"Hahahaha, yes, that's exactly the feeling!"
Feeling the surging spiritual pressure around Ito Makoto, Zaraki Kenpachi grinned and burst into wild laughter, then swung his sword and charged forward.
His attacks were still chaotic and unrestrained, yet every strike carried the power to cleave gods and demons.
With the temporary boost of thirty percent of his main body's Reiatsu, Ito Makoto barely managed to fight one-handed Zaraki Kenpachi, who had not yet removed his eyepatch, to a standstill.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
"Hahahaha!"
Kenpachi laughed wildly as he continued swinging.
Ito Makoto focused his spiritual energy and pushed Shunpo to its limit. At last, he found an opening.
Seizing the instant when Kenpachi's sword swung wide, Ito Makoto slashed at his shoulder.
Annihilation God, carrying vibrating force, struck cleanly.
Yet Kenpachi merely shrugged, shaking off the blade.
Blood sprayed from his shoulder, but he ignored it completely.
Instead, he sneered and drove his sword backward through Ito Makoto's chest.
"Pfft!"
The blade pierced straight through.
Ito Makoto spat out a mouthful of stale blood.
"Damn it! This isn't sparring anymore! He's trying to kill me!"
Roaring, Ito Makoto grabbed Kenpachi's sword arm with his left hand, gripping both the wrist and the Asauchi embedded in his chest.
"Annihilation God, Style Two, Rift Ban!"
Enduring the pain, he traced a circle with his right hand.
Dense black mist surged from the blade.
This time, empowered by Captain-level Reiatsu, the mist did not form one circle.
It split into three.
Three interlocking black rings rushed toward Kenpachi's chest.
Bang!
The triple Rift Ban slammed into him.
His chest collapsed inward.
The shockwave shattered doors and windows within several hundred meters.
Even the specially reinforced bluestone floor of the Training Grounds was reduced to rubble.
Yachiru, startled, ran far away.
Pfft!
Kenpachi spat blood and was hurled backward.
The entire Training Grounds was torn apart.
Dust and smoke filled the air.
"Hahaha… interesting… now this is interesting!"
Kenpachi rose amid the ruins, laughing wildly.
The fatal blow seemed to mean nothing.
His collapsed chest had already healed.
Then he reached up and tore off his eyepatch.
Beneath it was a sealed mouth, devouring his Reiatsu.
The moment it was removed, terrifying spiritual pressure erupted.
With a casual wave of his sword, golden blade pressure split a hundred-meter-tall building outside the Training Grounds in half.
Ito Makoto froze.
After so many battles, this was the first time he had ever forced Kenpachi to remove his eyepatch.
"Only the main body could fight him now…"
He couldn't help thinking:
"How did Ichigo defeat this monster with just Shikai?"
Taking a deep breath, Ito Makoto compressed the wound on his chest with Reiatsu, temporarily sealing it.
He used Shunpo to keep his distance.
At the same time, he began chanting.
"The mask of blood and flesh, all things, bearer of the name of man…"
"Bakudo Number Sixty-One, Rikujokoro!"
Six pillars of white light descended, binding Kenpachi.
"Tch. Parlor tricks."
Kenpachi roared and pushed outward.
Crash!
Rikujokoro shattered instantly.
"What the hell?!"
Ito Makoto's eyes nearly popped out.
A fully incanted Rikujokoro at Captain level… shattered by brute force.
Kenpachi raised his sword again.
The slash looked simple.
Yet it carried mountain-shattering power.
Ito Makoto braced himself.
"Annihilation God, Three—"
Suddenly, Kenpachi stopped.
"Forget it."
"If I cut you with this, you'll die."
"Boring."
Ito Makoto finally exhaled.
He had no confidence in surviving that strike.
His Reiatsu dropped back to Vice-Captain level.
At the same time, Yekawa's main body surged in Hueco Mundo.
After the battle, Ito Makoto immediately used Kidō to stop the bleeding.
He wrapped the wound with prepared bandages.
Only then did he release the Reiatsu compressing his muscles.
Fresh blood soaked the gauze.
Why was he so skilled?
Because he had no choice.
Every fight with Ikkaku or Kenpachi ended in injury.
Without Speed Regeneration, he had learned medical Kidō by force.
With his current skill, he could probably join the Fourth Division.
Ignoring the pain, he looked at Kenpachi.
"Captain, do you want me to treat your wounds?"
"Minor injuries. No need."
Kenpachi snorted and turned away.
Yachiru jumped onto his shoulder.
"Little Ito, thank you!"
"Ken-chan hasn't had this much fun in ages!"
"Oh, right, the Training Grounds is broken again."
"You'll have to apply for repair funds."
"Good luck, Little Ito!"
Ito Makoto's face stiffened.
"Me… again?"
He recalled Sasakibe's disgusted expression and sighed.
After walking a few steps, Kenpachi staggered.
His vision blurred.
Blood soaked the ground.
He turned back.
"I've changed my mind."
"You should treat me."
Ito Makoto: …
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