Your Bankai Was Used Too Poorly

"I still have my sense of touch. Try killing me, if you can." Kaname Tosen's heart jolted. His grip tightened around the hilt of his Zanpakuto, and his breathing hitched. From Black Ant's posture, it seemed as though he was waiting for Tosen's sword to pierce him. "What is he doing!" "Has he given up on himself?" "Or is he confident that, even after losing his sight, smell, hearing, and ability to sense Reiatsu, he can counterattack?" Speculation continuously arose in Kaname Tosen's mind.