Bleach: The Captain of the Fifth Division Becomes Stronger Through Training

The so-called duel itself should be interesting like this!

"Eight thousand flow!"

Just now it was just persuasion.

Now it has turned into a tone that is close to scolding.

Just the moment he heard this call, the deputy captain of the 11th Division already understood that there was no way he could persuade this guy to come back.

At this moment, he no longer said anything, but jumped down lightly, constantly borrowing strength and bouncing on the surrounding ruins.

Until they came to a towering terrain.

The little pink-haired girl squatted down, her expression at this moment extremely serious.

"Ken-chan, there's something wrong with this guy's spiritual pressure."

"I see!"

No, not at all.

Zaraki Kenpachi excitedly waved his Zanpakutō, the expression on his face overflowing with excitement.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

If there is a low moan coming from the body that seems to be nothing.

At the same time, Kurosaki Ichigo stood up completely.

On the chest...

The wound that was originally fatal was now covered by milky white fluid that was constantly spurting out.

Just like skin with quick-drying and firm properties.

Not long after, Kurosaki Ichigo's upper body was completely covered with this dazzling snow-white color.

Face.

It has also completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a strange red and white mask with diagonal stripes.

Just one look at it gives people a strong feeling of 'inhuman'.

It can be said that in terms of appearance, it highlights an unusual sense of threat.

But this kind of thing obviously has no meaning to Zaraki Kenpachi.

He laughed and rushed forward without any extra preparation or posture... just after a simple visual inspection of the distance.

It was chopped down head and head!

"Things that pretend to be gods and ghosts!"

The demon-like attack was coming in an instant, but at this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo just calmly raised his right hand.

Sweep Zangetsu upwards as he returned to his original state.

Keng! ! !

The two iron tools bit together viciously, and the sparks that burst out were like stars shining, just for a moment.

The winner has already been decided.

Kenpachi Zaraki, who was known for his strength and had never seemed to be at a disadvantage in this regard, was actually swept away!

"...?!!!"

The parties involved seemed to be unable to accept the current situation, so that their expressions became extremely shocked.

Don't wait for a reaction.

Kurosaki Ichigo, who rushed forward in silence, suddenly grabbed Kenpachi's left foot.

"roar!!!"

With a roar, Kurosaki Ichigo slammed Zaraki Kenpachi to the ground like a rag.

bump! ! !

Amidst the loud noise that seemed to turn the world upside down, Kurosaki Ichigo let go and turned half sideways.

Jet-black spiritual pressure emerged from the whole body, all wrapped around his right hand... Then, a stream of red light like lightning began to crackle and flash.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

The air was sucked in, concentrating the spiritual pressure, mixing it, and finally swung it out with the action of swinging the Zanpakutō.

Crescent moon clashes in the sky!

Compared to the energy mass dominated by the Quincy's spiritual pressure, this method of attack is more violent and terrifying.

Because the explosive spiritual pressure that bursts out will not disappear as it disperses, but will penetrate into the ground of Seireitei like poison that penetrates the skin.

The poison of emptiness.

The tendency to spread like a virus has eroded the already skewed and twisted earth and riddled it with holes.

However, the attack did not end.

There are no clear restrictions on the use of Crescent Moon Chong - after all, it is just a simple and refined use of spiritual power.

Therefore.

Kurosaki Ichigo was silent at this moment and kept waving the Zangetsu in his hand.

One after another, the crescent moon rushed into the sky, and the jet-black light stream flickered, surged, and shattered, as if it was going to destroy everything around it. It was terrifying!

The continuously ravaged earth screamed, and not only traces of spirit transformation appeared everywhere, but even the surrounding buildings began to show a tendency to collapse.

The torrent of spiritual pressure, the manifestation of power.

The thick, monster-like aura spread out in an instant, causing almost all the captain-level figures within the Seireitei to realize that something was wrong.

Is this a travel disaster?

No.

It's no longer to that extent.

This is the breath of emptiness...

Yachiliu, who witnessed everything from a distance, did not take any action, but could not help showing a worried expression at this moment.

"Sword-chan..."

Earlier, he realized that he could not be a help, and stayed away from the scene at the urging of Kurosaki Ichigo.

At this moment, he couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him with a stunned expression.

He does not have the ability to perceive fine spiritual power, and naturally cannot identify the opponent's position through this method at this moment.

but.

What's the point of 'pretending not to see' when something more obvious is right in front of you?

The road we came on has become a blur of buildings, city walls, and paved roads.

Everything was completely defeated and crushed.

The spirit son returned to purple, dancing wildly in the air like a swarm of fireflies.

"Did...that guy Ichigo do this?"

Although he is talking to himself.

But in more sense, it seems more like a certain description.

After all, apart from this, Shiba Ganju couldn't imagine any other situation.

"That guy..."

There are many things I want to say.

But how urgent the current situation is, even without emphasizing it, Shiba Ganju can understand it.

He has already paid so much, and it would be too unmanly to look back...

So he can only put saving people as the first goal!

"You have to survive! You guys!"

Shiba Ganju shouted to himself and continued to move towards the target tower!

And on the other side.

In this almost one-sided pouring, it seemed that everything was about to end.

A big hand suddenly stretched out from the thick fog.

Bang!

The charred arm, connected to the torn clothes, firmly grasped Ichigo Kurosaki's head in the palm of his hand,

Following closely.

It was Kenpachi Zaraki's severely burned face, which was now filled with ecstasy.

"You are quite capable!!!"

I thought it was just a boring crusade.

But if the opponent is so strong, it will be a completely different matter.

"Why didn't you say you were so good at fighting earlier? That way, we can have more fun!"

The eye mask covering his face fell off with laughter, and there was a fine mouth on it, which was a small microorganism used to devour spiritual pressure.

The means used by Kenpachi Zaraki to suppress his killing intent and strength were released at this moment.

He fixed Ichigo Kurosaki's head with his left hand, and swung the Zanpakutō in his right hand, like an execution, and immediately cut open the opponent's chest.

Blood splattered and gushed out.

It splashed on Kenpachi Zaraki's face, making his hideous face even more terrifying.

But the expected scream did not come.

The cut flesh and blood squirmed like maggots, and after a pause of just one breath, it quickly attached and stuck back.

"?!"

Super-fast regeneration?

All these meaningless tricks!

With his right hand turned, Kenpachi Zaraki swung upwards with a golden aura.

He almost cut his opponent's head in half, but he dodged it by turning sideways, and instead cut half of his body.

Under such a deep injury that could be seen to the bone, Ichigo Kurosaki seemed to be unaffected, and directly stretched out his hand and grabbed Kenpachi Zaraki's neck.

Both parties seemed to have reached a consensus in an instant, and at this moment they let out an inhuman roar.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

It was like two wild beasts biting, entangled, and fighting!

There was no means of defense at all, and the Zanpakuto of both sides fell fiercely, leaving terrible wounds on the opponent's body.

The figures of the two people tumbled in the air and fell, stirring up the entire ruins again.

The golden and black-red spiritual pressure intertwined together without distinction, but could not render each other's colors at all, but continued to collide and hedge against each other!

Such a reckless move was as exaggerated as if he was going to destroy the entire Soul Society.

"Gahhahaha! Great! Hey! Your name is Ichigo Kurosaki, right?!"

An opponent who could fight with him to this point.

Worth remembering.

Continuously colliding and killing each other, the fight became more and more intense in the end.

The size of the two sides was completely disproportionate.

But even so, the boy still took the initiative to close the distance.

After enduring a slash that could kill an ordinary person, Ichigo Kurosaki came to the front and came to the closest distance.

As if he knew what the other party was thinking, Kenpachi Zaraki's smile became cruel and complacent.

"Are you going to use the same thing again?"

A concentrated slash of spiritual pressure.

Although it was indeed quite painful, if he wanted to completely defeat himself...

This was just a thing, it was not enough.

Thinking that if he got close enough, he could hurt Kenpachi Zaraki with this thing? What a naive judgment.

"I'm almost getting used to it."

In order to enjoy the fun of fighting.

Every time I forcefully suppress my instincts and make my strength equal to others, I can barely feel a little pleasure.

Over time.

The body is like a rusted machine, and it will eventually become dull and jerky.

But this is not an irreversible process after all. Under uninterrupted stimulation, in this urgent life and death situation.

Instinct will lead the body to wake up, and stretch its fangs step by step.

"If it takes a little longer..."

In the distance, Yachiryu half-crouched and stared at the two people in the distance.

"It's the victory of Jianchan."

However, as soon as the voice fell, almost in the next moment.

Ichigo Kurosaki opened his mouth.

Click.

The spirit in the air was violently grabbed and taken away.

The black and red light stream flashed in the air like thunder, constantly wandering and shaking. Until a pitch-black sphere condensed in front of the mouth.

This is the essence that occupies the other half of Ichigo Kurosaki's soul and controls different powers.

The tactics designed by Arima Shizuya are quite simple and plain.

Relying on the recovery ability of the Hollow to fill and recover the fatal injuries, and then use the unskilled Getsuga Tensho to paralyze the opponent.

'After all, the Quincy is better at using high-precision spiritual pressure. '

As for himself?

Of course, he had to take out his best weapon to win the game.

This was his trump card.

A flash of light.

A great sense of crisis suddenly came over him, causing Kenpachi Zaraki to change his expression.

Although he didn't understand what this method was, his intuition told him.

He couldn't stop this thing now.

He had to dodge it - but Ichigo Kurosaki's left hand had already grabbed his shoulder, like a steel clamp, so firm that it made his scalp numb.

Kenpachi Zaraki understood at this moment.

"You bastard..."

Before he finished speaking.

Amid a buzzing sound that seemed to tear apart the entire space, a black-red beam of light pierced through Kenpachi Zaraki's chest.

Like a comet streaking across the sky, it displayed unparalleled light and heat.

The blood had already solidified and dried before it gushed out.

The wound was burned by the high heat... and instantly lost its function.

His physical condition was critical, even Kenpachi Zaraki could only face a blurred consciousness at this moment.

"..."

He couldn't say a word.

He loosened his right hand that was holding the opponent's neck, and the limp captain of the 11th Division fell from the sky and landed on the ground with a bang.

Standing in the sky, Kurosaki Ichigo, who was almost completely emptied, did not continue to pursue.

He just raised his right hand in silence - and then, among the smoke-filled ruins, Zangetsu broke through the air and returned to his hand.

He could have pursued the victory, but at this moment he just turned around and left.

Kurosaki Ichigo's figure flashed a black and red streak, depicting a strange scene that was rarely seen in a thousand years above the Soul Society.

Among the ruins.

Yachiru's figure flashed forward.

She picked and chose for a while, and finally saw Kenpachi Zaraki, who was dying and his body had turned charcoal-like.

Half squatting down, there was no reluctance or distress for the defeat of her captain.

The pink-haired little girl showed an extremely cheerful smile.

"I lost, Ken-chan."

"..."

"Can you use this experience as a reference?"

"..."

"Ah, it seems that I have to go to the Fourth Division this time!"

"..."

I didn't even have the strength to speak.

But even so.

My right hand was still able to raise the blade in my hand above my head with my own perseverance.

Failure is impressive, but it is definitely not a reason to give up.

It's even the opposite.

The long-lost blood finally began to boil again.

I'm looking forward to it... When will the next fight be?

The battle seemed to be over.

But Ichigo Kurosaki, who left, didn't actually walk far.

He only ran two blocks away, and the milky white body that lingered around him dissipated with the air like snowflakes.

Ichigo Kurosaki, who was exhausted, could not even take two steps. He did not even have the strength to breathe. He fell to the ground directly...

He fainted.

After a few breaths, a figure flashed on the street, and a small black figure landed beside him.

It was Yoruichi Shifengyuan who turned into a cat.

"Really..."

"You can even defeat that Kenpachi Zaraki."

"Even I don't know what to say to you."

He was told to run away when he met a captain-level figure, but in the end he still fell into such a situation.

It can only be said that plans cannot keep up with changes.

And compared to these things, Yoruichi is more concerned about other things now.

The power just now.

It must be hollow.

It seems that the "accident" decades ago still has a far-reaching impact until now.

At the same time, what confuses Yoruichi even more is...

Why can she feel the breath of Shizuya Arima on Ichigo Kurosaki?

Although she was a witness to the present, Yoruichi didn’t have the research consciousness of Urahara, so it was difficult to connect these things.

I couldn’t find the answer.

But now that things have come to this, we should transfer Kurosaki Ichigo away first and let him recover faster.

‘You can only exert this level of power when you have mastered the state of Shikai.’

‘What if you can go one step further.’

‘If you can master Bankai…’

Maybe.

This kid, is it really possible for him to defeat a captain-level figure head-on?