Bleach: Traveling through Soi-Fong, Starting from Bankai

Of course, there was also blood splattered everywhere, soaking the sand and dyeing it red.

Kenpachi Zaraki, wearing the worn-out clothes of an ordinary Ryukon, lay in a pool of blood.

"Huchi - Huchi -"

His lungs were pierced by the sickle and he had difficulty breathing.

But Kenpachi Zaraki had a ferocious look on his face and kept breathing heavily.

"Huff--cough, cough--"

Because he was lying on his back on the ground, the wound on his back was soaked in blood.

Coupled with the blood oozing from the wound, every time Kenpachi Zaraki took a breath, he would choke on the blood foam and cough violently.

A tall and thin figure walked over and said:

"Hey, Death, what's your name?"

"You seemed to have mentioned your name before, but I can't remember it."

Kenpachi Zaraki tilted his head, trying to see the face of the person who came clearly.

But he happened to be standing with his back to the crescent moon, and could only see a dark figure and the dazzling moonlight.

He narrowed his eyes:

"Ahem, ahem, what did you call me?"

"Death, what's wrong?"

The man kicked a knife, which spun twice and stabbed in front of Kenpachi Zaraki:

"Hey, isn't this your Zanpakutō?"

"Isn't it the God of Death who possesses a Zanpakutō?"

So that's how it is. Have I become the god of death?

Kenpachi Zaraki thought in a trance.

Is this my Zanpakutō?

With the help of moonlight, he tried to see the knife stuck in the ground.

This is a large machete with a thick back. The blade is as wide as a palm and the back is as thick as half a fist.

It's easy to tell at first glance that it's suitable for chopping and has great power!

100% for tough guys only!

This Zanpakutō is molded in one piece and is extremely rugged.

The knife has no hilt, and the base of the knife is wrapped with layers of wild animal fur to serve as the handle.

"Ahem, now I remember, this knife is called [Skeleton Beast]."

"This name was told to me by Yachiru, hahahaha, cough cough..."

"I used it to chop someone for the first time today, and it felt so satisfying!"

Kenpachi Zaraki showed a satisfied and crazy smile.

If you ignore his miserable appearance of laughing and coughing in a pool of blood, it is actually quite scary.

"I see. Your sword is called Skeleton Beast?"

"It really hurts to chop someone up."

"My sword is called [Holy Weeping Mantis]. Of course, as a Hollow, I keep it, not draw it out."

The man muttered a few words, then lowered his head and said:

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet, Death!"

"I asked for your name, not the knife's name!"

"Really? I'm so sorry, my ears have been ringing so loudly."

Kenpachi Zaraki raised his head and tried to look at the man standing there:

"My name is Kenpachi Zaraki!"

"Kenpachi holds the title of the strongest Shinigami of all time!"

"And I will challenge powerful enemies one after another and become the strongest god of death!"

After saying that, he fell down again, gasping for breath.

"Really? The strongest god of death, Kenpachi Zaraki..."

The man chewed the name in his mouth for a while, then laughed:

"Very good, very good, that's more like it!!"

"Kenpachi Zaraki, my name is Nnoitra!!"

The man took two steps forward, and the light shifted, revealing his pale, crazed smiling face.

There was a deep horizontal cut between his eyes, and the blood had already drained out.

At this moment, Nnoitra only relied on his spiritual perception to look at Kenpachi Zaraki:

"Remember me!"

"Remember my name!"

"Finally, remember my name!"

He shouted loudly:

"I am the Ten Kings of Hollows—the Fifth Throne!"

"Chief Warrior of the King's Temple!"

"Nnoitra Gilga!!"

The blind Nnoitra looked crazy as he staggered towards Kenpachi Zaraki.

As he gradually moved away from the moon, his figure also appeared.

The Templar Knight Nnoitra had all six arms chopped off!

A cut on his waist almost cut him in half!

The knee of the right leg was also bent and barely stuck together by the bone shell.

Nnoitra was blinded and his arms were all broken.

He staggered to Kenpachi Zaraki, dragging his internal organs all over the floor and the blood that had long since dried up.

When he stood still, he took a deep breath and shouted to Kenpachi Zaraki:

"This battle—"

"It feels so good, Kenpachi Zaraki!!"

After saying this, he staggered and fell on his back.

Kenpachi Zaraki also closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

On the sand dune, a small hand reached out to the quietly standing woman and pulled her clothes.

Unohana Retsu lowered his head and looked at Kusaka Yachiru, but said nothing.

The pink-haired girl pointed at the two people below:

"Little Mantis, dead."

"But he seemed happy."

"Xiaojian is about to die."

"I don't want Xiaojian to die. Can you save Xiaojian?"

Yachiru blinked his big eyes and looked at Unohana Retsu.

"Ah."

The elegant and mature woman lowered her brows and touched the little girl's hair.

Her eyes suddenly widened.

It was just an invisible breeze that blew over and passed away quietly.

But Unohana Retsu could feel that in that gentle breeze, there was an imperceptible spiritual pressure that was several times stronger than his own!

"Is this a Hollow? No...it looks like a Grim Reaper."

She frowned and looked into the distance.

Then, she took Yachiru's hand:

"We have to go over there."

"Don't worry, I'll treat him on the way."

A huge flying fish took off into the sky.

........................

Xuye Palace, the Palace of Moga.

The black man with eyeballs all over his body fell to the ground with a bang.

In the shadows, applause rang out:

"Not bad."

"it's actually very good."

Aizen sheathed his Zanpakutō and looked behind the main hall pillar.

"You observed for a long time, but didn't make a move."

"You want to talk to me?"

"To show your sincerity, shouldn't you come out and let me see your true face?"

The person hiding in the shadows came out when he heard Aizen say this.

He pushed his short pink hair back and looked at Aizen with his golden pupils behind his white-framed glasses:

"Nice to meet you, guest from outside."

"My name is, Sal Apollo."

He licked his lips and added:

"Sal Apollo Granz."

"Aizen Sosuke."

Aizen also told the truth, pushed up his black-framed glasses, and asked:

"I wonder what Mr. Sal Apollo can do for you?"

"I want to talk to you about cooperation, but..."

Sar Apollo followed suit, pushing his white-framed glasses and looking into the distance outside the palace:

"Things over there are over, and the troublesome guy is coming back soon."

"This is not a place for conversation."

Aizen smiled slightly when he heard this:

"Ala, I'm so glad to have a place suitable for confidential conversation."

He stretched out his arm and pulled lightly, tearing the space apart.

Aizen stepped into the black chamber and turned around to ask:

"Would you be so kind as to have a chat with me?"

"Of course, I'd love to."

Sar Apollo smiled evilly and followed Aizen into the black cavity.