The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Summer nights are always so bright, with countless stars hanging in the sky and the full moon in the center.
Retsu Unohana loves moon-gazing.
Whenever she looked up at the full moon and the star-studded night sky, the restless fighting spirit in her heart would find its place.
Your mind will become peaceful.
I don't have that free time tonight.
The evening breeze was hot and dry. Retsu Unohana used Shunpo in the Seireitei, moving at the speed of Captains 5 and 6 towards the Shuwamon.
The situation was urgent, and the three of them certainly wouldn't have time to rest until the next morning. They had no choice but to work overtime through the night and head straight for the battleground in the South District 5.
The Research and Development Institute's surveillance of Rukongai is not without blind spots; there are many areas they cannot see. However, an overwhelming Reiatsu conflict is something that absolutely cannot be hidden from them.
Shiraishi's Reiatsu was impossible to detect.
They were still able to detect the Reiatsu of Soi Fon and Tsukikage Yagyū's battle, and the location of the fight was sent to the three captains' Denreishinki.
Retsu Unohana arrived outside the bamboo forest. The once lush bamboo forest was now reduced to just the outer edge, with the center completely bare, showing obvious signs of human intervention.
She crouched down, touching the ground with her hand. The Reiatsu here had long since dissipated, making it virtually impossible to track using Bakudō.
Aizen arrived from another location and said, "There's no residual Reiatsu there."
"It's the same on my end."
Byakuya Kuchiki landed, his expression still maintaining the aloofness passed down through generations of the Kuchiki Clan.
"We were still a step too late," Retsu Unohana sighed, the rescue operation was becoming complicated.
Aizen offered a sound suggestion, "Let's focus our search on the South District 5 and see if we can find any clues."
"That's the only way."
Retsu Unohana nodded, having no choice but to resort to this inefficient and slow method, hoping that Shiraishi Soi Fon could hold out for a while.
The search outside did not attract Tsukikage Yagyū's attention. The stronghold's barrier was powerful and well-hidden; it was either a fixed entrance or just an ordinary mountain.
That's the source of her confidence to stay put.
She slept soundly that night, only to be awakened by screams the next morning.
She wasn't angry. She opened her eyes, smiled, and looked at Ichirō Yagyū, who was squeezed to the side, and said, "What's wrong? I remember you used to love sleeping with me, and you were always fidgeting with my collar."
Ichirō Yagyū looked at the bandages wrapped around his upper body, feeling the chill under the blanket, and then glanced at Tsukikage Yagyū, who was dressed in a thin gauze robe.
I suddenly felt a headache.
"I'm not a child anymore!"
In my eyes, you'll always be that little child.
Tsukikage Yagyū propped herself up on the bed, slowly sitting up with a languid posture. Her body, beneath the thin gauze dress, exuded a mature and alluring charm. Her eyes held a smile as she said, "Yesterday you seemed to want to persuade me to reform. I'd like to ask you, what is righteousness? What is evil?"
Upon hearing this topic, Ichirō Yagyū said with a serious expression, "Not stealing, not killing, not bullying the weak, and earning a living through one's own abilities—that is the right path."
Conversely, theft, murder, and bullying the weak are evil paths.
"Heh, this is nothing more than the words of nobles to emasculate the lower classes. They release standards that benefit them, expect you fools to follow them, and then they reap the profits."
A mocking expression appeared on Tsukikage Yagyū's fair face. "Look at those nobles, how many of them meet your standards?"
You're so stupid!
Even so, your mother still loves you the most.
Ichirō Yagyū was not swayed by her words, and said, "Does eating excrement mean that people have to eat excrement too? Mother, the sins of the nobles are not an excuse for your evil deeds."
You still don't understand.
Tsukikage Yagyū sighed softly. It seemed that trying to educate her rebellious son with words alone was not enough.
It's also possible that his language skills aren't very good; after being locked up for so many years without speaking, his words aren't as sharp as they used to be, which is understandable.
"Let me show you with my actions, Ichirō. In this meaningless Soul Society, the only way to gain value is not through the morality and justice you speak of. Only power can determine the value of everything."
She stood up and moved closer.
Ichirō Yagyū frowned, instinctively trying to look away, his gaze momentarily blurred.
A soft, boneless body clung to him completely, a hand resting on his shoulder, and the Reiatsu surging from the palm stripped him of his ability to move.
He slipped his other hand under the covers.
"I am your mother. According to your moral standards, you shouldn't have any reaction to me, but you still got pregnant."
Tsukikage Yagyū narrowed her eyes slightly and continued to whisper in his ear, "Don't be embarrassed, this is a man's instinct. You can't control it, and the absolute difference in strength makes it impossible for you to resist my actions."
The facts prove that the morality and justice you speak of are so pale and powerless in the face of power and instinct.
I gently clenched my fist and then ran my fingertips along the edge.
A jolt of electricity shot through his spine, and Ichirō Yagyū's face flushed red. He wanted to resist her hand, but was forced to yield to his instincts, and his body trembled.
The thin blanket was slightly damp.
"Heh, don't keep suppressing your instincts."
Tsukikage Yagyū withdrew his left hand, washed his fingers clean with his tongue, and continued to whisper in his ear, "All the good things in this world belong to the strong. Abandon your so-called morality and justice, obediently listen to me, and I will make you stronger."
The tone was gentle, and there was a strangely strong floral fragrance in the air.
Ichirō Yagyū felt his worldview was about to shatter. He had only wanted to persuade his mother to stop doing evil, so why did it turn out like this?
"Think it over carefully. I have plenty of time to wait for your answer."
Tsukikage Yagyū patted him on the shoulder, not demanding that he change immediately, saying there was still plenty of time, and he could take it slowly.
She believed that, with her guidance, her son would soon return to the right path.
How can someone who is bound by the world's notions of good and evil, and whose will is influenced by the world, possibly become a strong person?
True strength lies not in being influenced by the will of the world, but in changing the will of the world.
The so-called black and white are nothing more than a transformation between strength and weakness.
Tsukikage Yagyū left the bedroom, thinking that once Ichirō had figured things out, she would help him get Asauchi.
She went to the hall, where the servants had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast on the table. "Go and bring the food to Ichirō, and while you're at it, help him deal with his instinctual urges."
Considering her son's youthful vigor and the fact that one time might not be enough to quell his anger, she decided to ask the maid for help.
The women she takes a liking to must be quite attractive.
"Yes." The maid's pale face slowly regained its color. That finger strike had almost scared her so much she wet herself; she thought she was going to be killed.
In the hearts of these servants, Tsukikage Yagyū was a demonic figure, whose every move caused fear.
This was an atmosphere she deliberately created.
Tsukikage Yagyū sat at the head of the table and began to enjoy breakfast.
A carefree morning makes an already delicious breakfast taste even better.
The thought of the two captains in the Obstruction of Sight Space still going hungry made her feel even better. She picked up a piece of fish and said, "What two poor, unlucky guys."