Capítulo 32: Kiganjō
Before them stood a giant whose exaggerated physique was so imposing it made others instinctively recoil.
Standing at over two meters tall, his body was layered with mountainous rolls of fat, straining against the front of his robe. His unkempt, boar-like stubble melded into his hair, creating a savage and untamed appearance. The grotesque features of his face bore no compassion or pity, only malformed lumps of flesh that radiated an eerie menace.
Beneath his upturned pig-like nose, two horn-like protrusions jutted out from his lips—an anatomical anomaly that defied comprehension.
His double chin, reminiscent of an overfed domestic pig, bulged out with an unsettling fullness that could make even a casual observer feel a wave of nausea.
His tiny, bean-like eyes brimmed with lazy disdain as they swept over the surroundings until they finally revealed an expression of contempt.
"Don't you dare show me that disgusting smile. I hate it more than anything... Seriously, how many people have to die before you idiots learn your lesson?"
His calm tone carried words that sent chills down spines.
The sight of the haori on his back, signifying his rank as a Captain, instantly drained the color from everyone's faces.
This was no joke.
The man standing before them was the Captain of the 11th Division.
The previously arrogant members of the 11th Division emitted bizarre wails of fear. They dropped to their knees, pleading as if their lives depended on it.
"C-Captain! We were just doing what you wanted!"
"It's his fault! It's all because of him!"
Huh?!
Seiya Arima froze momentarily.
This was trouble he had absolutely no intention of being dragged into. His first instinct was to back away and distance himself from the chaos.
But before he could retreat, an intense, scalding sensation stopped him in his tracks.
"Hm?"
A low, puzzled grunt escaped the mountain-like man as his gaze finally shifted onto Seiya.
His eyes carried a palpable weight, like a physical force pressing down on Seiya, causing sweat to bead on his palms.
This isn't good.
Escape was no longer an option. Seiya could feel the man's eyes locked onto him, as if the entire tavern had disappeared, leaving only the two of them.
It's just me left now?!
The waitress in Seiya's arms clung to him desperately, tears streaming down her face like a drowning person clutching a lifeline.
"Please, I beg you, save me…"
Hey, calm down! I might not even be able to save myself right now...
Before Seiya could respond, an unnervingly loud and labored breathing sound echoed in his ears.
Though there were still seven or eight meters between them, the man's foul breath, reeking of rotting organs, wafted unmistakably toward Seiya.
The giant took a step forward, and the ground trembled beneath his massive weight.
As the gap between them closed, his overwhelming presence grew even more oppressive.
Looking up at the towering figure, Seiya couldn't stop himself from swallowing hard.
This was the first time he had truly "faced" a Captain-level individual.
Sure, he'd seen Captains before, but they had no hostility toward him, so he'd never experienced this kind of crushing pressure.
"You…"
The man loomed over him, staring down with an intensity that made Seiya's breath catch.
"You're wearing shihakusho. So why aren't you wearing a division badge? Do you have no sense of organization or discipline?"
…Huh?
This wild, terrifying man actually cares about something like that?
The man crouched slightly, his posture reminiscent of a silverback gorilla. His sheer size made the waitress tremble uncontrollably.
"Not going to answer? Hey, are you looking down on me?"
"Or is it that you don't recognize this uniform? That doesn't make sense, right? Are all you young ones this clueless these days?"
"Kid, are you saying you don't even acknowledge me, Kiganjō Kenpachi?"
"Kenpachi. That's right, Kenpachi! Do you even understand what that name means?"
The man raised his right hand, extending his thumb and pointing it at his own face.
"I crushed the previous useless fool and took this title. That means I'm the strongest. Got it, kid?"
Though Seiya had never met him before, the name triggered a reaction in his mind.
Kiganjō Kenpachi.
Now I remember… The title of Kenpachi can only be claimed by defeating the current holder, creating a unique lineage of battle-hardened warriors.
But among the history of Kenpachi, there have been exceptions.
Take, for example, the eighth-generation Kenpachi, Tsunayashiro Soya.
His imprisonment for unauthorized modifications of Rukongai residents led to a break in tradition. The ninth-generation Kenpachi wasn't chosen through combat but through succession by his lieutenant, Gosuke, making him an unusual Kenpachi.
Though Seiya couldn't recall Kiganjō's face or specific deeds, he vaguely remembered his reputation—a savage from Rukongai who exploited the system to claim the title.
In other words, he'd gotten lucky.
Still, this much was clear: the Gotei 13's ethos was simple—origins, morality, or intentions didn't matter. If you could fight, you were in.
That said, someone who could defeat a lieutenant in direct combat wasn't to be underestimated.
A direct confrontation would be unwise.
As Seiya calculated his options, Kiganjō's expression twisted into one of disdain, clearly dissatisfied with Seiya's lack of reaction.
"What's this… Can't even speak? Seriously, what's wrong with young people today? No skills, no manners. It's pathetic."
Kiganjō's massive hand reached toward Seiya, palm open as if to help him up.
"Get up. Sitting on the ground like that is disgraceful."
Staring at the coarse, hairy, inhumanly large hand before him, Seiya froze.
Is this guy really this reasonable?
Or have I completely misjudged him based on his appearance?
Maybe he's crude and obnoxious, but at least on some level, he might still be… normal.
Before Seiya's thoughts could fully form, every hair on his body stood on end.
Something was very wrong.
Kiganjō maintained his blank, unshaken expression, but his hand suddenly flipped over, palm open as it swung straight for Seiya's face.
So fast! Dodge—!
Bang!
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