Well, no one else here could answer my question. I needed to find him myself.

I closed my eyes, focused on sensing the reishi difference around. Recently, I was able to locate him even from far away, like a radar installed in my head. This radar, or whatever ability it was called, was still very raw. I could barely recognise which direction got the most unsettled reishi distribution. And at the end of that direction, is usually where Kenpachi was.

Kenpachi Zaraki got an unusual large amount of reishi around him, and he did not move fast. It was pretty easy to locate him. Like now. I sensed a huge wave of energy, or reiryoku from the direction that young shinigami disappeared.

78th distinct was not far away, and it was a much better place than this dangerous desolation. I hesitated for a second, then ran towards the opposite direction.

By the time I ran to the source of those highly concentrated reishis, it was almost sunset. The unsettlement of this area had gone, looked like the conflict had ended for a long time. I was slightly pissed off by my short legs, took me 5 hours to get here, surely everything was over.

No, that was not right. Even if I can use Shunpo and get here on time, there was no way I could help. I can't even beat a chicken, let alone that Meno thing. But being useless was one thing, being both useless and cowardly was another. I couldn't help, but at least I could…watch over him.

The first thing entered my sight, was a corpse. Well, corpses shouldn't be a big news by now, but why did I have to emphasise it?

—It was a dead shinigami.

With Zanpakutō still in his hand, his eyes stayed widely open. That giant tearing wound around his neck indicated his cause of death. Voluntarily, I wanted to search his body, but I couldn't do it after a second thought.

I told myself, this guy was different, he died for a cause. It would be stupid to say I felt sorry, the least thing we lacked here were miserable people. But this guy was different, I can't say where or how he was different, I just strongly felt that way.

I stepped across him, and kept going. My radar told me, the target was very close. I pushed the bushes that blocked my sight aside, then went speechless to what I saw there.

A hollow as tall as a 10-storey building. His appearance reminded me of snake, with a white, broken mask at the tip of his head. His giant pair of tusks were nearly as thick as my thighs. I never seen a hollow of this size.

Such a pity. I could barely recognise how he looked from that messy remain of his. The hollow was dead, mutilated to several parts. All the cuts were clean and smooth, each from one single hit.

It was clear to me who did this.

Kenpachi Zaraki, whose pretty small in size compared to that hollow, quietly stood in the shade. His dirty cloth was cover in both red and green blood. Something in my survival instinct told me not to get close to him right now. So I stayed away, but changed an angle to observe him better.

When I moved and saw the back of his body, I figured out why he didn't move for such a long time. It was a cut on his left shoulder. Actually, I would rather describe it as a gap. A gap between his shoulder and his left arm. I would say both his collar bone and shoulder blade was crushed by pieces. His left arm was just hanging there, without any movement, as if it had separated from his body.

Blood kept coming out of that giant cut. In comparison, the rest of his wound was like a joke.

Before this, I had no idea that this much blood could come from one person. I had no idea why he was still standing, why did he still remain consciousness, why was his heart still beating? How come he was still alive, with a lethal wound like that?


Kemu: Why is he still alive?! This is not scientific at all!

Wendy: Well, it's Shōnen Manga, eat it.


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