Chapter 363: The Battle of Kenpachi, Zaraki vs. Azashiro
"Hey, is this fate? By the way, can you beat Zaraki Kenpachi now?"
Urazakuro’s figure suddenly manifested beside Kenpachi Azashiro. Yet strangely, only he could perceive her presence—only he could hear her voice, tinged with that ever-familiar mocking tone.
The ghostly woman sneered, tilting her head. "If you follow the legacy of Kenpachi, it’s simple. The newcomer defeats the predecessor and inherits the name. You’re the Eighth Kenpachi. Zaraki is the Eleventh. By logic alone... he must be stronger!"
Her tone was smug, relentless. "Even if you took that recovery serum from that weirdo in Twelfth Division before you left the Seireitei and healed your wounds from that last fight... Reiatsu doesn’t come back so easily, does it? Will you suffer two defeats in one day?"
Kenpachi Azashiro remained silent. He allowed her to speak freely, letting her words echo without resistance.
But indeed, his wounds had already healed.
Across the long annals of Soul Society’s history, there had been few minds as brilliant as Urahara Kisuke’s. Even during his long incarceration, Kenpachi Azashiro had paid attention to the names that rose within Seireitei. After Urahara’s exile, his successor—Kurotsuchi Mayuri—though pathetic in direct combat, possessed a genius intellect worthy of recognition.
Before departing the Seireitei, Kenpachi Azashiro had quietly infiltrated the Twelfth Division’s facilities and obtained one of their most advanced healing concoctions. At the time, he’d taken it as a precaution. But after his clash with Mazuru, it had proven essential.
Zaraki Kenpachi, of course, knew none of this.
The moment his eyes locked with the arriving Kenpachi Azashiro, his blood surged.
Pointing his blade forward, Zaraki grinned wildly. "Since you’re also a Kenpachi... Let’s fight like one!"
The air trembled with his unrestrained fighting spirit.