Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

"So, is there really someone who deliberately seals their own power in order to be able to fight with one person all the time?" Mugenwai, Tsukishima asked with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Aren't you also the ninth Kenpachi? So, you have this idea too?”

Hong Jiang was expressionless: "I don't have the idea of ​​asking for trouble. Besides, I prefer quarreling to fighting."

You're quite weird..., Tsukishima complained secretly in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, a strange feeling suddenly hit his heart.

It was as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff, and if I took another step forward, I would fall into a bottomless abyss.

He wanted to retreat, but his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he could only stand alone and hopelessly on the edge of the cliff.

"You, do you feel it?"

Hong Jiang nodded, "I didn't expect that there would be a weak impact through this door."

Seeing Tsukishima's pale face, Hong Jiang released his spiritual pressure and gently wrapped Tsukishima behind him. The other person's complexion suddenly improved.

"Many, thank you."

"I still need you. If I really need you then, don't do any little tricks and just think of it as repaying me."

Tsukishima returned the smile, not sure whether he agreed or not, but Hongjiang didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Being able to penetrate the Wujian Gate has a certain impact on Tsukishima. This must be Sister Hua's swastika. Since this method has been used, I think there will be results soon.

Separated by a door, the entire Wujian seemed to have turned into a world of blood. Although Zaraki still didn't know what the purpose of the liquid that seemed to cover the entire space was, and it didn't bring him any substantial harm, he did feel something in his heart. A feeling of being in danger.

But this feeling seemed to stimulate Zaraki instead. He laughed happily, and the blade of the blade swept a wave of blood on the ground, rushing towards the Unohana at the end.

Mao Zhihua also had a look of joy on her face, and she swung out everything in her hand, as if she was splashing ink, leaving a trail of blood.

Zaraki slashed down directly, cutting the incoming bloodstain into two halves, and then collided with Unohana's blade.

Although there was no difference this time, the two of them did not keep too far away from each other, only one or two steps away at most. After adjusting their posture, they immediately slashed at each other.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the blades colliding could be heard endlessly. Saraki, who had experienced more than many lives and deaths, seemed to be no different from Unohana at this moment.

Neither of them could hurt the other, but every time they attacked, they had the idea of ​​completely defeating their opponent. The fierce offensive and fiery will seemed to boil the blood around them.

But unknowingly, Zaragi discovered that his arms were covered with dense small wounds. No, not just his arms, his whole body was covered with small wounds, and his whole body had almost merged with the blood around him.

Knife wound? No, this is not a stab wound, but it is melting!

The skin melted little by little, revealing the bright red muscles and blood vessels inside.

The flesh and blood melted little by little, and he could already see sections of white bones exposed in the hand holding the sword. His whole body was slowly melting.

The pain has turned into numbness, or in other words, he can still feel the pain, but this feeling of racing against time and swinging the sword with endless pain is really enjoyable, extremely enjoyable.

The spiritual pressure in his body exploded, shattering the soft flesh and blood in one fell swoop. Half of his body had turned into a skeleton, and he slashed at Unohana again and again with his knife.

If I don’t chop the woman in front of me to death within a certain time, I will definitely die first, right? Zaraki thought so in his heart, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of urgency.

He could feel that this battle was different, different from all the previous battles, the feelings, desires, etc., everything was different.

The parts of his body that he could see were all white bones, and his eyes felt like they were about to jump out at any moment, but he was still standing, still able to control himself, or in other words, his body was swinging the knife on its own, as long as there was support. As long as he exists, he will never stop fighting!

Suddenly, he saw Uzhihua opposite him. The other person also had the appearance of a skeleton, which was terrifying yet familiar to him.

It was as if a lock suddenly opened in my heart, and the already clear memories became completely secretless. This was how I fought against Unohana.

He remembered, remembered everything, it was this bloody world that made him realize that he had reached his limit. There was no retreat, he could only keep moving forward, he could not fall, he could only stand and wield a knife. Life and death were just a matter of a moment, but he had no choice but to move forward. I don't care about this, because the feeling of wrestling with people on the edge of the cliff is so exciting!

It was another trance, the world was still the bloody world, but he and the Uzhihua opposite him no longer looked like bones.

But Zaragi no longer had any confusion in his heart. He knew, he knew that he had been sleeping all this time. In his deep sleep, he was just copying the movements of the sword with Unohana in his dream.

Zaraki smiled, clenched the knife in his hand, and rushed towards Unohana again.

He had always thought that such a battle had no name, but now thanks to the flower of Mao, he finally had an epiphany.

It's not his body that's supporting him, it's not his sword that's supporting him, it's not his spiritual pressure that's supporting him, it's not even his will that's supporting him in the fight.

What supports him in fighting is the fighting itself. As long as he can still fight, he will not fall easily!

The man in front of her has changed, no, it should be said that he is back, completely resembling the figure that amazed her thousands of years ago.

Unohana looked at Zaragi who was charging toward her with a sword, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. The sin she had carried had been removed, and the stagnant time had begun to turn again.

The chipped blade had already stabbed in front of him, but the Maozhihua didn't retreat or block it, as if he was expecting it to come.

Zaraki Kenpachi, you know, I like fighting, I like it very much, I like it to the point where I can't help myself.

You should know, at least I know you like fighting, I must have discovered this earlier than you.

The cold tip of the knife pressed against the scar between the collarbones. That was the place it had reached in the past, and it was also the place it would return to now. But this time, the scar should no longer be painful and unbearable.

Zaraki Kenpachi, you learned how to seal yourself in order to enjoy fighting forever. I learned ways to heal myself in order to enjoy fighting forever.

However, I am now very sure that the power I gained is for this battle.

There can only be one Kenpachi in an era. That is an inherent law and an inevitable fate. Because when a strong man discovers the next strong man, he will no longer be able to swing his sword for himself.

That is because Blade will definitely be forced to choose one of the two, in order to kill the next strong man, or to cultivate him.

The incomplete blade pierced the previous wound, but the cold touch made Uozhihua feel warm.

Her blade had already been chosen when she met the child. The boy who finally fell under her blade because of his sealed power was qualified to be named 'Kenpachi'!

The child in the memory completely overlaps with the face of the man in front of you. You have grown up and you can stab this place without jumping.

The coldness in her eyes had dissipated, and there was regret but also relief in it. The time that had stopped was finally reversed by her, and the child who should have become Kenpachi finally took away what should have been his.

Uzhihua wanted to speak, but she couldn't make a sound. She could only bid farewell silently. She didn't know if this feeling could be conveyed to the other person's heart.

"Goodbye, the only man in this world who can please me."