Jūshirō dodged once more... and again.

Again.

He looked down with a soft sigh. He wasn’t going to draw his katana—no need for his power or Bankai. You were just a weak, Hollow-like creature, even if you were in a human form. Jūshirō wasn’t a man who fought unless absolutely necessary.

His gaze drifted to the side, a mellow expression on his face, all the while effortlessly dodging your attacks, which, to be fair, were little more than clumsy leaps. Each time he evaded, he could hear the dull thud of you hitting the ground.

“Will you stop this? I’m not going to—” He dodged again, his tone patient.

“I’m not fighting you!” he said, maintaining his calm, almost indifferent stance.