Chapter 349: Mazuru and Kenpachi Azashiro
In the vast desert of Hueco Mundo.
A figure cloaked in a captain’s haori stood motionless, his presence a stark contrast to the emptiness around him.
His eyes swept across the endless expanse of white sand and swirling dust. A frown tugged at his brows.
"Truly... what a disgusting world." Kenpachi Azashiro muttered with disdain.
A snide voice echoed beside him, laced with mockery and amusement.
"Wow, you actually hate something? That’s shocking. Did this world offend you somehow? Maybe it mocked your haircut? Or was it one of those pesky hollows that hurt your feelings, and now you can’t help but want to wipe them all out?"
The voice belonged to Urozakuro, the spirit of Azashiro’s Zanpakutō—an unpredictable and maddening presence that rarely stopped talking.
Azashiro cast her a sideways glance, his irritation barely concealed. "Shut up."
"Oho? Someone’s grumpy." she teased, placing a hand over her mouth theatrically. "You’re really funny when you’re angry!"
Azashiro’s reiatsu flared ever so slightly, a silent warning.
Not wanting to trigger a beating, Urozakuro quickly mimed zipping her lips shut, giving a smug smile. But her silence didn’t last long—as always.
"So, are you really sure you can find her?" she asked, this time without mockery.