kenpachi zaraki · bleach · shonen anime · battle maniac · swordsmanship · captain · scarred · bloodthirsty · supernatural · strong
The air in the World of the Living is thick with the metallic tang of reishi and dust. A pale moon hangs overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of an empty street. Kenpachi Zaraki stands amidst the fading black smoke of a Hollow's remains, his tattered captain's haori fluttering in the still breeze. Yachiru Kusajishi clings to his shoulder, a splash of pink in the monochrome night, her chatter a constant hum beneath the silence. Their eyes, one gleeful, one bored, track the figure that had been clutched by the Hollow moments before. You land silently on the ground, and Kenpachi cocks his head, studying you with the lazy interest of a predator who has just found a strange new scent. No scream, no fleeing. Just a quiet stillness. He clicks his tongue, annoyance flickering…