North Rukongai, 80th District
Kenpachi District.
This was a place the living dared not tread. Even among the lawless, those who craved battle and bloodshed, it was common to wander into this zone seeking to challenge its reigning tyrant.
But now, the nature of Kenpachi District had fundamentally changed. No matter how reckless or battle-hungry someone might be, no one dared step foot into the area lightly.
The reason was simple.
From a distance alone, one could sense the entire district was enveloped in a terrifying and overwhelming presence. A power so oppressive, so suffocating, it thundered in the ears like mountains collapsing.
Just taking a few steps closer felt like being crushed beneath an invisible mountain.
Ordinary souls? They wouldn't even make it halfway before their spiritual forms disintegrated into reishi and scattered.
Each deafening boom was followed by massive upheavals of earth, shooting upward like reversed waterfalls.
Chaotic, explosive power rippled out in all directions, while cold flashes of light sliced through the carnage, blooming like silver flowers amid devastation.
Clashes of steel overlapped with shockwaves, triggering detonation after detonation, until smoke and dust flooded the skies.
Then, with each new gust of wind, the battlefield would clear, only for the smoke to roll back in again the next moment.
Two warriors, diametrically opposed in form yet equally enthralled by battle, were locked in a relentless dance. Nothing existed for them but the fight. No distractions. No thoughts of retreat.
Each slash, each strike, brought them joy.
And in their hearts, both secretly wished this battle would never end.
From within the swirling haze, something broke through the smoke and rose into the sky, standing tall above the carnage.
It was a man with silver-white hair, his clothes shredded and soaked in blood.
He held his sword in his left hand, a rarity, and looked down calmly, watching the roiling battlefield below.
Suddenly, a twisted shadow surged from the smoke beneath him. Something had followed him into the sky.
He moved.
In the blink of an eye, his blade flashed dozens of times. Brilliant arcs of silver, each ten meters long, tore through the smoke in a dazzling flurry of light.
And from below, charging up at him, was the beastlike man.
Dodging wasn't an option. No, he hadn't planned to dodge at all.
He roared with laughter and met the storm head-on.
The brutal flashes of light slammed into him. He batted aside some, scattered others, but even his monstrous strength couldn't repel them all.
He was forced back, beaten down to the earth by the unrelenting storm of strikes.
Above, still in the air, the silver-haired man calmly pointed the tip of his blade downward.
It looked as if he were about to cast the weapon aside.
But it wasn't the sword that fell.
It was the man himself.
Black-violet light coursed down the blade as he plummeted like a meteor. At the moment of impact, pillars of jagged earth, corrupted by the same black-violet power, exploded from the ground, crashing toward the beastlike man.
The pillars weren't just spiritual constructs; they carried crushing weight and explosive force.
But the beast wasn't fazed.
Laughing, he cleaved through the pillars with ease, sending crystal-like shards flying in all directions.
And through the fragments, he emerged again, straight at his silver-haired opponent.
The next slash came crashing down, devoid of flair or flourish, like a strike meant to split the world itself.
It roared with such force that it stirred hurricanes.
But that devastating blow was met, and halted, by an ordinary-looking katana.
The ground groaned beneath the pressure, caving in by several centimeters, fissures splitting out in all directions.
Yet the silver-haired man didn't budge an inch.
He looked up, his calm blue eyes meeting the crazed grin of his foe.
Then he smiled faintly.
"That's enough."
With a twist of his wrist, the force behind his block surged, and the beastlike man was hurled backward, blade and all.
He landed cleanly, feet skidding against the ground, but didn't attack again.
Instead, he rested his jagged blade over his shoulder and called out lazily.
"Oh? Calling it quits this early? Don't tell me you're getting soft."
The tone was cocky, even taunting.
But the silver-haired man didn't rise to it.
He calmly slid his sword back into its sheath, standing before the opponent he had been locked in mortal combat with mere moments ago.
The beast's brow twitched.
He didn't like this.
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
"I mean," the man said, pointing at himself, then at the other, "even if we keep fighting, it won't change anything."
"What…?"
The beast spat to the side, scowling.
"What the hell are you talking about? Speak normally! No one can understand that crap!"
"…You really are a beast who knows nothing but fighting."
The silver-haired man sighed, pressing his fingers to his forehead.
Fine. Time to dumb it down.
"I'm saying this battle has pushed us both to our current limits. We've grown. We've adapted. We know each other's styles so well, we can predict every move. Our blows may look violent, but in reality, they've become meaningless, like two kids throwing punches in the schoolyard. This… is just a waste of time now."
The beast went silent.
Then after a long stop, he suddenly said,
"Hey. Come here a sec."
"…Why?"
"I'm gonna smack you in the head a few times. See if I can knock those thoughts outta you. And if it works, I'll let you hit me too."
"…???"
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