Sakura engaged with Unohana’s ghost—a tactical echo, not a real fighter. But Sakura’s ground-shattering punch cratered the battlefield, forcing Ichigo to jump.

As the rift closed for the final time, Sakura muttered, “Does that count as a draw or a victory?”

“Fight,” it whispered with a thousand voices. “Give me more. More power. More death.”

“Third time’s the charm,” Kenpachi roared, and the battle began.

Kenpachi laughed, blood in his teeth. “Same time next month?”