Before he finished speaking, the wind roared and the sword flashed.
A harsh buzz sounded in his ears, and Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils shrank sharply.
The attack of the man in front of me seems to be more fierce than before, but... isn't he not trying his best!?
The light and shadow were constantly intertwining at the extreme speed. The two Zanpakutos, one large and one small, drew dazzling shadows in the air. The spiritual pressure bursting out from the blades continuously slashed, leaving vicious lines on the surrounding buildings.
Mark of.
"Hey hey hahahaha——"
Madarame laughed wildly and kept swinging the blade.
Although the Zanpakutō in his hand can be described as 'slender' compared to Kurosaki Ichigo, the gap in combat experience allowed him to undoubtedly temporarily suppress Kurosaki Ichigo.
Yes, this is only temporary.
Even Madarame Ikkaku himself realized this, that's why he smiled.
Because this guy in front of me is so interesting.
He clearly looked like a combative rookie who could show off his abilities and didn't look like a warrior at all, but the opponent's reaction speed surprised him, and his growth rate was also astonishing. He seemed to have adapted to his own in a short period of time.
Attack, and from time to time, he can launch sharp counterattacks that give him a headache.
This skill... almost catches up with him!
"You are so ridiculous!"
For some reason, Kurosaki Ichigo felt inexplicably unhappy when he heard the guy in front of him laugh. He always felt like this guy was looking down on him again.
Just now, this guy actually used him as a foil? This is the first time he has seen such a narcissistic bald head!
"Boy! You are very good! You can almost compete with me! I am very curious. You are obviously a rookie. To say that you rely on 'instinct' seems to be too flattering to you, so - who is your teacher?"
Madarame's attack continued unabated.
"Stop it!"
Ichigo Kurosaki curled his lips disdainfully, with a look of displeasure on his face, "I don't know if that guy is my teacher, he only taught me fighting skills for ten days! How about it?! How long have you been practicing like a bald ass? Even me
Can’t catch up even in ten days!?”
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha--"
After hearing this, Madarame Ikkaku laughed instead of getting angry. He laughed and continued to slash. He was obviously holding an extremely fragile-looking Zanpakutō, but he used it even more brutally than the giant blade in Kurosaki Ichigo's hand.
.
The fierce offensive seemed to completely abandon defense and focus only on offense. For a moment, Kurosaki Ichigo was completely suppressed by this terrifying momentum.
"Boy, stop being so arrogant! I just complimented you a few times. Do you really think you are very powerful?"
"You call that a compliment!? Bastard baldhead!"
"##!! I said yes! Appreciate it, you brat!"
Madarame stepped away with a wild laugh and raised his other hand, which was the scabbard of his Zanpakuto.
"I heard that you can be taught like this in ten days, so who is that guy?"
"His name is Urahara Kisuke. What?"
Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes became more wary when he saw the change in his opponent's posture.
He was different now from when he fought with Abarai Renji. He already knew that the Shinigami could only show his true strength after calling out his Zanpakutō's name.
In other words, the bald man in front of me didn't use all his strength before.
"!?"
Upon hearing this name, the smile on Madarame's face instantly froze.
A figure full of oppression appeared in his memory. It was Urahara Kisuke who was wearing the captain's haori when he was still the captain.
But soon, he grinned again, "That's it, it's him!"
"What? Do you know that guy?"
Kurosaki Ichigo frowned.
However, Madarame Ikkaku did not answer, but the aura on his body suddenly turned aside, and his spiritual pressure suddenly rose.
"In this case... if I kill you hastily, it would be too rude to him."
As he spoke, he slammed the raised scabbard against the hilt of Zanpakuto 1 and spliced the two together.
"Grow longer! Kitomaru!"
As the liberation language was chanted, the scabbard and the entire sword instantly merged into one, and the original Japanese sword turned into a weapon like a spear.
"gun!?"
Kurosaki Ichigo thought the same thing when he first saw this weapon.
He took a few steps back cautiously, because he knew without thinking that Changqiao's attack range was farther than the blade in his hand, and he would be stabbed if he didn't stand farther away.
However, he didn't seem to react. Once he distanced himself, he couldn't attack the opponent.
"Ha! Are you scared? But I don't have time to surprise you now! Ichigo!"
Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo subconsciously retreating, the smile on Madarame's face became even bigger.
A rookie is indeed a rookie.
"I'm about to get fucked! Don't make mistakes!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward suddenly. Holding the long-handled weapon, he no longer slashed as before, but completely changed to a straight stabbing attack.
Faced with the sudden change in the offensive, Kurosaki Ichigo felt a little embarrassed for a while, but it was not impossible to cope with it.
"Who are you looking down on!?"
He kept using the Zanpakutō in his hand to deflect the opponent's stabs, and a smile appeared on his face, "With this distance, I can see your attacks clearly! How could you miss it!?"
"Ha. You are wrong!"
A strange smile appeared on Madarame's face, as if his evil plan had succeeded.
"What?"
Looking at the smile on the other person's face, Kurosaki Ichigo was slightly startled.
He immediately realized something was wrong, but his reaction was too late.
"Split it, Kitomaru!"
Following Madarame Ikkaku's call, the shape of the spear-like Zanpakuto changed again.
"jingle--"
The sound of chains colliding sounded, and the spear that was originally integrated suddenly split into three sections connected by chains!
"That's what I mean when I say 'don't look away'!"
Madarame Ikkaku laughed wildly, and the hand holding the Zanpakutō slightly pulled horizontally. The Zanpakutō that was originally thrust out suddenly changed its direction, because the sudden change in shape made the attack trajectory unpredictable.
puff--
A hideous wound instantly appeared on Kurosaki Ichigo's right arm holding the sword. His arm suddenly lost strength and the Zanpakutō fell to the ground.
"Haha. How about it, boy!?"
Madarame looked at Ichigo Kurosaki's embarrassed appearance and did not pursue the victory, but began to taunt again, "My Oni Toumaru is not a gun! It is a three-section stick! It hurts, right!? Is your hand connected with a knife now?"
Can’t hold it anymore!?”
"..."
Ichigo Kurosaki ignored the other party's taunts, silently picked up Zangetsu, and wrapped his own arm with the bandage originally wrapped around the knife's handle to fix the injured hand and the knife's handle together.
"Okay," after doing all this, he raised his head and looked at Madarame in front of him, "You Shinigami are really despicable. Not only do you carry wound medicine with you, but you also use this method to attack."
"Humph, you know nothing, this is called wisdom!"
Madarame Ikkaku retorted.
"It doesn't matter, the rest has just begun."
boom--
Before he finished speaking, Kurosaki Ichigo's figure disappeared from where he was.
Madarame noticed that the person in front of him had disappeared, and suddenly felt a dangerous aura falling from the sky, and subconsciously ducked sideways.
The Zanpakutō with violent spiritual pressure fell suddenly, creating a ferocious crack in the high wall behind him.
"Is this your power? Kid."
Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but have a ferocious smile on his face again.
That's what makes it interesting! If he was solved so easily by himself, how could he be that man's disciple?
"What are you talking about? This is just a warm-up."
Kurosaki Ichigo turned his head expressionlessly, and blood continued to drip down the wound on his temple. However, this time he did not wipe it with his hands, but allowed the blood to stain his eye red.
The blood-red pupils revealed a fierce fighting spirit.
"It's about time you couldn't hold the knife!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised the Zangetsu in his hand and pointed it at the enemy in front of him.
"hehe……"
Hearing this, Madarame waved his hand and felt the three-knuckle stick chuckle, "You are very arrogant. Ichigo."
"Where do you get your confidence!?"
The unpredictable blade came to Kurosaki Ichigo again.
Kurosaki Ichigo stared intently at the three-section stick with a blade at the end, trying to see clearly its dancing trajectory.
But unfortunately, with the vibration of Madarame Ikkaku's arm, every time Kurosaki Ichigo saw the trajectory clearly, the trajectory began to change again the next moment.
"Too slow! Too slow! Ichigo!"
Madarame stepped forward excitedly.
The attack moves have changed again. The spear is standing at a certain distance and constantly piercing, but the three-section stick is different. It can be used near or far and is more flexible.
Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes locked on his blade, he couldn't help laughing.
"If you only care about the blade, you will suffer big losses!"
As he spoke, he held the front two sections of the stick to block Kurosaki Ichigo's Zanpakutō, got closer, and then moved the last section of the stick towards Kurosaki Ichigo's head.
boom--
Judging from the feel, the long stick definitely hit the target, and Kurosaki Ichigo was indeed knocked away by the powerful force.
Seeing this scene, a calm smile appeared on Madarame's face, "How about it!? Are you just a tough talker? Oni Toumaru's attacks are ever-changing, you really can't keep up with them as a rookie, right?"
"Oh? Is that really true?"
Ichigo Kurosaki stood up slowly and sneered.
"!?"
Madarame suddenly looked at Kurosaki Ichigo's hand.
What fell from the slowly opening hand was... the red tassel hanging from the end of his Zanpakutō.
This kid, when he blocked the blow with his hand, he also pulled out his hair!?
No, it's more than that.
Madarame glanced sharply at the end of the Oni Toumaru.
Not only was the red tassel pulled out, but there were also signs of cracks at the end of the long stick.
Although his Kitomaru did give up defense in exchange for powerful attack power, he was able to block and damage Kitomaru with just his arms...
This kid is a little too outrageous, right?
"I've almost figured out your way."
Kurosaki Ichigo lightly patted the dust on his body, a smile appeared on his face, "Next, you have to take it up!"
With that said, Kurosaki Ichigo's figure disappeared from the sight of Madarame, who was stunned.
"So fast!" Madarame's eyes showed a bit of horror.
Could it be that this kid has been hiding his strength before?
Or... he has completed his 'growth' in a short period of time!?
Seeing that the Zanpakutō was close at hand, all Madarame Ikkaku could do in time was to raise Kitomaru to defend himself.
But he seems to have forgotten one thing, that is, what his Kidenmaru is worst at is defense...
Click——
puff--
There was a crisp cracking sound, and then blood spurted out.
Oni Toumaru snapped in response, and then a hideous wound appeared on Madarame's chest.
"Damn..." Madarame gasped, looking at the scars on his chest in surprise and couldn't help cursing secretly.
He was too careless. He could break his Zanpakutō and be injured like this by such a brat...
"But...I can still hold the sword!"
As he spoke, the smile on his face became more ferocious, he held the broken Kitomaru in his hand and said with a ferocious expression, and walked step by step in the direction of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Tick-tock——
Blood dripped continuously.
It turns out that not everyone is as durable as Ichigo Kurosaki.
The characteristics of a Zanpakutō are often determined by the characteristics of its owner. Madarame Ikkaku itself is similar to his Oni Toumaru and belongs to the type of high-defense paper defense.
"call--"
"How is it possible...that it's over like this!?"
Although he looked terrifying, Madarame Ikkaku was already out of breath before taking two steps.
"You want me to be unable to hold the sword!? Unless you cut off my hands and feet! There is no other way!"
"Put away your sword."
Kurosaki Ichigo frowned and looked at Madarame Ikkaku, who was even more showy than himself.
The outcome has been decided, and there is no point in continuing to fight.
He came here just to save Rukia.
"I do not want."
Madarame waved the Oni Toumaru in his hand with a stubborn look on his face.
"What do you mean you don't want to!? The outcome has been decided! You should know very well! You have already lost!"
Facing the oncoming Madarame Ikkaku, Kurosaki Ichigo tightened his grip on his Zanpakutō.
To be honest, he actually doesn't hate the 'narcissistic idiot' in front of him. After what happened at the Dandanfang, he knows that the 'Reaper' in Soul Society does not seem to be as 'ruthless' as he imagined.
Like Rukia... Even though she is a 'God of Death', most people should be able to live in harmony with her. Guys as ruthless as the hedgehog-headed man and the man with facial paralysis should be in the minority.
(Abarai Renji:???
Kuchiki Byakuya:……)
"What are you talking about...boy!"
A crazy smile appeared on Madarame's face, "Since you have come to the battlefield, you should know... The outcome of victory or defeat is only life or death! I, Madarame's third seat, Madarame, am not... a coward who will bow his head here!
"
With that said, Madarame Ikkaku dragged his seriously injured body and used his last strength to launch a final fierce attack on Kurosaki Ichigo.
"..."
Kurosaki Ichigo looked silently at the idiot who came by.
"Is this so? In your opinion... the only outcome is life and death? Stupid!
They are so stubborn at every turn! These guys... what do they think of their lives!?
You want me, a high school student, to help you understand the battlefield? What are you thinking!?
All I know is that here - victory or defeat is determined by me!
Why? Because you can’t beat me! So I have the final say!”