"I'm not here to fight you. Before that, let's settle the debt you owe our 10th Division."
Facing Zaraki Kenpachi's battle challenge, Rosse had no intention of drawing his sword right away. He just lightly kicked him back.
They were definitely going to fight, but he had to make things clear first.
Otherwise, once he hacked the guy down, who was he supposed to go to for the money.
"Huh? What are you talking about, when did I ever owe you money?"
Seeing that Rosse had no fighting spirit at all, Zaraki instantly lost interest. He flipped himself back onto his feet, scratched at his ear, and showed complete disdain.
"Rangiku, explain the bill."
At Rosse's signal, Matsumoto Rangiku stepped forward and spelled out all the repair fees the 11th Division owed over these years.
"Hah? If you break a building, you just fix it, what are you asking us for money for."
Zaraki's face was full of disdain. He didn't listen to the numbers Rangiku read out at all, and just waved his hand.
"C'mon, don't bother with all that. If you can knock me flat again today, then we'll pay up," As he spoke, Zaraki yanked off his eyepatch.
Buzz!
Blazing golden spiritual pressure shot up from Zaraki's body.
Almost in an instant, the entire Seireitei could feel this beastlike spiritual pressure.
Those whose spiritual pressure was a bit weaker were already being crushed so hard they could barely breathe.
"Come on, let's fight to the death!"
Facing Zaraki, who was overflowing with battle intent, Rosse didn't even frown.
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[Zaraki Kenpachi]
[Overall Strength: S (Self-sealed)]
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He had only just undone a portion of his seal, but even so, Zaraki's strength still wasn't enough to stir Rosse's interest.
Still, since Zaraki had agreed, Rosse had already achieved his purpose in coming.
"Since Captain Zaraki said so, then I'll defeat you first."
Rosse spoke calmly, slowly drawing Dihua from his waist.
"Hahahaha! Why yap so much nonsense, just fighting is enough!"
Zaraki shouted excitedly, wrapped in an incomparably vast spiritual pressure. Under the gaze of all the members of the 10th and 11th Divisions, he once again charged at Rosse.
Because his previous injuries still hadn't healed, as he moved, blood kept seeping out from under the bandages, making for an incredibly gruesome sight.
Facing the ferocious Zaraki charging over, Rosse just let out a quiet sigh.
He still really didn't like dealing with these battle lunatics. He was a civilized man who didn't like to get physical.
Clang!
As Zaraki's spiritual pressure rose, this time Rosse did not slice through Zaraki's Zanpakuto. He just held him in place.
He had to admit, Zanpakuto really were better than physical blades.
Because they were originally tied to the Shinigami's own soul, even if a Zanpakuto broke, it could quickly be repaired. There was no need to worry about it getting scrapped in one go.
But compared to Zaraki's taut, straining arms, Rosse looked much more casual, like he hadn't used his full strength at all.
"Your power is a lot higher than before, but it's still not quite enough," Rosse made a calm comment, then suddenly drew his blade back and thrust forward.
"Don't look down on me!"
Zaraki roared, holding his sword horizontally in front of him, blocking the tip of Rosse's thrust.
At this moment, he was already stronger than he had been just now.
As the battle escalated, the strength sealed by Zaraki's self-imposed restraints was being released at an astonishing pace.
Unfortunately, Rosse hadn't come today to watch Zaraki go all-out.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Rosse's arm was almost nothing but an afterimage. The Dihua in his hand repeatedly pulled back and thrust forward at an unbelievable speed.
At his current speed, Zaraki basically had no way to keep up.
In just 3 seconds, his body already had five or six new holes, with blood gushing out.
Seeing Zaraki so easily forced into a disadvantage, the members of the 11th Division couldn't help gasping in shock. In contrast, the members of the 10th Division were visibly fired up, loudly cheering Rosse on.
"Captain! Go for it!"
"Captain Rosse! Take him down!"
"..."
The members of the 10th Division hadn't seen Rosse fell Zaraki with two strikes, but just judging from the situation in the field, it was no different from those two strikes. Zaraki was completely being suppressed.
"Tch, is fast attacks all you can do? You're just like that woman with the squinty, foxy eyes from the 3rd Division."
Zaraki snorted disdainfully. He stopped trying to block and instead gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, shouting loudly as the blade flared with golden spiritual pressure and slashed toward Rosse.
"Die!"
This was the one move he had learned from that old man Yamamoto.
He didn't like it much, but its power was extremely strong.
"Fast attacks? You still haven't figured it out by now? Whether it's strength or speed, you and I aren't even in the same league."
Rosse spoke calmly. At the moment he swung his sword, he wrapped Conqueror's Haki and his deep blue spiritual pressure around the blade.
With his foundation in Haki, the simple technique of coating his sword in spiritual pressure was nothing difficult for him.
BOOM!
The two swords collided, and an invisible shockwave frantically expanded outward.
"Open the crack between the abyss and life, draw out its vile power. Call forth the energy from the humming air to bridge the gap. Bakudo Number 81: Danku!"
Having already anticipated this, Matsumoto Rangiku had begun chanting the Bakudo incantation before the two even clashed.
Luckily, she finished reciting it just before the shockwave reached them.
An invisible wall stood in front of the members of the 10th Division, blocking the shockwave from the clash between Rosse and Zaraki.
Over on the 11th Division's side, they weren't so lucky. Hundreds and thousands of them were completely unable to withstand the shockwave and were blown flying, some of them even sent more than a hundred meters away.
It was only because Rosse was consciously controlling it, and because the 11th Division fought all the time and every one of them had tough skin and thick flesh.
Otherwise, just that one impact would have been enough to kill or injure more than half of them.
Even so, most of the members of the 11th Division were now injured.
Only Yachiru and Ayasegawa Yumichika were able to easily keep their footing in the midst of the shockwave.
Even then, Yumichika's expression didn't look very good.
After all, the people on the other side watching had nothing happen to them, while their own side had been ravaged by the spillover. That alone was enough to prove the 11th Division was inferior to the other party.
But he didn't dare say that to their vice-captain. He could only grumble very quietly in his heart.
Yachiru, on the other hand, didn't care at all about the squad members who had been blown away. Her face was full of delight as she watched the battlefield, as if in her eyes, only Zaraki Kenpachi existed.
"Your strength isn't as tough as your mouth, Zaraki Kenpachi."
Rosse's calm voice came from within the smoke of their collision.
Hearing Rosse's words, the members of the 10th Division were even more pleased.
This clearly meant he had the upper hand.
The members of the 11th Division were still struggling to get up and very few of them heard what Rosse said.
By the time they slowly steadied themselves, the smoke on this side had already dispersed.
At the spot where Rosse and Zaraki had clashed, there was now a huge crater.
And in the center of the crater, Zaraki Kenpachi's massive body was lying there, his robes in tatters, his whole body soaked in blood, already looking completely unable to rise again.
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