The Aftermath of Battle

"No problem, I actually have something I want to experiment with. Shall we go now? Or should we reschedule?"

Tokoyo Misao glanced at the Fourth Division; it seemed there were quite a few patients today.

"With Isane in the team, there won't be any problems. Let's head to Muken now."

Captain Unohana's smile, illuminated by the moonlight, exuded a bloody aura.

Her braids, tied around her chest, seemed to have loosened considerably, as if they were about to come undone at any moment.

"Since Captain Unohana has so kindly extended the invitation, then I shall accept."

The arrival of Tokoyo Misao and Unohana at the Central Great: The Jail stunned the guards.

However, they dared not stop them and could only send one person to report to the First Division immediately.

The two easily found their way to the eighth floor, the Muken, and once again stepped into the spot where Sōya Azashiro.

"Hey, hey, what do you think this place is, Muken? Coming and going as you please? If you want to fight, go somewhere else, don't bother us!"

Urozakuro popped out and pointed at the two of them.

His gaze was exactly that of someone looking at a robber who had broken into their home.

Unohana didn't bother to answer. She had been suppressing her impulses the whole way, and now she could finally let go.

Draw your sword.

She slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, her gaze fixed intently on Misao, her voice carrying a metallic tone.

"This time, Captain Tokoyo, please use your full strength."

"That's true." Misao nodded with a smile. He had originally planned to test his ideas this time.

He also drew his Zanpakuto and Shikai his Kaikai.

"World-Crossing Principle."

The dispersing information flow instantly enveloped Urozakuro and Sōya Azashiro were standing to the side.

"Hey, what are you doing, Sōya? This guy's going to attack us!" Urozakuro shouted.

Sōya Azashiro simply opened his eyes, letting the flow of information into his body.

Misao turned to him and said, "This time I intend to use my full strength, so I need to absorb your power."

"What do you mean by absorbing our power? Are you a robber?!" Urozakuro shouted, but did not resist.

Her body and Sōya Azashiro's body were gradually separated by the flow of information.

Moreover, more than a dozen additional Sōya Azashiro appeared in the darkness, seemingly puppets he had prepared in advance, and the information flow also surged towards them.

"Tokoyo Crossing, Causal Principle."

The red and black information flow surged back into his body, Tokoyo Misao's Reiatsu instantly increased. The powerful force made the space feel heavy, and the ground sank with a loud thud.

"It's like the power of Captain-Commander Yamamoto, truly terrifying."

Unohana felt the surging Reiatsu, instantly giving her the feeling of facing Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto a thousand years ago.

Back then, she was happily killing people everywhere she went. Then Yamamoto suddenly appeared out of nowhere and challenged her to a sword fight, which she won.

But then that guy suddenly spoke up, saying that swordsmanship was only one part of strength, and immediately unleashed a powerful Reiatsu.

In terms of overall strength, I am indeed no match for them.

As a result, he was recruited by Yamamoto and became the captain of the 11th Division of the first Gotei 13.

Kenpachi Unohana!

"Bankai-- "

"Minazuki!"

The blood domain spread to almost completely envelop the entire Muken, its area being twice as large as when I last came here!

In other words, Unohana didn't use her full strength last time; she just wanted to compete in swordsmanship.

And this time...

Unohana grinned, her blood-red lips gleaming with a cold, icy light.

"Come, let's fight!"

She walked step by step toward Tokoyo Misao, each step leaving a footprint on the ground, which was instantly filled with blood.

Her aura grew stronger and stronger, and her killing intent materialized, swirling around her and causing her hair to curl up.

"You mean there's something you want to experiment with?"

Unohana is only five steps away from Misao.

"Fighting, there's no need to think so much."

Four steps.

"Killing is an instinct we are born with."

Three steps.

There's no need to suppress it deliberately.

She couldn't help but recall the swordsmanship she had painstakingly learned, which was no match for absolute strength and the instincts of a wild beast.

So, break free of your shackles.

Two steps.

"Come on, tear it apart!"

She swung her Zanpakuto, which, imbued with blood and killing intent, transformed into a crescent-shaped blade of crimson light.

"Alright!" Misao roared, grabbing in mid-air, and a long, red-black sword appeared in his hand. He then swung it upwards.

Clang! The blades clashed, producing the purest ringing sound.

Ding ding!

The two men frantically swung their knives at each other.

At this moment, Unohana's eyes were bloodshot. She did not use any sword techniques, only the most basic thrusting, parrying, sweeping, and slashing.

But these most basic sword moves, honed by her countless trials, posed a far greater threat than any swordsmanship.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Tokoyo Misao's Captain's Haori was already a tattered rag, and his Shihakushō was covered in knife marks.

However, unlike the Captain's Haori, the Shihakushō's armor can be restored depending on the Soul Reaper's state.

At this point, Tokoyo Misao only suffered superficial injuries, and his Shihakushō quickly healed.

He gradually gave up thinking and retaliated using the most basic sword techniques.

Puff, puff, puff!

The captain of Unohana, Captain's Haori, was also hacked to pieces.

This only excited her more, making her feel as if her body was on fire.

He stepped forward and swung his sword down, but Misao blocked it with his own sword.

Clang!

Unohana grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and kicked out!

With one hand precisely grabbing her ankle, Misao leaned back, used his wrist to exert force, and swung Unohana up, slamming her down onto the ground beside him.

Boom! The ground instantly sank several meters, forming a huge circular crater.

The Minazuki blood domain quickly filled the pit, transforming it into a massive pool of blood.

Tokoyo Misao casually ripped off his Shihakushō, stepped into the blood pool, and thrust his sword straight in.

With a thud, the longsword pierced Unohana's shoulder, but the latter seized the opportunity to sweep her blade across Misao's neck.

Misao loosened his grip on the sword hilt, leaned in, pressed his left hand against the back of Unohana's neck, tripped her with his left foot, and exerted force from both sides simultaneously, directly shoving her into the pool of blood.

He turned around and grabbed Unohana's neck tightly with both hands, pressing down with all his weight.

The pool of blood churned and exploded continuously.

What had originally enveloped almost the entire Muken Minazuki gradually converged towards the Blood Pool.

After a long while, a huge explosion rang out.

Rumble!

Blood shot skyward, reaching the ceiling of the Muken, then poured down as a torrential downpour.

At the bottom of the pit, the hands trembled slightly and loosened.

Unohana turned her head and bit down hard on Misao's hand.

Misao winced in pain and pinched Unohana tightly again.

After a long while, the bloodshot in Unohana's eyes faded, and she gradually loosened her clenched teeth.

The battle is over.

Those Tokoyo Misao will prevail!

He slowly straightened up.

Wave...

Chapter 129 The Aftermath of the Battle (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

When Sōya Azashiro and Urozakuro returned to the Muken Realm.

All that could be seen were Unohana and Tokoyo Misao wearing tattered Shihakushō, Captain's Haori had completely disappeared.

This is because the battle between the two had completely torn the captain's haori apart, and the characteristic of the Shinigami armor is that it can regenerate based on the Shinigami's spiritual particles.

Currently, it seems that neither of them has much strength left.

"Hey, have you guys had enough? Hurry up and leave!" Urozakuro floated around, surveying the surroundings. She saw that there were potholes and deep pits everywhere.

In any case, she and Sōya stayed here for over a hundred years, so they have a certain peculiar bond.

On one hand, she wanted Sōya, but now she was inexplicably annoyed to see things being ruined.

"That's true, let's go up slowly."

Tokoyo Misao nodded calmly; the Reishi content in the Muken was almost nonexistent.

You can only ascend layer by layer, and only as the Reishi recover can the Shihakushō also be restored.

Moreover, it was only because he injected Reishi into Unohana was still shirtless, which is why she is in such a tattered state.

Traditional Soul Reaper do not have the ability to directly absorb and manipulate external Reishi.

Unohana remained silent, her hair still disheveled, her eyes fixed on Tokoyo Misao's back without uttering a word.

See you next time.

Tokoyo Misao waved to Sōya Azashiro and stepped upwards.

Unohana followed silently behind him.

Urozakuro kept rubbing her chin with her right hand, watching the backs of the two people leaving, her eyes darting around.

"Sōya, there's definitely something wrong with those two!"

She felt that something beyond the battle must have happened in the Muken, but judging from the surroundings, it seemed to be just a deadly struggle.

But she just felt something was wrong, a kind of awkward feeling.

"Damn it, if that brat Tokoyo Misao hadn't absorbed our Reishi, we would have known what happened!"

Urozakuro was very curious at this moment. She looked back and saw that Sōya Azashiro found a flat place to sit cross-legged again. After thinking for a moment, she floated outwards.

Tokoyo Misao was still reviewing the battle with Unohana in his mind.

One of the reasons I agreed to this battle was to test my hypothesis.

An emotional outburst is key to achieving a spiritual breakthrough.

Putting aside the shonen manga I saw in my past life, almost all the protagonists would suddenly unleash their full power while shouting about bonds, friendship, and protection.