"Phew..."
Araki let out a long breath, still shaken by the sight of himself being drowned in that sea of blood.
He had not merely been drowned by water. That blood was all Reiatsu liquefied from Unohana Retsu's body, and under her control, it had surged endlessly and violently poured straight into Araki's body.
For Shinigami who possessed only souls and no physical bodies, a moderate infusion of Reiatsu could be used to heal injuries. Too much, however, would make their bodies collapse from the unbearable strain.
It was like forcibly pouring a ton of water into a bottle with a one-liter capacity. Who could possibly withstand that?
For Araki, his body could still have held on for a while longer, but compared to his flesh, his overly fragile soul had been completely crushed by that overwhelming Reiatsu.
Even now, he vaguely felt a trace of headache. He did not know whether it was an illusion or an aftereffect.
"Ah... that was despairingly powerful."
Araki shook his head, feeling that he needed to take a moment to recover.
"Even if it's a matter of destruction before rebuilding, how many times would my soul have to be crushed before it could be rebuilt? And..."
He suddenly thought of something else. "She looks no different from an ordinary person, but Unohana Retsu's body should actually consist only of a soul, without flesh or blood. Those things that look like flesh are, in essence, also part of her soul. And me... can I hurt her soul?"
This was a very serious question.
They had exchanged a few blows earlier while Unohana Retsu had not been particularly serious, but thinking about it now, even if she did not defend herself, did he truly have enough power to hurt her?
Araki sorted through all the