The wind in District 80 didn’t blow—it howled.

It dragged dust across broken stone and rattled through the hollow remains of buildings that had long since forgotten what they were meant to be. Nothing grew here. Nothing softened the edges of this place. Even the air felt sharpened.

That was why he liked it.

Kenpachi Zaraki stood alone in the wasteland, grinning into the empty horizon. The bells woven into his hair chimed faintly as he tilted his head, listening—not for sound, but for pressure. For presence.

There.

A shift. Subtle. Wrong.

His grin widened.

“Oi,” he called out, voice carrying easily through the dead expanse. “You’ve been watching long enough.”

Silence answered him.

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I thought it'd be interesting if Kenpachi trained the user y'know? I really hope his writing is in character.