Bleach: The Invincible Slacker from Rukongai

Though the Visoreds possessed the powers of Hollows, they had a major flaw: their durability.

Once injured, they were usually out of the fight, making their battlefield presence unreliable at best. Their performance in actual combat had always been subpar.

To Uehara Shiroha, these Shinigami with Hollow masks were "fragile"—not completely worthless, but definitely not impressive.

Kenpachi Zaraki, however, was a different story entirely.

He might be the one true exception in the entire Gotei 13.

This guy wasn't just strong—his vitality bordered on inhuman. His defense was rock-solid, and worst of all, the more you beat him up, the stronger he got.

It was an ability that didn't sound impressive on paper—but in battle, it was infuriating.

You'd cut him down again and again, certain he was about to drop… and then he'd stand up, eyes shining, smile widening, and fight even harder than before.

That kind of relentless spirit was enough to break a person's will.

Even Gremmy Thoumeaux, the so-called strongest of Yhwach's Sternritter, was overwhelmed by this quality. Despite his reality-warping powers, Gremmy still lost to Kenpachi during the Thousand-Year Blood War.

Why?

Because Kenpachi was the ultimate wild card.

His power levels fluctuated wildly. You could never predict what he'd do next.

Both Aizen and Yhwach were deeply wary of him.

Aizen even went so far as to trap Kenpachi in Hueco Mundo with a carefully laid plan, just to keep him out of the way.

Yhwach, more methodical, classified Kenpachi as one of the six Special War Powers, tagging him specifically with the label: "Combat Power."

It wasn't just a compliment—it was a warning.

Even in terrible condition, Kenpachi could surpass his limits. The more desperate the situation, the stronger and crazier he became.

Just ask Tōsen Kaname.

He thought his Bankai, Suzumushi Tsuishiki: Enma Kōrogi, had fully sealed Kenpachi's senses and trapped him in a hopeless situation.

Who could have predicted that the one man to ignore all logic would fight on through pure madness and bloodlust—shattering the stalemate with raw strength?

Tōsen called it impossible. But Kenpachi made the impossible happen.

It was the ultimate proof of a classic truth: "The berserker is the strongest."

...Except that in Uehara Shiroha's world?

That was just a joke.

A so-called "strongest berserker" was still just one palm away from being flattened.

Even Kenpachi Zaraki—invincible in others' eyes—was laughably fragile to him.

Just like last time.

Shiroha calmly stepped forward and raised a hand.

With one simple movement, he vanished in a blur of Tenjin Shunpō.

In the next instant, he was directly in front of Kenpachi Zaraki—like space itself had bent around him.

Then came the palm.

A casual, almost lazy strike.

But the moment it connected, the air twisted. The Reiatsu surged outward with earth-shattering force.

Kenpachi, mid-swing, had no time to react.

His pupils shrank.

His sword froze.

Then—boom!—he was sent flying like a rag doll.

That absurd Reiatsu of his? It didn't help one bit.

That "unbreakable" body? It was like wet paper under Uehara's palm.

This time, Kenpachi came in fast—but flew out even faster.

He slammed into a towering rock pillar, his massive body embedding itself deep into the stone like a human wrecking ball.

And then…

Silence.

No movement.

Just like that, Zaraki Kenpachi, the infamous captain of the 11th Division, had been knocked unconscious like a baby taking a nap.

Ichigo Kurosaki gawked in disbelief, staring at the now-still figure stuck in the rock.

"Is... is Kenpachi okay?!"

His voice was shaken.

This was just a spar, right?

Why did it feel like a brutal execution?

Weren't they on the same side?!

And Uehara Shiroha… he was way too strong.

This wasn't a fight. It was a one-sided massacre.

No—calling it a fight was already generous.

Who would've thought that the same Kenpachi who once made Ichigo feel completely hopeless would be swatted into a cliff like a mosquito?

It was beyond ridiculous.

Hearing Ichigo's horrified question, Shiroha just shrugged.

"Dunno. Maybe he's dead."

His tone was indifferent, as if it wasn't a big deal.

To onlookers, it seemed like he'd gone too far—overdone it.

But Shiroha couldn't care less about what others thought.

Kenpachi brought this on himself.

If anyone else had dared swing a sword at him, they'd already have a grave overgrown with weeds.

Sure, Shiroha could defeat someone without hurting them.

That kind of finesse was nothing for him.

If he wanted to, he could've used his perfected White Album to instantly freeze Kenpachi into an "ice popsicle" and end the battle neatly.

But there was no need.

To the average observer, a peaceful ending where no one got hurt would seem ideal.

But for someone like Kenpachi?

That was hell.

Being frozen—powerless, unable to fight—was worse than death for him.

People misunderstood the situation because they assumed everyone thought like they did.

But that was the limit of mortal understanding.

Because of Kenpachi's unwavering spirit, Shiroha had shown him respect by using his palms instead of freezing him outright.

A double palm send-off was already a glorious burial. Most people weren't even worthy of that.

And Kenpachi? He still wasn't worthy of making Uehara draw his sword.

"Still not enough," Shiroha muttered. "Thanks for the workout, Kenpachi."

"Thanks, pretty boy!" Kusajishi Yachiru bowed cheerfully before vanishing in a flash step.

She zipped off toward the stone pillar where her beloved captain lay embedded.

Just like she expected, the battle had begun in an instant—and ended even faster.

Uehara Shiroha truly was an opponent worth getting excited about.

Meanwhile, Nel, who had finally recovered, looked up at the sky with sparkling eyes.

"Whoa! That guy flew so high!"

Her face lit up.

"Looks fun! Boss, I wanna try that next!"

With both of the strongest fighters flattened like pancakes, this was good news for her.

If even monsters like them were no match for Uehara Shiroha…

Then she'd definitely chosen the right boss to follow.

"Um, maybe I can help?" Orihime Inoue offered softly, looking in the direction Kenpachi had flown.

Her face was filled with concern.

Despite Kenpachi's violent tendencies, she remembered how he'd always pestered Ichigo for duels back in the Soul Society.

In her heart, he wasn't a bad person.

She just didn't understand why he was so obsessed with challenging Shiroha.

Why throw himself into a battle he couldn't possibly win?

It wasn't that Orihime looked down on Kenpachi.

It's just that Uehara Shiroha's power wasn't something that could be measured.

It was terrifying beyond description—on a completely different plane of existence.

When she had first encountered Aizen, Orihime felt as if her very spirit was being crushed. Her Reiatsu nearly collapsed, and even her abilities were suppressed.

It was like standing in front of a dragon.

But Shiroha?

He was worse.

Just brushing against his presence made her instincts scream in panic.

This was a power that could not be surpassed—an existence beyond all limits.

When faced with such power, Orihime couldn't even imagine fighting.

There was only one option: run.

No matter the reason, one should never become Uehara's enemy.

That truth had burned itself into her mind.

Grimmjow fought Ichigo because there was at least a chance—however slim—that he could win.

But Kenpachi?

Challenging Shiroha was like a mantis trying to stop a speeding train.

Pointless.

She was sure even Kenpachi knew that… but he still chose to fight anyway.

It wasn't a battle—it was suicide.

Orihime couldn't wrap her head around such meaningless persistence. That kind of obsessive competitiveness just didn't make sense.

But maybe… that's just what it meant to be a warrior.

She and Nel could only sense how strong Shiroha was—they didn't truly understand it.

All they had was a vague concept of his strength.

Awe.

Worship.

Fear.

Those were the only things they could feel in his presence.

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