Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Praise the Brave

"Come on! Bring more!"

Kenpachi Zaraki roared, eyes blazing with a wild, bloodthirsty gleam.

"I’m getting fired up! Don’t disappoint me! Don’t you dare back down!!"

What a damn lunatic!

His words hit the Quincy like a blade, piercing straight into their pride—their arrogance, their contempt for the Shinigami.

Now they clenched their teeth, eyes burning with fury.

Since joining the Gotei 13, Kenpachi Zaraki had mostly cut down weak Hollows—at best, a Gillian.

Occasionally, he’d wander into Rukongai and hunt down some reckless drifters.

It was a bloody life, but for Kenpachi, it was exactly what he craved. He lived for the thrill of fighting strong opponents, that rush of teetering on the edge of life and death.

But in recent years, there had been fewer and fewer Menos breaking into Soul Society.

And sparring with fellow Shinigami? You could never really let loose.

He was itching for a real fight.

...

Amid the hail of arrows, Mashiro Kuna charged like a wild stallion through the storm.

Clad in the Shihōin Clan’s metal armor, the barrage of Reishi arrows bounced off her like raindrops—barely enough to scratch an itch.

Nearby, three Quincy scrambled to raise their longswords, bracing for her assault.

But Mashiro’s fists crashed down like a raging storm.

In a blur of motion, the three were pulverized—flesh torn apart, bodies left a mangled mess.

The surrounding Quincy stared in horror, then roared in fury:

"Everyone, attack together! Kill them!"

Suddenly, a flash of cold steel tore through the air.

A dozen Quincy were run clean through by a blade stretching dozens of meters.

With a light flick, the blade swept across—bisecting their bodies and spraying blood in every direction.

Through it all, Gin Ichimaru stood with his usual calm expression.

Then, from beneath him, a wave of cold surged upward.

Several Quincy nearby let out piercing screams before being flash-frozen into a grotesque, conjoined ice sculpture.

Not far away, a young white-haired boy stood in silence.

"The Shinigami are sending kids to the battlefield now? What are you all waiting for—keep firing!"

One Quincy shouted the order without hesitation.

Arrows rained down again, but the white-haired boy gripped the chain at the end of his blade tightly in both hands.

With a powerful swing, the sword spun rapidly, condensing a massive, circular wall of ice before him.

It formed just in time, blocking the full barrage.

"So the stuff Masatsuki taught actually comes in handy,"

Tōshirō Hitsugaya muttered with a smirk.

Then, with biting sarcasm, he added:

"But I thought proud Quincy didn’t do sneak attacks?"

"Bastard!"

The Quincies were enraged by his mocking tone.

They raised their Reishi sabers and surged forward, charging straight at Hitsugaya.

At that moment, Ryuuseki and Izumo led the Seated Officers and foot soldiers in a swift counter-encirclement.

"Lieutenant Hitsugaya, look out!"

Ryuuseki shouted, cleaving downward with his blade, slicing a Quincy’s head nearly in half.

Izumo was just as fierce, throwing himself into the fray and cutting down enemies with precision.

One Quincy raised a metal round shield glowing with blue Reishi to block.

But Izumo’s swordsmanship was ruthless. With a twist of the wrist, he swept his blade across the shield, knocking it aside.

In the same motion, he carved a deep gash into the Quincy’s arm—then spun and slit his throat.

Without pause, he continued slashing through the enemies around him.

The 11th Division knew their mission: eliminate every Quincy.

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