Bleach: Traveling through Soi-Fong, Starting from Bankai

Kenpachi Zaraki fell into this embarrassing situation.

"Hey! Yachiryu!"

"Either you jump farther! Or you walk slower!"

"It's really tiring to walk like this—"

These small footholds allow him to walk in small steps and easily overtake others when running.

Unless he moves forward with his legs raised high, it will be uncomfortable for him to walk!

"Hahahahahahahaha——Xiaojian, hold on, I see the exit——"

Under the guidance of Yaqianliu, the two quickly crossed the long broken boundary, found a space crack, and jumped out.

Not long after, the two of them walked the same path.

Unohana Retsu caught up on a giant flying fish.

Looking at the blue and white stars below, she wondered:

"This is……"

"Where does Lingzi stay?"

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

A vast white desert.

This was Kenpachi Zaraki's first impression of this place.

"Pure white desert? No... no."

The color of the gravel is very light, but still has a yellowish hue.

The reason why it looks pure white is because of - moonlight!

Kenpachi Zaraki looked up and saw the dark night and the brightest crescent moon.

The moonlight was so bright that it dyed the desert in the dark night pure white.

"So it's night here too?"

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't even notice for a moment that it was night.

At this moment, Yachiru pulled Zaraki Kenpachi's clothes:

"Xiaojian, Xiaojian, over there—"

She stretched out her finger and pointed in the direction of a sand dune:

"There seems to be a very powerful guy over there!"

"Oh?"

Kenpachi Zaraki suddenly became interested.

Yachiryu has a very sharp intuition, and many enemies in Rukongai were found with the help of Yachiryu.

"Come on up, Yachiryu!"

"Let's rush over!"

Kenpachi Zaraki let the pink-haired little girl climb onto his shoulders and sprinted towards the sand dunes.

The pure white desert is not a flat land.

In fact, the desert only looks flat, but the difference in height from the low-lying areas to the high hills may be tens or hundreds of meters!

The sand dune that Kenpachi Zaraki was aiming at was one like this - it was the highest place within a radius of several kilometers.

Soon, he was approaching the top of the mountain.

Kenpachi Zaraki's eyes lit up with joy - he saw a man at the top!

The man at the top of the sand dune also noticed Kenpachi Zaraki and the other man, and stood up from his kneeling position in prayer.

This was a man who looked similar to Kenpachi Zaraki, but he was taller and thinner.

His hair is as long as Kenpachi Zaraki's, but compared to Kenpachi Zaraki's messy hair, the man's black hair has a soft and shiny feeling, and the smooth side bangs even cover one eye.

He was wearing a moon-white robe with a large window on the chest, and the collar extended exaggeratedly upward, far above his head.

When Kenpachi Zaraki got closer, he could see the man's face clearly.

It was a face—a sharp, thin, and mean one.

But for some reason, perhaps because of the "illuminating" look on his collar, his face seemed to have a hint of...holiness?

Ten meters in front of the man, Kenpachi Zaraki stopped.

"name?"

The man spoke, simple words, but his voice sounded like the scraping of saw blades.

"Me? My name is Kenpachi Zaraki."

Kenpachi Zaraki pointed at the pink-haired loli on his shoulder:

"She is Kusaka Yachiryu."

The man nodded after hearing this:

"Nnoitra."

The tall, thin man named Nnoitra extended his hand to his side.

There was an iron rod stuck in the sand.

Nnoitra held the iron rod in one hand and said:

"You came here to fight."

What he said was a declarative sentence.

He suddenly lifted up the iron rod and dragged out a huge sickle from the sand!

The blade of this sickle is symmetrical, like a crescent moon!

His tone was cold:

"I accept. Let's get started."

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't even realize it, but he was already smiling.

He shouted:

"Eight Thousand Flows!"

The pink-haired loli jumped off Kenpachi Zaraki's shoulders obediently and hid far away at a quick run.

After Yachiryu ran away, Zaraki Kenpachi threw the Zanpakutō on his shoulder to the ground:

"boom----"

The wind pressure brought by the blade instantly kicked up a cloud of dust!

He was already extremely excited and shouted:

"Nnoitra, right? That's great!——"

"This is how battle should be, no reason is needed!!"

"bring it on!!!"

Nnoitra, on the other hand, remained calm from beginning to end.

He nodded:

"I agree, but..."

"You are too weak——"

Kenpachi Zaraki was startled. These words were heard behind him.

As the wind and sand blew, Noitra's figure disappeared from sight.

A massive sickle slashed down from behind—Nnoitra held the sickle in both hands and struck with all his might! !

Kenpachi Zaraki had no time to dodge and could only carry the broken Zanpakuto on his back!

"clang!!----"

Yachiru shouted worriedly:

"Little Sword!!"

Kenpachi Zaraki was blown away like a meteor, leaving blood all the way!

What was even more surprising was that a broken knife flew high into the air and fell far below the sand dunes.

The broken sword fragments kept spinning and finally fell beside a person and stuck in the sand.

A bare hand picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Then, Unohana Retsu raised his head and looked at the sand dunes.

There was no expression on her face.

Chapter 47 The Name of the Sword and the Iron Wire of Fate

"Little Sword! Little Sword!!"

Ah, it's Yachiru's voice...

Kenpachi Zaraki opened his eyes slightly, and in his vague sight he could see the anxious expression of Yachiru Kusaka.

Seeing Zaraki Kenpachi wake up, Yachi burst into laughter:

"Great, Xiaojian, you're awake!"

"I knew you weren't someone who could be defeated so easily!"

"Uh—I fainted?"

"Yachiryu, how long have I been unconscious?"

Kenpachi Zaraki struggled to get up, holding his head with his hands, which was the aftereffect of the violent collision.

Although Nnoitra looks extremely thin, his explosiveness and strength are terrifying.

At this moment, the two of them were already at the foot of the hill, in a huge sand pit created by the shock wave.

This shows that the force of Nnoitra's attack was extremely concentrated and was not released to the surroundings until Kenpachi Zaraki landed.

"You were unconscious for about twenty minutes, and I kept calling you!"

"in addition……"

Yachiru's eyebrows suddenly drooped, and his mouth pouted:

"Xiaojian, your sword... is broken..."

She lowered her head, her voice becoming smaller and smaller until it was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, with an expression that was neither aggrieved nor ashamed.

"Let me see……"

Kenpachi Zaraki took the Zanpakuto handed to him by Yachiryu.

It is unknown which unlucky Shinigami this Zanpakuto belongs to, but it has been with Kenpachi Zaraki ever since he picked it up from a pile of corpses.

Or maybe he's some unlucky student from the Shinō Spiritual Arts Academy?

In short, although the performance of the Zanpakuto is far superior to swords forged from ordinary steel, it cannot withstand Kenpachi Zaraki's daily slashing of people.

Coupled with the lack of proper repair and maintenance, the blade has long become full of gaps and jagged.

Now, the time of death is approaching.

I saw that the tip of this Zanpakutō with a golden hilt had been broken off by a section of blade about 20 centimeters long.

Because it is much longer than the average shallow sword, it is close to the length of a nodachi.

Cutting off a piece at this moment makes the knife look like a normal samurai sword.

"Tsk... can't it anymore?"

"However, this knife is a bit too light. The only good thing about it is its length. Every time I chop it, it feels light and airy..."