"You still don't seem to be in the zone?" Retsu Unohana pointed her sword at Duke. "Are you awake now?"
"I'm just very puzzled. You're known as the kindest person in the Seireitei... so why are you like this?" Duke voiced the question in his heart. As a captain, it was hardly strange for Retsu Unohana to be powerful, but this kind of power clearly did not suit her at all. Duke could accept Retsu Unohana being skilled in Kido, Shunpo, or even having a Zanpakuto with a broken ability. But this? This was the one thing he could not accept.
"Kind... I'm nothing more than a heinous sinner!" Retsu Unohana mocked herself before saying to Duke, "If you can defeat me, I don't mind answering your questions."
"What if I lose?" Duke asked bluntly. Having been brought here by Retsu Unohana for this inexplicable battle, he had been resistant from the start. Win or lose, a battle with no purpose or meaning was not something he cared about.
"If you lose, then die here!" Seeing that Duke had no fighting spirit whatsoever, Retsu Unohana spoke in a grave, solemn voice. She did not seem to be joking.
"I'm not all that interested in your past, but... dying here for no reason won't do either. Looks like I'll have to get serious!" Duke held his breath and focused, his surging battle intent shooting into the sky.
"Perfect!" Once Duke's fighting spirit reached its peak, Retsu Unohana swung her sword at him again.
The two swords collided, and Duke immediately sensed trouble. Unlike her previous strange, vicious swordsmanship that was difficult to evade and defend against, this time Retsu Unohana's swordplay was ethereal and elegant, nimble and exquisite. He failed to adapt to her change in style and was a step