle-hardened Vasto Lorde felt his skin crawl.
"Devour them all! "
Kenpachi waved his hand.
ROAR!
The creatures lunged, ripping into the Hollows.
"What the hell?! They won't die! "
An Adjuchas tried cutting one down—only to have his claw bitten clean off.
"You bastard… what did you do?! "
For the first time, a Hollow tasted despair as its own kind was hunted.
Kenpachi grinned.
"I didn't want to use this… it's my Zanpakutō's Shikai. Doesn't quite match my style, does it? "
"Are you mocking me?! DIE! "
The Vasto Lorde lunged—but before his strike could land, four of the summoned beasts clamped down on his limbs, pinning him in place.
"Why?!"
He couldn't comprehend it. Four creatures… holding him still? Impossible!
"Sorry… I can't fully control them. They attack anything with killing intent toward me. That's why I rarely release them."
Kenpachi raised his blade high—then brought it down.
Slash!
Blood sprayed across the battlefield.
"Lord Baraggan…"
The Vasto Lorde collapsed, whispering his king's name one last time as darkness consumed him.
"Wipe them out—every last one! "
Kenpachi roared.
"YEAH!"
"Kill them all! "
The Eleventh Division charged, morale surging like wildfire.
"Run! The general is dead—we're done for! "
Panic gripped the Adjuchas as they fled.
"This is the Eleventh Division's victory. This is the victory of the Soul Reapers! "
Kenpachi watched the retreating Hollows with a satisfied grin.