Chapter 241: Battlefield And Healing

As Zaraki's excitement grew, his spiritual pressure surged uncontrollably, swelling like a raging tide. The immense golden energy, brimming with a savage aura of bloodlust, exploded outward, centered on Zaraki. The jagged-edged Zanpakutō in his grasp transformed into the fangs and claws of a wild beast, cutting down anyone who dared stand in his way.

The friction of blades against flesh...

The clash of swords against bone...

In this moment, Zaraki felt the long-lost exhilaration of battle since joining the Gotei 13.

Though his opponents were far from equals, this unrestrained carnage—free from the burdens of extraneous concerns—allowed the beast within Zaraki to unleash itself fully.

"Ahahaha... Come! Strike me down! Keep coming!"

Amid Zaraki's wild laughter, the members of the Eleventh Division threw themselves at him with unyielding determination.

To many, Zaraki's overwhelming power seemed like an insurmountable chasm. Yet...

The essence of the Eleventh Division was battle itself—a legacy of bloodshed passed down since its founding captain. Battle did not discriminate in choosing opponents.

If anything, the chance to face an overwhelmingly superior enemy only heightened the excitement for these warriors.

"So this is the strength of Captain Zaraki..."

"To face this power directly..."

"To revere it, then challenge it!"

From Yachiru's perspective, it was as if the raw instincts of each fighter were igniting and clashing against one another.

"Ken-chan's instincts are awakening—how wonderful!"

Yachiru's innocent eyes sparkled with delight as she murmured to herself:

"Thank you so much, Makoto-nii. Thanks to you, Ken-chan can fully indulge himself and rediscover his instincts."

"Makoto-nii, when will you unleash your own primal instincts? I'm so looking forward to it!"

"Makoto-nii, Yachiru loves you the most! Especially your dormant instinct—I can't resist them. Hurry and unleash them so we can play together!"

But Makoto, at this moment, had no attention to spare for Yachiru's musings. His entire focus was on maintaining the healing radius of his Zanpakutō, Shinro Bansho.

As Zaraki fully immersed himself in the chaos of combat, Makoto continuously sustained healing for over a hundred individuals simultaneously.

The soft green glow that lit up various corners of the training grounds seemed to envelop Zaraki, drenched in blood, in a verdant hue.

This sight left the Shinigami from other divisions, drawn by the commotion, in awe.

For Zaraki, as the Eleventh Division's captain, effortlessly slaughtering his own division in training was expected. However, Makoto's ability to heal such a vast number of injured combatants so swiftly was nothing short of astounding.

Even with Makoto's rising prominence as the Fourth Division's Vice-Captain, few could have anticipated that his Zanpakutō would demonstrate such unparalleled healing capabilities—capable of treating over a hundred gravely injured individuals at once.

To this point, nearly every member of the Eleventh Division had been struck down by Zaraki, yet not a single death occurred.

Though Zaraki had held back slightly to avoid splitting his subordinates in two, this still underscored the staggering efficiency of Makoto's battlefield healing.

"Truly an awe-inspiring ability," remarked Sajin Komamura, the towering Seventh Division captain, his deep voice steady as he stood clad in his captain's haori. His face remained obscured by a mask.

"Vice-captain Senju's efforts alone rival those of ten medical unit combined."

In Komamura's eyes, such a statement was the highest praise for a healer. After all, medical units consisted of the elite healers of the Fourth Division, trained for battlefield medical support. The current Fourth Division lacked the manpower to maintain ten full units.

In other words, to Komamura, Makoto's contribution alone equaled the entire Fourth Division's current capacity.

Standing beside him, Kaname Tōsen, captain of the Ninth Division, crossed his arms and commented calmly:

"Komamura, Makoto is merely a Vice-captain. Such praise overestimates him, especially with Captain Unohana still within the Fourth Division."

"No..."

At that moment, another figure joined the conversation. With his hand tipping the brim of his wide straw hat, Shunsui Kyōraku, captain of the 8th Division, appeared, dressed in his signature pink haori.

"While Captain Unohana is undoubtedly the pinnacle of healing in the Soul Society, in terms of sheer battlefield efficiency, Vice-captain Senju currently surpasses all others."

Kyoraku's eyes, a mix of weariness and wisdom, fixated on Makoto.

"Even Unohana's Shikai, Minazuki, cannot simultaneously treat hundreds of wounded. Vice-captain Senju's Zanpakutō might very well be the strongest healing-type Zanpakutō in the Soul Society."

"The strongest healing-type Zanpakutō?"

The weight of Kyoraku's words hung in the air, stirring subtle displeasure in Tōsen's expression.

Although the statement was not intended to disparage anyone, it undeniably elevated Makoto's reputation within the Seireitei.

Kyoraku, perceptive as ever, caught the flicker of irritation on Tōsen's face.

"Strange," Kyoraku mused internally. "Is this mere disapproval, or is there a deeper reason for Tōsen's reaction?"

As the captain of the Eight Division and one of Yamamoto's trusted informants, Kyoraku was inherently cautious, especially following the events of the Hollowfication incident. Both Yamamoto and Kyoraku remained wary of the new captains.

However, Komamura firmly nodded and declared solemnly:

"I agree with Captain Kyōraku. Vice-captain Senju's actions reflect the gentle heart of an exemplary healer. He is truly a remarkable individual."

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