Chapter 350: Mazuru and Kenpachi Azashiro (2)
In the golden light of Hueco Mundo’s barren sun, the sands stretched endlessly, dunes sloping like waves frozen in time. On the crest of one such dune, two powerful figures stood face to face, separated by silence thick with spiritual pressure.
"Looking at your outfit, it seems you’re a shinigami." Mazuru said, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.
His eyes scanned the figure before him—a tall, broad man clad in a tattered captain’s haori, it’s back stitched with the number eleven.
"The outer garment... it’s a captain’s haori. And the number on it is eleven."
"That means you were once the captain of the Eleventh Division."
Mazuru’s expression didn’t shift, but his tone grew slightly more intrigued. "Tell me—what generation of Kenpachi are you?"
Unlike most, he didn’t question the man’s legitimacy based on appearances alone. He didn’t scoff or dismiss the claim, as Omaeda Marechiyo had done when first confronted by the mysterious figure. Instead, Mazuru simply accepted it—as though he recognized the weight of the man’s reiatsu and the truth behind the title.
"You don’t seem to doubt that I was once the captain of the Eleventh Division." the man said, raising an eyebrow. His voice was deep and rough, but there was a certain grounded calmness in it.
Kenpachi Azashiro—the name whispered through the darkest corners of the Soul Society like a ghost story no one dared to verify. A Kenpachi forgotten by history, sealed away, erased.
Mazuru gazed at him quietly. The air between them shimmered with tension, two titanic forces measuring each other.
"I don’t need to doubt." Mazuru replied. "If it were someone else pretending to be a captain, I might raise suspicion. But you—"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I can feel the power sealed inside your body. And power never lies."