Masatsuki Aozaki let out a maniacal laugh, his Reiatsu surging in waves, distorting the air around him.
On the other side, Kenpachi Kiganjō struck at the same time, swinging his massive Zanpakutō in a powerful slash. If one looked closely, they'd notice a thin, rock-like film covering the blade. He trusted his Zanpakutō, but he wasn't about to let it end up like his left hand.
Masatsuki Aozaki casually swung his sword, sending out countless flashes of blade light, effortlessly deflecting the incoming attacks.
Kenpachi Kiganjō's eyes narrowed.
Everyone watching was left stunned.
The captain of the 11th Division was attacking relentlessly, yet Masatsuki Aozaki blocked every strike with ease. His Third-Class Reiatsu showed no signs of instability.
He was a true captain-level combatant!
Kenpachi Kiganjō felt his composure slipping.
In that brief moment of distraction, Masatsuki Aozaki swung Banshō Senran at incredible speed.
A formless sword aura seemed to cut through the air itself.
The next instant, the white blade crashed into Kenpachi Kiganjō's chest.
The rock armor he was so proud of crumbled like paper as Banshō Senran pierced through, leaving a long, deep gash across his body.
Kenpachi Kiganjō panted heavily, yet his expression gradually steadied. The thin rock film rapidly regenerated, sealing the wound as he let out a cold chuckle.
"Heh... Heh heh heh! Masatsuki Aozaki, you really are something."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The relentless clash of blades echoed through the battlefield as their swords collided again and again. Yet, Kenpachi Kiganjō seemed to be getting stronger, meeting every strike head-on. With each impact, the ground beneath them split apart, cracks spreading like a web.
Grinning viciously, Kenpachi Kiganjō sneered as he deflected another incoming slash.
"Masatsuki Aozaki, you don't understand what it means to be a true Gotei 13 Captain."
"I fought my way from Rukongai to Seireitei, clawing my way to the top to become the captain of the 11th Division. Do you have any idea how many battles I've been through? Your little tricks won't work on me..."
"You arrogant brat, I'll show you what true captain-level power looks like!"
With a deafening roar, his Reiatsu exploded outward. He stomped down hard, his feet sinking into the earth, leaving two deep craters.
The ground beneath him groaned, trembling from the sheer force, cracks spreading outward as chunks of rock shattered and crumbled away.
"Bankai—Dōhan Tengan! (Reversed Path Heavenly Rock)!"
Kenpachi Kiganjō's Zanpakutō transformed into a massive rock blade, seemingly fusing with his right hand. A thick layer of stone encased his entire body, forming a monstrous, jagged armor.
In an instant, his Reiatsu surged more than fivefold.
So, this is his Bankai? Masatsuki Aozaki glanced around. Most of the Detention Unit members had already retreated.
Hearing Kenpachi Kiganjō's boasting, he couldn't help but find it amusing.
"The true strength of a captain? Do you even know the kind of captains I've fought? You've got a long way to go."
A small smile appeared on Masatsuki Aozaki's lips.
Kenpachi Kiganjō froze for a moment.
Seeing that confident smirk, an uneasy feeling crept over him. His instincts screamed at him, and he immediately pushed his spiritual perception to the limit—only for his face to twist in shock.
Masatsuki Aozaki gripped his Zanpakutō tightly, and his Reiatsu was still rising.
"Bankai..."
Ssssst!
The very air seemed to twist under an invisible force as blue lightning crackled around Masatsuki Aozaki's hands, coiling upward like a living storm.
Kenpachi Kiganjō instinctively looked up, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
If Masatsuki Aozaki had truly mastered Bankai... he might just break.
A lifetime of effort, overshadowed by a twenty-something-year-old kid?
Unacceptable.
His face turned pale.
A lightning-type Bankai...? Wait, lightning?
Wasn't his Zanpakutō a pure slashing-type?
"Hadō 88: Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō!" (Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon)
Masatsuki Aozaki shouted, unleashing a massive beam of light from his hand.
Bankai? Don't be ridiculous!
There was no way he could have mastered Bankai in such a short time.
Banshō Senran hadn't even fully materialized yet, let alone submitted, acknowledged him, or revealed her true name.
Kisuke Urahara hadn't developed the Tenshintai needed to force a Zanpakutō into materialization. The only way to achieve it was through long-term training—communing deeply with Banshō Senran through Jinzen.
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