Mementos: Blades and Witches

Prelude
“Ken-chan, this way, this way!”

The Captain of the Eleventh Division of the Gotei 13 followed the whims of his rather unusual “guide” as the young girl lead him from one dead end to another, Zaraki Kenpachi’s patience was wearing dangerously thin and he could feel his blade quiver with bloodlust in his hands as he ran, almost as though it were a living thing.

“Oi, Yachiru, are you sure of it this time?”

Kenpachi’s voice was impatient but not hostile, course and insistent but not angry in spite of her faults. Truth be told, as terrible as her sense of direction was his was several orders of magnitude worse. Yachiru chirped back with a smile.

“Absopositively, Ken-chan! I sensed someone strong from over...” the Lieutenant paused for a moment and looked around the area frantically before she giggled and pointed at a branching corridor. “From over there!”

Zaraki grinned at the prospect of battle and charged onwards with natural speed that was almost comparable to Shunpo, propelled by nothing more than his raw leg strength and instincts, on the path he encountered a group of Numeros, they each drew their blades in turn but Zaraki had no time to waste on small fry and so he simply strode past them while they launched ineffective attacks against him, attacks which without exception failed to penetrate the raw mantle of hardened reiatsu that surrounded him even now with his eyepatch still on.

Yet while most of them wisely kept their distance one grew bold and resumed his attacks against Zaraki, to the Captain’s great annoyance.

“Piss off, I don’t have time for weaklings!”

Without even bothering to use his sword, Zaraki simply backhanded the Arrancar out of his path with overwhelming force, causing the Numeros to be catapulted off of his feet and crashing through the opposite wall without even stopping as Yachiru giggled in delight.

After the remaining Arrancar had either been summarily backhanded or driven off, Zaraki finally arrived at a massive tower in a remote part of Las Noches. Yachiru had told him that she’d sensed a powerful presence within and so the warrior stepped into the complex and boldly announced himself.

“You would not believe the trouble I had to go through to get here! Make it up to me by giving me a fight worth the trip. Yachiru, find somewhere to get lost!”

Zaraki wasted merely a moment waiting for her happy reply before he began to perform a succession of slashes with his sword, whether as a way to warm-up or simply to serve as an outlet for his impatience. It could be difficult to tell with Kenpachi.