Zaraki had been on edge, waiting for the zanpakuto spirit to contact him again.
It had been a full week after he had gotten the sword back, repaired and looking like new.
What had he forgotten?
He had repaired her. He had bought cleaning rags.
What was it?
Kenpachi grumbled, and lay on his back trying to remember her third condition.
Corpses...and zombies?
""Right, the spirit wanted me to remodel the inner world." He let out a grin, shutting his eyes.
The image of the inner world exploded in his mind, and Zaraki set work building it from scratch. The field returned, with the flat rock in the center. Behind the rock a tree burst into existence, covered in blood red flowers. Bells on gold chains dangled from the branches.
The forest came back, and Zaraki let the rain pour over the lush trees.
She said she hadn't minded this part.
Beyond that were the barracks, and Zaraki left those alone. However, surrounding the barracks he put a moat of steaming blood. A bridge automatically appeared over it; wrought iron and strong wood.
Small piles of bones littered the meadow the barracks sat in, and Kenpachi left those.
He yawned
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The woman smiled, he had completed her third condition. She pulled him into the inner world, laughing at his moment of disorientation.
"Kenpachi Zaraki, you have done everything I asked. Bravo." She clapped her hands in a taunting manner.
"So you gonna tell me your name?" He huffed, dropping into a seated position on the ground.
"Ha! I suppose I promised, didn't I?" She rolled her eyes, sliding off the rock.
Bells and chains jingled as she did.
"Kenpachi Zaraki, Taicho of the Eleventh Division, I am Akuma no Batsu; Demon of Punishment." She bowed. "You now know my name, and you may activate my shikai. Remember my name... I ain't telling you again!" She warned, throwing a rock at his head. He ducked, and gave a feral grin.
"Good luck, Kenpachi. I expect to be used."