"Look at that…"
"That's what you get for ignoring my warnings and charging in recklessly. A beast is just a beast—strong but brainless. Pathetic…"
Despite being comrades and fellow Gotei captains, Mayuri didn't pity Kenpachi's mangled arm. Instead, he laughed gleefully, openly gloating in front of his subordinates.
His words sent a chill through the Twelfth Division. Everyone stepped back, trembling, horrified that their captain could laugh so heartily at a comrade's injury.
Was Captain Mayuri truly unhinged?
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Eleventh Division Barracks
With Kenpachi's arm severed, the lively atmosphere vanished, replaced by dead silence.
"What's going on?!"
"How did my arm just break like that? What did that sneaky bastard do?!"
Kenpachi's brows knitted tightly, his fury palpable.
He feared neither death nor injury, but that didn't mean he'd accept such a baffling outcome. At least let him understand how his arm was broken!
"Was he hiding under that cloak just for this moment? What a schemer!" Yumichika Ayasegawa shuddered.
The Soul King's Left Hand was a cunning old fox—and it succeeded, which was infuriating!
"His ability isn't like the poison guy's, is it? Anyone who gets close gets injured automatically? That's too broken!" Ikkaku sweated profusely.
In the video, Kenpachi's severed arm bled profusely, the pool of blood on the ground hinting at the excruciating pain he endured.
Yumichika's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "Look! The spot where his Zanpakutō hit is swelling up!"
As blood sprayed like fireworks from the wound, the black cloak seemed to inflate, expanding visibly!
"Hm? Is it growing?"
Beneath his sunflower mask, Mayuri's excitement peaked, flashing a toothy grin.
He began to suspect the cloaked figure might not be human at all!
"Its head's getting bigger. That's unsettling…" Kenpachi shook off his severed arm, ignoring the need to bandage it, and stared intently at the creature.
Unlike the audience with their omniscient view, the future Kenpachi had no idea he was facing the Soul King's Left Hand. Everything was shrouded in uncertainty and fear.
Then—
As the cloak swelled to its limit, it exploded!
Boom!
Blood mixed with countless nerve-like tendrils spread outward amidst the shredded fabric.
With the cloak gone, the Soul King's Left Hand's true form was revealed under the sunlight—a massive, wrinkled hand in a gripping posture, with two rolling eyeballs in its palm!
The entire Bleach world gasped in unison: "What the hell?!"
At the Urahara Shop, Isshin swallowed hard, his widened eyes filled with disbelief. "It's… real?! This aged arm… is actually the Soul King's Left Hand?!"
His voice trembled.
Despite the Shiba clan's decline, their centuries-old legacy made Isshin well-versed in lore. Yet, records about the Soul King were nearly blank. He'd dismissed them as mere legends—until seeing the Soul King's Palace and Kirinji's appearance recently.
Even then, he thought the Soul King was a symbolic figure.
But now, not only was the legend true, the Soul King's Left Hand was acting independently as a Pure Quincy!
Even seeing it with his own eyes, Isshin struggled to believe it.
"The Soul King's Left Hand… betrayed? Why is it with the Quincies?" Urahara's eyes darted, deep in thought.
Compared to Isshin, he knew more about the Soul King, the linchpin of the three realms' stability, protected by the Zero Division for over two millennia.
So how did the Soul King's Left Hand end up in the Human World? Was Isshin's joke about dismemberment true?
Urahara's scalp tingled, and he dared not dwell further.
Meanwhile, the video showed new developments.
"Haha… hahahaha!"
Kenpachi's beastly laughter shattered the floating cloak fragments. Raising his remaining arm, his excited gaze locked onto the Soul King's Left Hand like prey waiting to be slaughtered.
The King of Flat Slashes roared, "This is too good!"
"Not long ago, I slashed through lava, frost, and even a meteor!"
"I thought those were the weirdest things I'd ever cut!"
"But now…"
His body trembled with excitement, baring his fangs like a tiger ready to pounce!
"No way! Down to one arm, and Captain Zaraki still wants to cut the Soul King's Left Hand?!" Ikkaku panicked, knowing his captain's tendency to forget pain once the scars formed.
Yumichika's eyes twitched. If Kenpachi lost his other arm, he'd be crippled!
Sure enough, as their voices faded, Kenpachi roared, raising his single arm and charging with his Zanpakutō!
The Eleventh Division closed their eyes in despair. Even Yachiru, usually silent, grew angry. "Stupid Kenny! You could've observed longer to find its weakness!"
"Why so stubborn? You deserve to end up disabled!"
Huffing, the little girl turned away, too scared to watch another bloody scene.
But just as despair peaked—
"Idiot!"
"I knew you'd rush in recklessly again. A brainless brute like you should just lie down and let me handle this!"
In a flash, Mayuri glided behind Kenpachi like a ghost. Raising his arm, he drew his Zanpakutō from his waistband.
Then, under the shocked gazes of the Bleach world, he stabbed Kenpachi in the back!
"What?!"
The Gotei 13 erupted.
Seeing Kenpachi's stiffening body and Mayuri's smug grin, one thought rang out:
"Backstabbing an ally?!"
"Captain Mayuri… a traitor?!"
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