The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Muken.
A vast darkness hung overhead.
Retsu Unohana watched quietly, memories flashing through her mind.
I remember when she was a child, she already displayed considerable Reiatsu, wielding a broken sword she had obtained from who-knows-where, and killing people indiscriminately.
She had no concept of good or evil; she only thought the color of blood was bright and beautiful, and she enjoyed looking at it.
Even after she had fully developed and was old enough to understand, she still did not stop killing.
At that time, the Seireitei had not yet been established, and all resources were distributed across the four Rukongai in the east, west, south, and north, resulting in a dazzling number of kendo dojos in the area.
She found new enjoyment in it and began her career of challenging other players.
That time was truly joyful; she was completely absorbed in wondering who her next opponent would be and what techniques they would use.
This thrill, akin to opening a treasure chest, lasted until she annihilated all other factions.
She was called the Dead Sword around that time.
She was too young at the time and was complacent with her achievements, even changing her name to Yachiru Unohana.
But after reaching the summit, she was met with loneliness. She could no longer find any opponents, and sometimes she could predict her opponent's next move as soon as they made their first move.
Just as she was feeling bored and weary, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto appeared.
That was also a rather enjoyable battle.
This was the first defeat of her life, not in swordsmanship, but in overall strength; Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto was stronger than her.
After that, she repeatedly attempted to assassinate and ambush Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
He was defeated time and time again, but his opponent never managed to kill him.
After her final assassination attempt failed, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto invited her to join the Gotei 13 to fight against the Wandenreich was attacking Soul Society.
Retsu Unohana was captivated by him and agreed.
That was many years ago, but when she thinks back on it today, she can still recall some fragments as clearly as if they happened yesterday.
While Retsu Unohana was momentarily stunned, the gate to the Muken Realm was opened. She turned her head and said, "You."
It's you!
Her eyes flashed with even more murderous intent. The person walking out from the other side of the door was not Kenpachi Zaraki, but Shiraishi.
He stepped into the Muken, and the door behind him closed again.
"What an unattractive face."
That joke went a bit too far.
Retsu Unohana asked in a cold voice, "Where's Zaraki?"
"I produced the new order signed by Captain-Commander Yamamoto and ordered him to go back to the 11th Division to sleep."
Shiraishi pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, on which were densely written small characters and stamps.
Retsu Unohana could no longer contain her killing intent; her crimson Reiatsu erupted, transforming into a massive rain of blood that pelted down upon her.
Shiraishi was slightly stunned. All the blood rain disappeared, leaving only her face, which seemed to be swallowed by shadows. "How dare you forge Captain-Commander Yamamoto's orders."
"No, this is a real order. I told Captain-Commander Yamamoto that I will take Zaraki, satisfy your desires that have been suppressed for nearly a thousand years, and guarantee that you will live."
Shiraishi casually flicked his wrist, tearing the paper to shreds. " The Captain-Commander readily agreed, adding that if I couldn't do it, he'd let me die here."
call.
Her long black hair flew high, her Shihakushō sleeves fluttered, revealing her forearms as white as lotus roots.
A lightning-fast blade flashed overhead and slashed down.
I don't want to listen, and I don't want to talk.
Retsu Unohana only wanted to kill this bastard who had disrupted her plans.
Shiraishi was prepared; he gripped the hilt of the knife with his right hand and suddenly pulled it out to meet the attack.
bite!
The moment the two swords clashed, Retsu Unohana flicked a short sword from her left sleeve, which darted out like a venomous snake from the grass, heading straight for his heart.
Shiraishi delivered a Steel Tempest Hollowfication through her body, landing several miles away.
The darkness, seemingly so close, remains untouchable.
The blade slashed down from behind.
This speed is exactly the same as when he locks onto someone with his skill; there's absolutely no delay.
In reality, that's pretty much the case.
Retsu Unohana was able to discern Shiraishi's next move from his subtle body language and predict his escape route.
Thus, an attack was launched.
Shiraishi turned around and thrust out a knife.
Retsu Unohana did not choose to dodge. The sword in her right hand was as soft as a thin whip. Although it was a head-on collision, a gentle force guided his sword to the side.
He swung the hidden blade down at the wide-open doorway.
Shiraishi once again used Steel Tempest to dodge backward.
Retsu Unohana didn't pursue. Her eyes were cold, her face even colder. This wasn't the battle she wanted. "Use your Bankai."
"Um."
Shiraishi said, stroking the blade, "This childish game ends here."
Was it a coincidence that Retsu Unohana momentarily paused in surprise?
She had something she wanted to say, but the other person said it out loud before she could.
" Bankai Crimson Moon!"
A crimson Reiatsu surged from ahead like a hurricane, whipping up her long hair. That hollow, Reiatsu seemed poised to engulf everything. "Who are you?"
The Retsu Unohana, relentless and trembling, seemed to tremble slightly.
After the Bankai of Reiatsu, its nature will change somewhat, but those changes will never completely escape the realm of Shinigami ).
The Reiatsu emanating from before me was undoubtedly of the void.
Shiraishi's appearance is also close to that of an illusion.
The long, scarlet hair swayed in the air, a pale and terrifying demon mask was embedded in its face, its eyes turned into azure lightning, and its body was covered in armor.
Perhaps it was because of wearing so many layers that UU couldn't see the unique hole in the book.
"It's me, Shiraishi. Are you scared?"
Retsu Unohana and said, "Is this your Bankai ability? I've never seen such Bankai before."
Shiraishi wanted to laugh, but his face was all bony and he couldn't. "Tsk, there are many things you haven't seen, even the strong."
There's no need to rush to your death. Isane will be heartbroken, and so will I."
"You little brat who hasn't even grown all his feathers yet, you think you can lecture me?"
Retsu Unohana narrowed her eyes, not into crescent shapes, but like sharp razor blades, and Shunpo moved forward.
Shiraishi reacted extremely quickly, swinging his sword towards her cheek.
"Wow, so fast Retsu Unohana was slightly surprised. She could sense earlier that Shiraishi's movements were a bit slow to keep up.
Is the disappearance of that stiffness due to the increase brought about by the Bankai?
This reaction speed is much faster than before.
Retsu Unohana tilted her head back, raised her right hand to block Shiraishi's sword from below, and flicked her left hand forward.
Two hidden blades landed with a soft thud on Shiraishi's body.
Huh? Retsu Unohana's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected him to be killed so easily.
"Are you sad?" Shiraishi asked.
Retsu Unohana sensed something was wrong and quickly slashed his neck with her knife, causing a large amount of blood to spurt out.
Then, the bleeding stopped, and the wound healed completely.
The hidden blade was pushed outward by the restored flesh and blood.
With a clang, the hidden sword fell onto the hard rock, stained with blood.
"How cold-hearted! We even went on a date together, and you really went all out to beat me to death."
Retsu Unohana said casually, "Oh, such a trivial matter, I forgot about it."
"There's nothing I can do, older people are prone to forgetfulness, but I'm still young, which is perfect for complementing you, awesome~"
Shiraishi retorted.
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