C86 Let Go of That Bottle of Wine and Fight Me!

He gazed at the wine pot in his hand, as black as ink and as profound as the night sky itself.

Zaraki Kenpachi's consciousness seemed momentarily ensnared by its depths.

Yet, for a man whose thoughts were mostly of muscle, it was clear he wouldn't recall the details anytime soon.

"Kenpachi, isn't that Little Yu's wine pot? I recall he was thrown into the Black Prison a few days back