Let's turn the time back to three days ago.
After Frank was defeated by Kenpachi, a black figure suddenly appeared and secretly took the seriously injured and dying Frank away.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a cave. The serious injury on his chest had been treated. He was wrapped in a thick white bandage and even had a cute bow.
The bow...
This familiar method of tying knots reminded Frank of a person.
When he turned his head, he saw Nemu sitting at the side, fiddling with something strange. From the looks of it, it was a white puppet in human form, but it looked a little strange.
"You finally woke up."
Sensing that the person behind him had woken up, Nemu clapped his hands and put down the humanoid puppet. He turned around and puffed his cheeks with his hands on his hips. He huffed, "Didn't I tell you not to fight with the captain death god and run away at the first time?"
"I want to run."
Frank pulled up a bitter smile, but because the action was too big to involve the wound on his chest, he was in pain and gasped, "When I meet the captain of 11th Division, I can't run away."
"Who told you to be so unlucky?"
Nemu curled the corner of his mouth and looked at Frank with pity: "However, it is already very lucky to meet Zaraki Kenpachi and still live. After all, the prey targeted by the beast will usually be mercilessly torn apart."
"It is indeed very lucky."
Frank breathed a sigh of relief.
The indomitable and heavy sword momentum, as if even the heaven and earth were cut open, the vast and endless golden sword light, the whole space and even the great air were trembling, just looking at it, it would feel like it was going to be torn apart.
The Beast... lives up to its name.
When fighting with Zaraki Kenpachi, that kind of terrifying crazy fighting spirit, even he, who has been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round, will inevitably feel a kind of horror from the soul.
"Nemu. Lod, what plans do you have?" Frank raised his hand.
Looking at the hand that was full of cracks, his eyes were a little blank. "I don't think that we alone have the ability to save Tony from those monsters."
"I don't know. Brother didn't tell me." Nemu shook his head and said, "Besides, it's not like you don't have a chance at all."
"Hehe. Don't comfort me."
Frank's face was bitter, and he sighed heavily. "Although it is a little self-praise, my strength among the seven people should be considered one of the strongest. Perhaps it is only second to the angry Hulk."
"About the same ---" Nemu did not deny this. He nodded and said, "After you broke out, Spiritual Power has broken through four ranks, and is the strongest among the seven people. Even if Hulk is angry, he won't be your opponent in a short time."
"And then?"
Frank's face was more bitter, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes: "Even if I use 'to perish together', I can't catch Zaraki Kenpachi's sword, let alone if it was someone else, what would be the outcome?"
From all the battlefields he had experienced until now, no matter how tragic the situation was, there was no present despair.
There was no hope of winning, despair from beginning to end was like a shadow, shrouded over his head, and there was no hope at all.
"Zaraki Kenpachi situation... There are some exceptions."
Nemu patted Frank on the shoulder and comforted him: "Even among the 13th Division, he is a special captain, and he is the strongest."
"So what? He didn't even use Shikai!"
Frank shook his head and said bitterly, "You don't need to comfort me. I know how big the gap is."
Death god's strength lay in zanpakuto, and Shikai and Bankai would have a great limit to improve the combat ability of one death god, and this upgrade was a huge span of several times.
So, from Frank's perspective, he could feel his despair.
He fought with all his strength, but he could not even force out the Shikai of a captain.
"Uh.. You misunderstood."
Nemu's face was a little strange. His lips squirmed a few times and said, "That man's situation is a little special. He is the only monster in Soul Society's long history who does not know Bankai or Shikai, but can be the captain of 11th Division."
"... Don't know Bankai, and don't know Shikai?!" Frank suddenly got up from the ground. The wound that had just healed on his chest was torn again, making his painful face twisted and he couldn't help but take a cold breath. "Wait, how did he become the captain?"
"Don't move, the wound will crack!"
Nemu raised his hand and pressed Frank back. He looked at him and then explained, "Zaraki Kenpachi is in front of more than two hundred players. By challenging and killing the previous 11th Division Captain, he inherited the position of Captain and 11th Division."
"It can still be like that?"
Frank frowned. He did not expect that there was such a primitive cruel selection in the seemingly peaceful Seireitei.
"This selection mode is limited to 11th Division." Nemu said that it was not the case and said, "11th Division is a combat force, and the past captains will inherit the name of Kenpachi, so there is this cruel selection mode."
"What do you mean by this 'Kenpachi'?" Frank asked doubtfully.
"It means... Soul Society's strongest swordsman."
When he said this, Nemu seemed to have thought of something funny. He covered his mouth and smiled, "But other than the current Kenpachi, the previous two generations of Kenpachi are not very qualified."
The eleventh Kenpachi is Zaraki, so the name of the monster is needless to say.
But Sojo, the tenth generation of Kenpachi, was evaluated as a rather stupid guy.
The ninth-generation Kenpachi Gosuke, who was born as the vice-captain of the eighth-generation Kenpachi, is the weakest in history. He is the only waste who has not won the name of Kenpachi by challenging the previous generation.
"If you say so, isn't that guy even more terrifying?" The corners of Frank's eyes twitched. He said in horror, "A guy who doesn't even know zanpakuto's name can be ranked in the top among the captains."
"In a sense, it is not wrong to think so."
Nemu thought about it carefully, and then said, "But to be able to fight Zaraki Kenpachi to that kind of situation, isn't it clear that your strength has approached the Captain level death god?"
"Uh.. It seems to be the same?"
Frank was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly felt a little happy.
It turned out that he was not as weak as he imagined. In the Shikai state, he could already close to the captain level, even sitting in the name of Soul Society's strongest swordsman, the captain of the 11th Division with the title of Kenpachi!
Thinking of this, it was not hopeless!
"So!"
Nemu patted him heavily on the shoulder. His big dark eyes lit up and encouraged, "In order to let you defeat him, I specially prepared a special training for you to learn Bankai in three days!"
"Three days.. learning Bankai"
As soon as these words came out, Frank's heart was shocked, and there was a stormy sea: "Really...really? You are not lying to me!"
Although Frank had not yet experienced how difficult it was to learn Bankai, he had a general understanding of it.
Usually, only after several hundred years of training, deepening the connection with zanpakuto and strengthening Spiritual Power, would there be a one in ten thousand chance to materialize zanpakuto, talk to him and let him enter a state of submission.
Soul Society death god had tens of thousands of people, but there were only a few dozen people who could master the essence of Bankai, and the difficulty was self-evident.
And Nemu actually said that he wanted him to learn Bankai in three days
"Believe me ---"
Nemu said confidently: "Three days, including teaching and meeting!"