More than twenty li from Rukongai's West District 79, atop the Minazuki flying at full speed, Unohana Retsu looked at the enormous plume of smoke rising in the distance. Her gentle, watery eyes were filled with coldness.
"Faster, Minazuki!"
Unohana Retsu's voice rang out softly, but her tone was like the low murmur of some enraged evil ghost, as bloodthirsty Reiryoku spilled from her from time to time.
"Makoto, you're not going to die like this, are you? Hold on a little longer..."
Am I going to die?
Not death in the mental space, but truly dying in reality...
My combat experience is lacking, and my Reiryoku is completely insufficient to withstand an Adjuchas's Cero...
The gentleness usually present in Chiba Makoto's eyes faded away. Deathly stillness and despair filled his gradually unfocusing pupils, yet his mind was unexpectedly clear as countless chaotic thoughts flashed through it.
Unohana Retsu, Aoki Risa, Shaolin Fon...
Familiar faces such as Madarame Ikkaku, Ayasegawa Yumichika, and Yamada Seinosuke surfaced as well, finally settling on Aizen Sōsuke's gentle and humble face.
Was this your doing, Aizen? Did you specifically target me, or did you simply kill me along the way?
So this is what it feels like when true death arrives...
It's not as terrible as I imagined. Everything is so quiet... and a little cold...
Chiba Makoto laboriously raised his left hand and instinctively reached for his chest, wanting to preserve even a trace of warmth.
Yet when his hand touched it, everything was sticky and warm, as though he had directly plunged his hand into a mass of minced flesh.
I'm actually this badly injured...
Where is All Things in Nature? I can't sense it at all, and I can't heal myself either...
My consciousness is starting to blur too...
In the