Alive!

*FLASH BANG*

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*Ziii...Zii...Zii*

Kenpachi's eyes suddenly opened wide, perspiration running across the face, and a jolt to the nervous system causing his muscles to constrict for a bit.

"Haaaaaa… ooo... haaaaa… ooo... haaa…" Air started to quickly ventilate his lungs. It looked like he came out of a nightmare.

'What happened to me?'

Kenpachi Zaraki, he unknowingly came into the reality of a different world.

Kenpachi had a large physique that is currently laying against the walls of a back alley. The body was toned, it had a large scar running diagonally within the middle of his torso, he was wearing a torn white haori over black clothes, his hairstyle was quite exotic that looks kind of like a porcupine but with bells on end, there was a black eye patch on his right eye and lastly, he was were wearing black socks and a pair of sandals.

The first things he saw were crates, boxes and barrels congested to one of the corners of the back alleys and 3 hooligans surrounding him with dangerous weapons.

He slowly stood up and bend over a little to sweep the dust from his clothes with his hands.

"Kekekekeke… what do we have here?..." Mountain Bandit Bob licked his lips.

"Oi big guy… Do you have any money with you?" Mountain Bandit Leader Higuma grinned his teeth revealing crooked yellow teeth.

"Kekekekekeke…" Mountain Bandit George grinned and smacked their beer belly.

The three thugs were quite small in comparison to Kenpachi's 2.02 meter tall stature.

He never expected to appear in front of 3 men.

Mountain Bandit George was a skinny man with a witch-like nose, grinning his eccentric black teeth and has protruding stomach resembling that of a beer belly. He is also wearing a white turban, white t-shirt and black pants and holding onto a scimitar pointing towards Aoki ready to rob him from top to bottom.

Mountain Bandit Bob was a large man with a fat snout nose wearing a white turban, white t-shirt and black pants grinning his golden teeth and holding onto a flintlock pistol.

Mountain Bandit Leader Higuma, an average man who doesn't seem to have a turban, indicates that he is the leader of this group of three.

"Hah?!"

Kenpachi then looked at the three thugs like mere ants.

"What? I didn't hear anything… Did you guys hear anything?"

"Nope captain, George, did you hear anything?"

"Kekekekeke… I didn't hear anything from this guy… Is he a mute?"

Kenpachi did not tolerate anyone looking down at him. Blue veins started to course through his forehead and ready to burst. He leaked a little of his bloodlust which happened to alert the nearby townsmen.

A Marine that was silently gazing and observing across like a panopticon on top of a tall building's roof sensed something amidst.

The three thugs were frightened like kittens in front of a wolf. They thought that they could scare the big guy in front of them but were suddenly the ones who were scared.

The leader ran with his tail between his legs…

The beer belly mountain bandit shot with his flintlock towards air molecules and stopping just before it landed Kenpachi's chest.

The skinny mountain bandit also ran as if he saw a monster...

Kenpachi impulsively rushed towards each of them at high speeds. He cleanly decapitates their heads with his Zanpakuto like fruit ninjas.

The scent of fresh blood courses through the vicinity and into the nose of nearby townsmen.

A pregnant lady holding onto a fruit basket who saw the bloody scene had a face aghast. She screamed.

"A PIRATE!"

The civilians were alerted by the sudden alarm from a lady screaming out impulsively.

They panicked, a basket of fruits dropped by a pregnant lady while she was running. A homeless child picking up the dropped fruits and sprinting away. An old lady getting trampled upon by the horde of townsmen running away.

However, someone sitting on top of a roof was staring at the direction of the attraction looking aloof, calm and composed.

A man with white wavy hair, two cigars on either ends of his mouth, a nice pair of black shades, a large thick white and blue marine specialist jacket unbuttoned exposing his chest, green fur outlining the jacket's neck, wrist and hem, brown gloves, navy pants with a brown belt across the waist line, brown leathered boots and a sea-stone tipped gray jitte on his back.

"Puuuuuuh"

"This smells of a dangerous being" The Marine was now coming towards Kenpachi.

That's right, he was a marine officer and a commander of the G-5 Marine Base, White Hunter Smoker.

A name derived from his Logia type Devil fruit, Smoke and his pursuit of fighting justice.

He was sitting on top of a tall building's roof looking aloof until he saw an oppressive pressure coming from the back alleyways behind him.

He went ahead to investigate.

The distance between Kenpachi and Smoker was approximately 100 meters. So before Kenpachi knew it, he had been caught by him in a matter of seconds.

Two individuals standing close to each other, a mere 2 metres apart.

Kenpachi stands facing towards the back alley's wall and does a little head turn to his right to see who is behind him.

Smoker was sitting on top of a nearby barrel slouching forward, one knee up and one hand tugging that knee towards him.

Smoker takes out the two cigars from his mouth onto the tip of his fingers.

"Puaaaaaaahhh"

Kenpachi and Smoker looked at each other with stern and grim looks.

The mood was quite tranquil and stagnant, yet the tension between the two had caused the air to become thick.

The first to initiate the conversation was Smoker.

"Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

Kenpachi then positions his body facing towards a figure that he judges to be worthy of his name.

"11th Squad Captain, Kenpachi Zaraki" He grins a little.

"11th Squad Captain? Hmmm~" Smoker on the other hand was quite relaxed, a little arrogant. He also raises his left brow when Kenpachi mentions '11th Squad Captain' as he hasn't heard this title ever.

But Smoker subsequently looks at the dead corpses with an affirmation nod.

Smoker took another smoke of his two cigars.

"Puuuuuuah"

He then walked up to try to identify the dead corpses. But before he can do such a thing.

*Dinggg*

*Sheeen*

A blade's edge scrapes across the jitte creating sparks of friction.

"What are you doing?" Smoker grabs his jitte with two hands tightly and applies more force to balance the overwhelming physical power from Kenpachi's relaxed one hand Zanpakuto.

"Is there a reason to fight strong people?" Kenpachi glares down at Smoker fiercely and grins contagiously.

The two individuals step back to take their stances.

He puts back his sea-stone tipped jitte.

"Smoke Bullets"

He locks his finger on Kenpachi and starts shooting rapid smoke bullets with enough firepower as enhanced flintlock bullets.

*P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-PEW*

Kenpachi looks at these incoming volleys of smoke bullets with some delight. He unbuttons his white haori to reveal his chest.

"Lets see if these bullets can land a hit on me"

The smoke bullets just dissipated quite unexpectedly.

It felt like a wind breeze for Kenpachi.

Smoker then looks at Kenpachi with a face filled with unacknowledgement.

"How? What did you just do?"

Kenpachi stares at Smoker in disappointment and says in a depressed tone.

"Tch, is this all you got"

"I'm just getting started"

Smoker rotates his waist 45 degrees to the right, leans his right shoulder back and then rotates them quite vigorously…

"Take this…"

"Smoke Cannon"

Smoker then twists back his waist and further to the left to enhance strength with this devastating blow upon Kenpachi then pushes the shoulders forward to propel the attack.

Kenpachi looks intrigued at this blow but doesn't want to counteract the hit.

*BOOOOOM*

He gets sent flying back to the back right corners that were filled with wooden boxes, crates and barrels.

Dust disperses across the back alleys, broken rubble consisting of wooden boxes, barrels, crates and stone walls collapses upon him.

Kenpachi digs the rubble sitting on top of him with ease and lifts up his body from the ground, he then wipes off his blood across the edges of his lips with the back of his left hand.

He grabs his Zanpakuto from the ground.

*Dinggg*

He stabs his Zanpakuto towards a non-vital spot around the waistline from the back of Smoker.

Kenpachi slowly takes out his Zanpakuto.

*Splat*

An outburst of crimson coloured cascade pours into a puddle of concentrated liquid beneath Smoker.

Smoker slowly staggers away from Kenpachi and leans his back upon the smooth surface of a wall which hadn't been affected.

"I'm a logia type user… ho-w did your attack damage me?"

Smoker said anxiously and quietly.

Smoker sweats profusely, he squints his eyes in pain and looks down in anguish, covers his wound with both of his palms.

"My tool can cut spiritual bodies and your interesting smoke-like characteristics happen to be under the same category"

*Sheeen*

Kenpachi walks away into the townsquare which was now empty.

*Screeeech*

The blade then gets dragged and scrapped across the cobblestone footpath underneath him and leans it on his right shoulder walking with style.