C89 It Didn't Even Start

The shadow of death, like an invisible hand, swept over Zaraki Kenpachi's entire body.

Yamamoto Genryuusai stood amidst the tempest, a sip of wine seemingly able to rejuvenate him to youth.

In this moment, Zaraki Kenpachi's usual composure in the face of challenge had vanished.

With a swift tug, he removed his eyepatch, unleashing the spiritual pressure he had been suppressing within himself