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On Ulquiorra and Zaraki's side, the moment Goji appeared and erased Yammy was felt by the two of them.

But they reacted in absolutely the same way.

None of them even turned to take a look.

The reasons though were completely different.

When Ulquiorra had used his Resurreccion he had expected that he would easily dispatch Zaraki. But the surprise was that, while he was indeed stronger at the start, the more the fight went on the more dangerous the situation became.

He was still able to beat down Zaraki but it went without a doubt that this wouldn't last long.

As such he couldn't afford to be distracted even for a slightest instant.

For Zaraki, the reason was far simpler.

He was having the time of his life and he didn't care about Gojo appearing.

As long as he didn't interfere in his fight he couldn't care less about anything else.

He just wanted to fight.

But at the same time, a faint feeling of frustration begins to build up.

'This is not enough!'

In the back of his mind, he could feel that Gojo had become even stronger.

This frustrated him so much.

Not because he was jealous of Gojo's strength.

But simply because at his current level he could pose no threats to Gojo and fighting would be meaningless.

His fight with Gojo was the best until now.

It was like having a feast in a five-star restaurant.

Since then all the other fights had been tasteless. Not even worthy of being called junk food.

He wanted to eat in the five-star restaurant again and for that, he needed a higher income.

A really much higher one.

“Sisi-looking bastard! Is this all you got!? Is it how I am supposed to feel despair!?”

Zaraki knew that he could become much much stronger if he fought to the death against a powerful opponent.

In the past, this used to scare him. After all, once he became too strong how would he be able to enjoy fighting?

But now he knew that this worry was useless.

As long as Gojo existed, then he never had to worry about such things.

He could become stronger without a care in the world.

But, would it be enough?

He remembered how Gojo and even Unohana fought.

They never really fought alone but with the help of their sword.

A shinigami could only be truly perfect when using the power of his sword.

He could feel the sword in his hand trembling as if crying in excitement.

This was also the first time Gojo had such a clear idea about what his sword might be feeling.

Zaraki felt complicated.

But he did not reject the power that was slowly awakening.

‘So this was it.’

The moment he realized this simple truth, he suddenly felt so dumb.

How many years had he wasted like this?

“Hey…You should give your all now. Otherwise, you won’t have a second chance.”

Ulquiorra who had ignored Zaraki’s earlier outburst couldn’t help but feel a cold shiver. He could feel that Zaraki was now like a sleeping beast that was slowly awakening from its slumber.

The aura around him had calmed down, but this made Ulquiorra hesitate even more. He could understand that this seemingly calm sea hides tumultuous tides.

The rising spiritual pressure was a proof of how powerful he was becoming in real-time.

‘How is it possible?’

Was it even possible for someone to grow so much, so fast?

For the first time, Ulquiorra realized that he might die if he continued to hold back.

Once a lull fell in the battlefield, Ulquiorra looked at Zaraki.

“If not counting Aizen-sama, you are certainly the strongest being I ever faced.”

Ulquiorra did not mention Barragan. An old fossil who could not forget his time of glory.

Ulquiorra was sure that if the two fought, even if he had to sacrifice a little bit, he would still come out of as the victor.

But there was no such illusion when fighting Aizen. The only result he could see was defeat.

Even if he used that form.

Hearing his praise, Zaraki scoffed,

“You Espada are like baby who never left their home. Thinking that the home is the whole world. You can’t understand how scary the outside can really be.”

Zaraki had faced the Espada and the Arrancar and he was honestly not particularly impressed.

He didn’t know how powerful the #3 was, but still, since the #2 was here he could make a rough calculation.

“If you guys fight the Seireitei, then the only one who could pose danger is your leader Aizen. Without him, a few captains would be more than enough to end you most of you.

Ulquiorra did not respond. But simply released a sigh,

“Let me teach you…The difference between the two us.”

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The wind stirred as the spiritual pressure of Ulquiorra rose like a rocket.

Zaraki was first surprised before a smile full of glee appeared on his face. He had finally grasped the power of the companion in his hand or at least a small part of it.

It was necessary for him to warm up a little now.

The aura of Ulquiorra continued to grow, putting everyone Zaraki had fought aside Gojo and Unohana, to shame.

But Zaraki showed no fear. Only Excitement.

When the transformation finally stopped, the elegant Ulquiorra was nowhere to be seen.

What replaced him was a true devil worthy of hell.



<<Resurreccion: Segunda Etapa>>

Clenching his fist, Ulquiorra looked down on Zaraki, “This a power I have hidden until now. Not even Aizen-Sama same knows about it. Now then, this opportunity is quite hard to come by. Amuse me.”

Zaraki laughed out loud, “Perfect! You are completely perfect to inaugurate the first fight with my sword in hand. Your blood will be the perfect offering.

Grinning, Zaraki did something that he has never once done; Something that all the members of the Soul Society would pay to see.

After all, for the first time,

“Drink! Nozarashi! [1]”

Zaraki Kenpachi called the name of his sword.



[1]: Weather Beaten