Death: Then stood in the sky.

Yumichika Ayasegawa jumped in front of him to block the way.

鐺.

The two men's knives clashed heavily together.

In this contest, Madarame gradually gained the upper hand.

Ayase Gawa Yumichika slid backward a few meters.

His strength is slightly inferior to that of Ikkaku Madarame.

"Damn it!"

Madarame Ikkaku gritted his teeth, wanting to stop, but instead unleashed a blade-cutting attack, sweeping the blade across and knocking Ayasegawa Yumichika back.

"Successful!"

Behind him came Renji Abarai's loud shout.

But without even a moment's hesitation, Madarame Ikkaku swiftly turned and slashed heavily at Abarai Renji, who was leaping through the air, knocking him to the ground.

A bloodstain exploded in the air.

Countless people stared wide-eyed.

Renji Abarai looked on in disbelief.

Madarame Ikkaku's eyes were practically splitting open from the corners.

Yumichika Ayase was initially taken aback, but was quickly consumed by a surge of rage.

"Ichijou, have you really gone mad?!"

Looking at Renji Abarai lying on the ground clutching his chest, Yumichika Ayasegawa angrily questioned him.

The Eleventh Division is a division with a high level of martial prowess, a fact widely acknowledged within Seireitei.

They revere fighting, enjoy violence, and are obsessed with killing; each one of them is a fighting maniac among fighting maniacs.

Therefore, injuries from sparring are a common occurrence in the Eleventh Division.

They hung out together every day, often having sex with other men, and this "good" atmosphere and "closeness" made many of the 11th Division members get along like brothers.

Therefore, in normal sparring, people would never use such deadly attacks; they would usually aim to injure their opponent.

Moreover, they usually only use bamboo swords when sparring, and only use real swords on very rare occasions.

Even with a real knife, no one would go all out to cut down their own brother.

But Ikkaku Madarame did it today.

He not only drew his real sword and slashed Renji Abarai, but he also showed no mercy whatsoever.

This is completely different from the usual Madarame Ikkaku.

It's not Madarame Ikkaku's style either.

Ayasegawa Yumichika knows Madarame Ikkaku very well. Due to his admiration for Zaraki Kenpachi, Madarame Ikkaku would instinctively imitate Zaraki Kenpachi in battle, suppressing his own power to a certain extent.

"I have no idea......"

Madarame Ikkaku's eye twitched, and then he slashed diagonally upwards with his sword.

Ayasegawa Yumichika was knocked back with a single strike.

Swish!

Before he could even adjust his posture, Ikkaku Madarame caught up with him.

Boom!

A violent crash rang out.

In a pervasive cloud of dust.

With a serious expression, Matsumoto Rangiku slid back a few steps while holding the black cat. "Hey, Ikkaku, what are you doing?!"

Ayasegawa Yumichika jumped to her side.

"I do not know either!"

"I didn't do this!"

Madarame Ikkaku, brandishing his sword, shouted frantically, "I never intended to cut down Vice-Captain Yachiru, nor did I intend to injure Renji, but..."

As he spoke, his expression changed drastically.

"Get out of the way, all of you!"

"I can't control myself anymore!"

"My hand, it seems to have its own mind!"

The knife slashed down again.

The group scattered, jumping.

"Can't control yourself?"

Do hands have their own thoughts?

While dodging his attacks, Matsumoto Rangiku quickly analyzed the available information.

She just happened to be passing by.

I want to go to the pub to bring some sake that Aoshi likes.

But unexpectedly, I stumbled upon this scene.

Her eyes swept over Ayasekawa Yumichika, whose face was equally serious, and then looked at Abarai Renji, who was lying in a pool of blood and had been severely injured.

Rangiku Matsumoto was quite familiar with Ikkaku Madarame.

The Gotei 13 only has a few captains and vice-captains.

Except for a few people with whom you have no relationship or who are difficult to get along.

Most of the vice-captains and officers actually have a good relationship in private.

Therefore, she understands Ikkaku Madarame very well; he is a very generous and loyal guy.

If it were him, there's absolutely no way he would be so ruthless towards his own companion for no reason.

So... what exactly happened?

What exactly happened that caused Ikkaku Madarame to lose control and become unable to control himself?

The attacks began to become more aggressive.

Ikkaku Madarame was not a regular captain; he was a captain-level Shinigami who had truly mastered Bankai. Even if he was just a captain-level gatekeeper, a captain-level is still a captain-level.

Rangiku Matsumoto felt the pressure.

Madarame Ikkaku also noticed this, and he began to use his hidden power uncontrollably.

The two men's knives clashed again.

Matsumoto Rangiku, bracing for Madarame Ichika's attack, kicked out and took the opportunity to create some distance.

"Could it be your Zanpakuto?" Her eyes were serious.

Upon hearing this, Madarame Ikkaku was struck dumb.

Zanpakutō?

He immediately looked down at the knife in his hand. Was it Hozuki Maru?

Reminded by Matsumoto Rangiku, Madarame Ikkaku also realized something; it seemed that it wasn't his own body that was out of control, nor his own hands.

It's actually Hozuki Maru!

It was his own Zanpakuto that was dragging his body into battle!

If it is, then it can naturally use the hidden power of its Zanpakuto!

Case solved!

The Zanpakuto has come to life!

Well, it does have its own thoughts.

Madarame Ikkaku took a deep breath, gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, and sheathed it. He roared, "Hozukimaru, come back to me!"

But... it's completely impossible to hold it down!

Under the shocked gazes of Matsumoto Rangiku and Ayasegawa Yumichika, Hozukimaru did not return to its sheath.

A blast of air exploded, blasting the group away.

next second.

Spiritual pressure surged forth.

Madarame Ikkaku's aura began to rise, and a heavy spiritual pressure emanated from the Zanpakuto in his hand.

Hozuki Maru, it's free!

"How is that possible!"

Madarame Ikkaku stared at the scene in astonishment, completely dumbfounded.

It freed itself without its master's permission or even without the release command.

How could such a thing happen?

The sword, dragging a horn of Madarame along, charged forward once more.

Swah——

With a twist, Madarame Ikkaku transformed into Hozuki-maru, a long spear, and easily tore apart Ayase Gyuichika's Shinha armor as he approached.

If Ayasegawa Yumichika hadn't dodged quickly, that stab would have disemboweled him.

"Don't come near me, Yumichika!"

With a loud shout, Madarame Ikkaku gripped Hozukimaru tightly, still bearing the marks of his slashing attack. "What's wrong with you, you jerk!"

The walls were swept and shattered.

Madarame Ikkaku gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at his sword.

The attack is still ongoing.

It is still out of control.

This can't go on any longer.

Madarame Ikkaku's expression turned ugly, then changed to decisiveness.

well.

Since you've completely lost control.

Well then, Hozuki-maru, it might hurt a little now.

Madarame took a deep breath.

next second.

Under the incredulous gazes of Matsumoto Rangiku and Ayase Yumichika.

Suddenly, Madarame Ikkaku pierced the ground with his sword, then raised his fist and smashed it towards Hozuki Maru's spear shaft.

But the hammer fell on nothing.

"What?!" Ikkaku Madarame exclaimed in shock.

A crimson light burst forth.

It spread for a moment.

As the light faded, Ikkaku Madarame's eyes widened, and he blurted out in horror, "You are!"

"Oh, one cent, that's right."

The man with red hair and a muscular physique grinned. "It's me."

“Sashiberdana, my—”