The moonlight was clear and bright, like water.
The Fourth Division was the busiest logistical unit, and even this late at night, people could still be seen hurrying along the streets of its barracks.
Among them were patients and wounded people wrapped in so many bandages they looked like mummies.
So Kisaragi Akira's presence didn't attract much attention.
That is, until he entered the area behind the General Infirmary and made his way into—
a very plain dojo.
The next moment,
countless gazes fixed on the dojo's entrance, waiting for the next victim to appear.
There was an unwritten rule at the General Infirmary.
No one was allowed to enter the secluded dojo in the area behind the mountain.
There were no signs posted, but anyone who went inside would be tossed out in the most humiliating fashion in no time at all.
No exceptions.
But when the air had been quiet for a moment, everyone seemed to realize something. They all sucked in a sharp breath.
Hiss—
Good heavens, the captain hadn't thrown that brat out?!
Inside the plain dojo, a figure in white sat cross-legged on the clean, polished wooden floor. Her braid fell in front of her, shifting with the rise and fall of her breathing. A bamboo sword lay across her knees, lending her an air of serenity.
Unlike the Unohana they had seen before, she seemed sharper than usual now.
Seeing the scene before him, Kisaragi Akira felt a strong urge to turn around and leave.
After what had happened before, he knew all too well just how terrifying the beautiful woman before him was.
During their Kendo sparring, Danger Instinct had been like a kettle coming to a boil, letting out one piercing shriek after another without pause.
That meant Unohana Retsu could