"Urgh, urgh, urgh!" Yet black blood surged wildly around Unohana Yachiru. In an instant, she tore free of Ronglin's Time-Time Technique restraint and chopped at his wrist.
Ronglin was horrified. He had forgotten how many years it had been since he had encountered someone capable of breaking free from the restraint of his Time-Time Technique—or perhaps there were only a handful of people in the world who could do so. He had never expected Unohana Yachiru to manage it.
Ronglin hurriedly twisted his steps and spun away to narrowly evade the strike, then thrust out a palm. Unohana Yachiru's blade missed, and as she turned around, Ronglin was startled. His palm landed squarely on Unohana Yachiru's chest.
With Unohana Yachiru's Spiritual Pressure fully released, she was immensely powerful, while Ronglin's Spiritual Pressure attacks were half-baked and incapable of dealing any effective damage. That strike therefore looked like nothing more than Ronglin taking an outrageously shameless grope.
What made it worse was that after his blow landed, Ronglin felt his nostrils burn hot. The soft sensation beneath his palm nearly melted his heart, and he instinctively changed his palm into a claw, lightly scratching the soft, swollen peaks.
"Roar!"
A terrifying roar resounded through the heavens and earth. Minazuki's domain instantly expanded to over a thousand meters, and a black curtain of light enveloped everything within it. Unohana Yachiru's hair and clothes whipped wildly as her frightening Spiritual Pressure surged madly.
"Ah! Ah! Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!" Ronglin immediately fled with his head in his hands, completely forgetting that he was a peerless expert who had nothing to fear even facing Unohana Yachiru head-on.
Yet a small figure suddenly cut in from the side, blocking Ronglin's path. The young Zaraki Kenpachi swung his blade at Ronglin's legs.
"Bastard!"