Chapter 85: Everyone's So Open and Honest
BOOM!!!
The moment Kensei called out his Bankai, the surrounding air violently trembled.
Shinigami with slightly weaker strength found their vision distorted by the spiritual pressure, making everything appear blurry.
Then, a dazzling pillar of spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky!
Waves of shockwaves spread outward from Kensei as the epicenter.
The training ground's surface cracked like a spiderweb, with debris flying everywhere.
Under the impact of the spiritual pressure pillar, the shattered stones exploded like shrapnel, densely bombarding the barrier and creating ripples upon impact.
The Kido Corps members maintaining the barrier hurriedly increased their spiritual pressure output to reinforce it.
Amidst the blinding light, Kensei's appearance underwent a significant transformation.
His dagger-like short blades turned into two serrated fist blades.
A ring of gray armor plates extended from beneath his arms, converging above his head.
A raging storm surged wildly around him!
Seeing Kensei Muguruma's Bankai, the captains on the high platform all adopted serious expressions.
A Shinigami who has mastered Bankai holds far greater value and importance than an ordinary Shinigami.
Especially now, during these chaotic times, knowing more about others' Bankai is never a bad thing.
Under Satoru's watchful gaze, Kensei grinned and said:
"Judging from your fighting style earlier, you're quite skilled in Hakuda?"
"If that's the case, then meeting me might be the worst possible scenario for you."
"Because... my Tekken Tachikaze is invincible in close combat!"
Hearing this, Satoru showed a slightly peculiar expression.
Noticing his reaction, Kensei raised his chin slightly.
"What, don't believe me?"
Satoru shook his head: "No... rather than your ability, I'm more bothered by something else right now."
"What is it?" Kensei looked puzzled.
Satoru pointed at his shoulders.
"Don't you think this series of armor plates on you looks like the silk ribbons and feathered robes worn by celestial maidens when they fly?"
Kensei Muguruma: "?"
He turned his head to glance at the armor plates above his shoulders and fell into silence.
The surrounding Shinigami all wore complicated expressions.
Damn it, if Satoru hadn't brought it up, none of them would have thought about it.
But now that he mentioned it, they couldn't unsee it.
If Kensei had a more refined appearance, it wouldn't be a big deal.
The problem was, this muscular brute paired with a silken feather robe was just too visually jarring...
Kensei gritted his teeth. "What does that even matter?!"
"We're here to fight, not to judge appearances!"
Satoru nodded. "True."
"Then hurry up and make your move. Time's running out."
He glanced at the hourglass outside the arena—half the time had already passed.
"And whose fault is that?!"
Kensei felt his blood pressure spike.
The moment his words fell, he stomped the ground violently.
A ring of white shockwaves exploded outward.
Almost simultaneously, his figure appeared right in front of Satoru!
Aiming for Satoru's abdomen, he swung his bladed fist in a vicious uppercut—
Only to hit empty air.
Before his punch even landed, Satoru had already dodged with a flash step.
The force of Kensei's missed strike erupted into a strange ripple of energy.
Outside the arena, Aizen frowned slightly.
This shockwave wasn't just the result of extreme speed.
There was something off about that punch.
Judging by the flow of spiritual particles, the energy seemed to possess a penetrating property.
Had Satoru not dodged and instead tried to block, that shockwave might have pierced into his body, wreaking havoc from the inside...
After making this deduction, Aizen's gaze grew more serious.
This Kensei's ability was troublesome.
He wondered if Satoru had noticed... If not, he'd have to warn him.
Losing the fight was better than having his internal organs shredded.
After all, Satoru was only acting as an examiner—winning or losing wasn't that important.
He prepared himself, deciding to observe Satoru's next move before acting.
"Old Man Yama, that technique Vice-Captain Muguruma just used..."
On the high platform, Shunsui whispered to Yamamoto with a frown.
Yamamoto shook his head lightly. "Not yet."
Seeing Satoru's reaction, Kensei raised an eyebrow.
"You sensed the danger and chose to dodge instead of blocking, huh?"
"As expected of the man who defeated Captain Takada. Your instincts are sharp."
He lifted his fists, flashing the twin bladed gauntlets he wielded.
"My Iron Fist: Windbreaker can inject explosive force into an opponent's body the moment it makes contact."
"To put it simply, no matter how strong your defense is, one hit from me means you lose!"
"Of course, since this isn't a life-or-death battle, I won't pour in too much force—just enough to incapacitate you."
Hearing Kensei's explanation, the Shinigami gasped in shock.
One hit, and it's over?
Even for a Bankai, that ability was ridiculously overpowered!
Shinji clicked his tongue. "These rookies nowadays have scarier and scarier abilities."
Shunsui remained silent.
He was already prepared to intervene at any moment.
Just as he'd suspected, Kensei's ability was too absurd. If anything went wrong, his junior brother would be in trouble.
The captain of the 10th Division, Nagamasa Sora, wore a worried expression.
"Captain-Commander, this ability is too dangerous. We should declare a stop to this... In my opinion, Vice-Captain Muguruma has already demonstrated sufficient capability. There's no question about his qualification to become a captain!"
Yamamoto shook his head lightly.
"Whether Vice-Captain Muguruma passes the assessment depends on the examiner—that is, Satoru's conclusion."
Nagamasa quickly looked to Shunsui, hoping he would say something.
But Shunsui merely watched the field quietly, showing no intention of intervening.
With a sigh, Nagamasa fell silent.
As Kensei continued to explain his abilities in detail, Satoru's eyes filled with admiration.
"Since Vice-Captain Muguruma is being so forthright, it wouldn't be right for me to hold back either."
"My Zanpakutō's ability is to control my own shadow, temporarily materializing it into a weapon to attack my opponent."
"In situations where I'm outnumbered, it's an exceptionally useful ability!"
Hearing this, Kensei smirked.
This guy named Satoru was growing on him more and more.
To openly declare his Zanpakutō's ability in front of such a large audience—now that was a real man!
On the high platform, Ginrei Kuchiki nodded approvingly.
"Both of them are quite honorable. Good."
Yamamoto: "..."
Hearing Ginrei's words, he barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Satoru's explanation hadn't even covered a third of his Zanpakutō's true capabilities.
Honorable?
That kid wasn't even close!
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