New Life, New Beginning | Sequel to the Misfortune Champion

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"You sure you don't feel like splitting it out? Eh, Madarame Ikkaku-kun?" Kurotsuchi said, looking at the now awaken Ikkaku who is lying on a sick bed, looking away from the madman. "Why don't you say something?"

"Please stop, 12th Division Taichou-sama!" Kurotsuchi look behind him, seeing a female staff standing near the door, looking worried. "Much semi-hostile acts are strictly forbidden inside the stat-"

"Silence!" The Taichou blasted a hole atop of the staff, flinching her away.

"Mayuri-sama."

"You're annoying me, too, Nemu. Just shut up. Do you want to be taken apart again?"

"Aye, sir. My apologies."

Ikkaku rolls his eyes. "Nothing to spit out." Kurotsuchi look at him. "I don't know anything. Not the Ryoka's goal, not their destination, not where the last Kurotaiyo is you have been looking for. Nothing."

"Then what? Even though you crossed swords with one of the Ryoka first hand, you just got beat down and came back without a single piece of information, is that it?"

"That's exactly right." Then, the face on Kurotsuchi began to irritates. "What's more, I didn't see the face, not hear the voice, of the enemy." Ikkaku bluntly said, not even caring the fact he is angering a Taichou next to him. "So there isn't anything at all I can tell you."

"Very well." Then, Kurotsuchi's hand turns into something thah looks like a zombie's skin. "Then you'll receive appropriate punishment for your failure!"

Just before he could stab Ikkaku, a hand grabs his wrist, and his eyes glance behind his back. "This is a surprise. Since when do you have the authority to pass judgement on men from other Divisions, Kurotsuchi?"

"Zaraki..."

Kurotsuchi growls and scoffed, and force the eyepatch Taichou's hand away from his wrist, brushing his hand. "Since the Taichou's here, there's no choice. No reason for me to go out of my way to interrogate him of where this last Kurotaiyo is. We'll part ways for now." Then, the mad scientist walk out of the room.

"We're going, Nemu. Don't dawdle, you imbecile."

"Hai."

As Zaraki watch the two of the 12th Division walk away, he turn his attention at Ikkaku. "Taichou." He sighs in relief.

"Yo. You sure got knocked around, Ikkaku."

"You came just to see me?"

"No, that's not it." Then, Yachiru pop up from Kenpachi's left shoulder. "We just got lost." She said, and Ikkaku look at her in surprise.

"You were here too, Fukutaichou?"

"It was a random coincidence that we came here, but we were worried. Are you okay, Q-ball?" Yachiru said cutely.

"I told you to quit using that nickname, kusogaki!"

"Then, Q-Q-ball?"

"He can hear you, dammit!"

"Q-Q-Q-ball!"

"I heard. They said you lost." Zaraki said, all the comical tension vanished and Ikkaku nodded.

"I am very sorry. I returned even though I know it is a total shame to survive a defeat."

"Is it the Kurotaiyo that defeats you?"

"No, it was one of his companions."

"Is he strong?"

"He is strong. Outwardly, he looks like a Shinigami. Shihakusho, long spiky orange hair, a hilt-less, guard-less sword as tall as he is. His destination is the Senzaikyu, cell four-deep."