Chapter 107: It’s Common Sense That Fast People Are Always Late
"I didn't think even the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society would be late... old man."
Masatsuki Aozaki collapsed onto his knees, trembling, his hands pressed against the ground, a smug grin on his face.
Blood dripped from every inch of his battered body, pooling beneath him in streaks of black and red.
Pain coursed through his entire being. Every muscle felt drained of strength, and the dizziness from excessive blood loss hit him in waves, lulling him toward unconsciousness.
Yet, despite it all, his pale face still held a teasing smile.
"You always talk about how no one in a thousand years could match you in swordsmanship, Hakuda, or Kido... but your Shunpo still needs work. Guess you'd better keep practicing."
This damned disciple...
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's eye twitched. As he scanned the scene, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he fell silent.
His gaze landed on the corpse of Kenpachi Kiganjō.
This brat...
A long stretch of silence followed before Yamamoto finally let out a gruff murmur.