Kyōraku Shunsui's gaze held a knowing, almost knowing smile. Unohana Retsu's eyelids flickered downwards almost imperceptibly, as if conceal
Kyōraku Shunsui's gaze held a knowing, almost knowing smile. Unohana Retsu's eyelids flickered downwards almost imperceptibly, as if concealing something.
Within the Kidō barrier, the moment Kyōraku Callum was engulfed by the pillar of golden spiritual pressure, he unleashed his own, a swirling crimson energy that enveloped and protected him.
"Come on, let's keep fighting! This is too much fun!"
Kenpachi Zaraki, freed from the restraint of his eyepatch, reached a new level of spiritual pressure.
Reborn, he was back at his peak. The blood spraying around him seemed irrelevant.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The constant clash of their Zanpakutō echoed within the Kidō barrier like a powerful symphony. Kyōraku Callum's expression shifted subtly.
Relying solely on kendo and spiritual pressure was starting to push his limits. His Shikai was stirring.
"I really want… I really want to use my full power!" A flicker of longing crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. Victory didn't require his full strength yet.
He needed to hold back for his later plans.
As Kenpachi Zaraki's excitement mounted, he changed his grip, shifting from a one-handed to a two-handed hold on Nozarashi.
Yamamoto-Genryūsai had once attempted to teach Kenpachi Zaraki kendo, hoping to curb his strength. Kenpachi Zaraki, true to form, only trained for a single day before abandoning it.
However, he did learn one technique: Kendo: Ryōdan! A technique utterly lacking in finesse.
Kenpachi Zaraki's golden spiritual pressure surged into Nozarashi.
Like a giant axe, it swung down at Kyōraku Callum, aiming to crush him with sheer spiritual pressure.
Kyōraku Callum's gaze was sharp, his sword intent swirling. He drew his sword, crimson spiritual pressure gathering on the blade, almost mimicking a Shikai release.
Kendo: Mugen no Ichi (Limitless Style)!
No fixed techniques. Only the understanding born from the concept of Limitless!
Nozarashi vs. Kyōraku Callum's Zanpakutō!
A chaotic maelstrom of crimson and gold spiritual pressure exploded! The immense power relentlessly battered the Kidō barrier.
Kyōraku Shunsui's face tightened; he stepped forward, pressing his hand against the Kidō barrier.
"The barrier's failing!"
The other Captains moved to support it, adding their spiritual pressure to prevent its collapse and further damage to Seireitei.
Within the barrier, the two spiritual pressures clashed like warring armies. Surprisingly, a different energy seemed to be flowing between them, subtly altering the course of the battle.
Unohana Retsu's eyes flickered; she seemed to recognize the unusual energy.
Having frequently sparred with Kyōraku Callum, she understood it better than most.
As Kyōraku Callum would say, it was the sword intent of Mugen (Limitless). Limitless: endless, encompassing all things. There might be deeper meanings, but Unohana Retsu felt her understanding was sufficient. Deeper levels were beyond her current reach.
"Will we see a victor soon?" Suì-Fēng asked, her voice tinged with tension.
Unohana Retsu looked at the Second Division Captain in surprise, then smiled. "If I'm not mistaken, once their spiritual pressure ceases to clash, the outcome will be clear."
Suì-Fēng's tone held a hint of relief. "That would be excellent. Maintaining this Kidō barrier is incredibly tiring. The Second Division has several urgent tasks demanding my attention."
Her last two sentences were clearly a thinly veiled excuse.
The Captains present were all seasoned veterans; they easily saw through Suì-Fēng's true feelings.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Kidō barrier continued to take a beating. Destruction was far easier than maintenance. Only the combined spiritual pressure of several Captains kept it from collapsing.
As time passed, the crimson and gold spiritual pressures began to wane, the storm subsiding as quickly as it had begun.
Under the intense gaze of the assembled Captains, the battle finally ended.
Crimson spiritual pressure dominated within the barrier.
Kyōraku Callum, aided by his Limitless sword intent, had clearly held the upper hand.
The scene within the barrier, however, was grim. Both Kyōraku Callum and Kenpachi Zaraki lay on the ground, battered and bleeding, their clothes in tatters. Blood flowed from their wounds, pooling around them.
The Kidō barrier dissipated, and the Captains rushed forward.
"Kid, feeling better now?" Kyōraku Shunsui asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice, glaring at Kyōraku Callum.
"Hey, what could I do? You know Kenpachi's temperament better than I do," Kyōraku Callum replied, showing no blame towards Kenpachi Zaraki.
Indeed, if he hadn't deliberately gone to the Eleventh Division, Kenpachi Zaraki and Yachiru Kusajishi, with their notoriously poor sense of direction, would likely never have crossed paths with him.
"Please, clear the area," Unohana Retsu said coldly. "The injured require immediate treatment."
"Kenpachi! Kenpachi!" Yachiru Kusajishi suddenly appeared beside Kenpachi Zaraki, her voice bright.
"Did you have fun this time?"
Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes flickered, glancing at Kyōraku Callum, who lay nearby on the ground. He mumbled almost inaudibly, "Oh! It was pretty interesting!"
He closed his eyes, ignoring his surroundings. The intense battle had taken a heavy toll. The post-battle sleep was as restorative as any afternoon nap—at least, that's what Kenpachi Zaraki believed.
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