Bankai!
Barragan had lost count of how many axes he had gone through.
He had fashioned his double-bladed battle-axes from his own bones. Hard enough to cleave an Adjuchas's head with ease, they were peerless weapons, no less formidable than a Soul Reaper's Soul-Cutter Sword.
Yet even weapons like those could not withstand that terrifying woman.
Yes, terrifying. Barragan, feared and worshipped by Hueco Mundo's countless inhabitants, used that word to describe Retsu Unohana.
She never tired, never feared injury. Her reiatsu was immense, her physique nearly perfect, and she possessed both a sword master's dazzling techniques and a Vasto Lorde's battle instincts!
An opponent like her was terrifying beyond doubt.
But Barragan had noticed something. Powerful as the Soul Reaper was, once she let loose, she became lost in the fight and forgot everything else, as though possessed!
Barragan was no pure warrior. He relished domination and loved deciding the fates of others. To win, he would stoop to any underhanded trick.
So he fought Retsu Unohana in waves.
Whenever his axe shattered and his strength ran out, Barragan retreated into Las Noches and sent the Adjuchas Legion to surround Retsu Unohana, spending their lives to drain her reiatsu!
The Soul Reaper made no attempt to pursue him. Instead, she plunged willingly into the encirclement and savored the thrill of the endless slaughter.
To Retsu Unohana, fighting Barragan was a rich feast, while cutting through the Adjuchas Legion was a light side dish. Alternating between the two made each taste better.
Even if it left her reiatsu nearly exhausted and her body wounded, she welcomed the price.
Retsu Unohana, the greatest villain in the Soul Society a thousand years ago and a master of every school of swordsmanship, had always been this way.
"What a terrifying creature..."
Barragan tossed