Chapter 382: Praise the Brave
"Come on! Bring more!"
Kenpachi Zaraki roared, eyes blazing with a wild, bloodthirsty gleam.
"I’m getting fired up! Don’t disappoint me! Don’t you dare back down!!"
What a damn lunatic!
His words hit the Quincy like a blade, piercing straight into their pride—their arrogance, their contempt for the Shinigami.
Now they clenched their teeth, eyes burning with fury.
Since joining the Gotei 13, Kenpachi Zaraki had mostly cut down weak Hollows—at best, a Gillian.
Occasionally, he’d wander into Rukongai and hunt down some reckless drifters.
It was a bloody life, but for Kenpachi, it was exactly what he craved. He lived for the thrill of fighting strong opponents, that rush of teetering on the edge of life and death.
But in recent years, there had been fewer and fewer Menos breaking into Soul Society.
And sparring with fellow Shinigami? You could never really let loose.