Her Reiatsu had been severely depleted, so Retsu Unohana's Shinigami Uniform was naturally in tatters. Duke secretly stole a few glances at her enticing body. He silently recited, Form is emptiness, then reminded himself that she only looked like a mature beauty—her actual age was that of a great-great-great-great-grandmother. Only then did he reluctantly withdraw his improper gaze, take off his clothes, and cover her with them.
"What a terrifying ability. It instantly restored all my injuries. If I hadn't personally sensed the changes in Reiatsu, I might have suspected that this blade possessed the power to alter the laws of time and space." Draped in Duke's clothes, Retsu Unohana sat up, put away her Zanpakuto, and looked at New Moon and Full Moon with faint confusion.
"Not at all, not at all. It's far inferior to Captain Unohana's Bankai!" Duke put away New Moon and Full Moon and helped Retsu Unohana to her feet.
As though she had noticed something, Retsu Unohana touched the area beneath her neck. It was smooth and delicate; even the scar that had once been there had been healed.
"What's wrong, Captain Unohana?" Duke was supporting her, and when he saw her freeze, he could not help asking. Could there still be a wound left? Impossible. New Moon and Full Moon would not make such a basic mistake!
"This scar..." Retsu Unohana frowned and tugged down her collar. At once, a swath of pale, soft flesh squeezed out, forming an unfathomably deep cleavage.
"Captain, please behave yourself. I'm an upright man!" Duke covered his eyes and criticized her.
"Then please close the gaps between your fingers a little more..." The corner of Retsu Unohana's mouth twitched. She pulled her collar back into place and let out a sigh after a long while.
"Is there