The Unforgiven from Shinigami
September 9th.
early morning.
It was still dark outside the window, and the room was equally dim.
An oval mirror stood on the table. She sat in front of it, combing her cascading hair over and over again. Her neckline wasn't deliberately pulled down, revealing a conspicuous, gruesome scar on her fair neck.
The pain and burning sensation of that moment still torment her to this day.
Even though the physical wounds have long since healed, the emotional wounds remain incurable.
Today, the time for conclusion has finally come.
Retsu Unohana stopped combing her hair and decided to go to the Muken early to wait.
She got up, looked at Isane lying on the bed, slowly walked over, lifted her short, light purple hair with her hand, and kissed her forehead. " Isane, please bless me."
For me, who is about to die as I wish...
A final tenderness appeared in her eyes. Then, she turned and stepped out the door, grabbed the Captain's Haori from the coat rack by the door, and put it on.
Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes. Isane Kotetsu gripped the bedsheet tightly, overwhelmed by complex emotions that even she couldn't discern.
They wanted to respect Captain Unohana's decision, but also hoped that Shiraishi could successfully stop it.
If only she could fall asleep, wake up and everything would be settled, instead of being tormented every single moment like this.
Retsu Unohana Shunpo to reach the entrance of the Shin'ō Underground Great: The Jail, where members of the Kidō Corps were already waiting. "Please follow me, Captain Unohana."
"Hmm." She nodded. Captain-Commander Yamamoto understood her personality and knew to have someone guarding the place beforehand.
The killing intent and fighting spirit in her heart were gradually becoming uncontrollable; when she looked up at the sky, it seemed as if she could fill the entire sky.
It's clearly inappropriate for him to stay in the Fourth Division.
She didn't want to show her ferocious side to Isane.
All the way down to the lowest level, the Muken.
With all the prisoners gone, the importance of this place has greatly diminished, and only one member of the Kidō Corps is responsible for opening and closing the doors here.
"Please, please come in."
The man's voice trembled, and since he wasn't wearing a pure white Captain's Haori and Shihakushō, he almost thought he was a new prisoner being sent to the Muken.
Those lowered brows, shrouded in shadow, were more oppressive and despairing than a sky shrouded in dark clouds.
Just a glance at it is enough to freeze one's soul.
Retsu Unohana silently stepped through the Muken gate to the Abyss. It was a spacious place with a hard rock floor and a layer of darkness at the edges.
Eternal God Emperor
She tilted her head back, gazing into the darkness, awaiting her approaching adversary.
The door to the Muken closed again.
11th Division, barracks.
The beast awoke.
"Ah."
As usual, he yawned lazily, his tall and thin body sitting up from the straw mat, his messy black hair cascading down his back.
He didn't care, scratching it casually a couple of times; the usual noisy sounds were absent from outside.
It's a bit unusual for some people.
Kenpachi Zaraki opened the sliding door, revealing a sunlit courtyard where a large, dark group of people stood.
Good morning, Captain Zaraki.
They all knelt down and kowtowed solemnly, greeting each other with the dogeza gesture, showing more courtesy than usual.
"Tsk," Kenpachi Zaraki muttered in dissatisfaction, "What are you guys up to here?"
"As everyone knows, you and Captain Unohana were engaged in Muken battle today."
Yumichika Ayasegawa walked over, his Zanpakuto still in Sōya Azashiro's hands, with only an empty scabbard hanging at his waist. He carried a small table with a sumptuous breakfast on it.
Ikkaku Madarame raised his bald head and called out, " Captain Zaraki, please let us watch the battle with you!"
"No."
Kenpachi Zaraki refused outright and picked up the bowl.
A pink head popped out from behind, blinking its eyes, silently expressing its desire to see.
"You're no good either, you all stay here."
Kenpachi Zaraki refused once again. Unlike before, he knew very well about Yachiru Unohana's strength and knew that if he went this time, he would definitely die.
This was the final battle, and he didn't want anyone to disturb him.
Ikkaku Madarame gritted his teeth and said, " Captain Zaraki, you'll win, right?"
"Idiot." Kenpachi Zaraki cursed, and Madarame's face lit up with joy, only to be shattered by his next words, "We'll only know the answer to this after the war."
There was no guarantee of victory... Ikkaku Madarame's heart sank.
When the news first came that the Fourth Division Captain wanted to fight Captain Zaraki, everyone thought it was a joke.
What gives the captain of the medical squad the right to fight the captain of the combat squad?
No one took it seriously until Kenpachi Zaraki overheard the news by chance. His face turned serious, and he intensified his kendo practice.
Then everyone realized that something was wrong.
Yumichika Ayasegawa conducted a more detailed investigation, consulting various documents, and arrived at a shocking conclusion.
The First Kenpachi's name was Yachiru Unohana, but this was not his real name; it was a pseudonym.
The name comes from the fact that the First Kenpachi single-handedly defeated all the schools of Soul Society at the time and mastered their secret techniques, which is why he called himself Yachiru.
This also led to a major rift in the Soul Society, which was originally thriving in swordsmanship. Most of the masters were killed, and the society entered an unprecedented Genryū of decline, with only Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto remaining.
Yachiru Unohana's real name is Retsu Unohana.
Is this a coincidence?
Ikkaku Madarame, hoping for the best, mustered his courage and asked, " Captain Unohana, is she the First Kenpachi, Yachiru Unohana?"
Kenpachi Zaraki was slightly taken aback, but didn't hide anything and nodded, "Yes."
"Then please follow the rules and let us be your witnesses!"
"Shut up, I already said no, don't make me repeat myself."
Kenpachi Zaraki roared, ignoring all rules and regulations, and buried his head in his food.
After finishing his breakfast on the table, he stood up, grabbed his Zanpakuto, threw down the scabbard, and left with the sword on his shoulder.
Yachiru Kusajishi looked up and said, " Ken-chan."
He paused slightly.
"You are the strongest, I will wait for you to come back here."
" Captain Zaraki, I wish you great success in your military campaigns!"
The rest of the team shouted.
"Tsk." Kenpachi Zaraki didn't answer, and continued to walk away carrying his sword.
Upon reaching the gates of the 11th Division, he didn't dawdle; instead, he sprinted towards the sign for the Senzaikyū.
As he ran, he realized that the distance between them didn't seem to be getting any closer; in fact, it was widening.
That's not right. Usually, when we get Yachiru is giving us random directions.
How could he possibly get lost?
Kenpachi Zaraki stopped, looked at the dead end in front of him, then at the Senzaikyū, and muttered, "This is troublesome."
It would be faster to just charge straight through.
He turned around, Hadō, and ran straight towards the Senzaikyū.
Bang bang bang! Kenpachi Zaraki suddenly stopped in his tracks as someone blocked his way. "You're really something! I was guarding the main road waiting for you, and you just wandered around to the Thirteenth Division."
"We almost missed it."
After grumbling for a moment, Shiraishi said seriously, "Let's talk, Zaraki."
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