Do Not Do Something You Will Regret

"Who are you?" Rangiku Matsumoto leaped backward, her orange hair slightly disheveled. Haineko, which had turned into smoke, scattered before returning to her hand. Gripping her Zanpakuto, she glanced at the skin on the back of her hand, which had been smashed into the ground by the immense pressure. Tiny blood vessels had burst, leaving it swollen and bruised. The bones in her hand had cracked, and even holding her Zanpakuto tightly sent searing pain through it. She had never seen an attack method like his.