The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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The perfume developed in Hiyosu should theoretically take effect after seven days, and that effect is not affected by Reiatsu; it depends purely on individual willpower.
Retsu Unohana has remained unwavering to this day, all because her heart is filled with killing intent, followed by a focused fighting spirit.
In addition, his appearance was so similar to a ghost that the perfume couldn't work.
These are all his personal guesses; whether they are accurate remains to be seen.
As for whether it's worth the risk, it's definitely worth a try.
Shiraishi planted the knife in the ground, releasing the Blood Moon's Bankai. The pale bone mask faded, revealing the man's original face.
Retsu Unohana's high fighting spirit faltered, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she asked, "What do you mean by this?"
He just said he would defeat her, and now he's deactivated his initial Bankai. How can he possibly win against her with no Shikai at all?
I was really underestimated.
Retsu Unohana narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.
"It's so hot, and we're sweating so much from fighting. Don't you feel hot?"
Shiraishi casually explained, taking off the Captain's Haori and tossing it aside. He then pulled his hands back up and pulled them out from the collar, letting the Shihakushō jacket slide down to his waist, revealing his muscular upper body.
He exercises regularly, but he doesn't have the same large muscles as bodybuilders.
But his well-defined eight-pack abs and two jiggly pectoral muscles are definitely noticeable at a glance.
The heat generated during combat causes sweat to accumulate on the surface, creating an oily sheen.
"Gudong."
Seeing this, Retsu Unohana swallowed hard, a very daring thought flashing through her mind: she wanted to taste the sweat.
The image flashed through her mind, and she stepped back, her cheeks flushing even more, like ripe apples, her eyes blurry, and she realized something was wrong.
This is definitely not a thought she should have.
I was careless.
This time, we really suffered a complete disaster.
She was actually ambushed by a little brat.
I thought the perfume was meant to make a good impression, but who would have thought the other person would be so audacious?
She had underestimated the other person, and said lazily, "There's something wrong with that perfume."
"That's right, the perfume invented in Hiyosu takes effect after seven consecutive days. You wouldn't call me despicable, would you?"
Instead of attacking, Shiraishi displayed a few bodybuilding moves, showing off his muscles, and said with a big smile, "You poisoned me, so this evens things out."
"Ha, ridiculous. I won't be defeated by this kind of perfume."
Retsu Unohana wouldn't accuse him of being despicable; to do so would be to insult her past self.
She had also poisoned people before.
That's what winning and losing is all about.
If you miscalculate, it means you're not as skilled as others.
"I have absolutely no problem."
Retsu Unohana raised her hand to wipe the blood from her nose, repeatedly emphasizing in her mind that there was nothing to see, just a few pieces of flesh, slightly manly abs and pectoral muscles.
She can handle it perfectly!
This thought was quickly overwhelmed by a flurry of other thoughts.
It's a bit risky to think they can hold on.
Retsu Unohana felt a flame rise from her abdomen, travel along her blood vessels, and begin to burn the blood flowing throughout her body, as if trying to scorch her body dry.
Minazuki be maintained and disintegrated back into their original blade shape.
Her breathing quickened, she lowered her head, and sweat poured down her forehead. The man's voice beside her sounded like a whisper, "If you surrender and admit defeat to me, and promise not to do such foolish things again, I might consider letting you go."
"That brat..." Retsu Unohana felt a surge of anger, Kaidō she couldn't respond to this situation.
Otherwise, why would they allow a little brat to act so arrogantly?
She raised her head, pursed her lips, and bit a few strands of hair with her pale pink lips, which, combined with her flushed cheeks, created a strange kind of beauty.
Especially those misty, wide eyes, as if trying to unleash murderous intent and express their defiance.
It looks even more delicious now.
Shiraishi swallowed hard.
Forcibly suppressing the thoughts in his heart, he couldn't even tell who was tempting whom in this scene. "If you don't speak, it means you agree."
Retsu Unohana was not about to back down. She had always been outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. She gripped the hilt of her sword with her right hand, took Shunpo forward, and swung her sword straight at Shiraishi's head.
At this point, Shiraishi wouldn't confront her directly, lest she focus her attention and suppress the perfume's effect with her fighting spirit.
He didn't even pick up the knife stuck in the ground; he charged forward with a single, Steel Tempest.
The sword that Retsu Unohana swung emitted a sharp whistling sound in the air. Unlike the previous tranquility, this strike looked extremely fierce, but in reality, it was because she couldn't control her Reiatsu.
The blade struck the air without any real feeling, leaving a hollow feeling in my heart.
Her eyes, brimming with autumn waves, clearly watched as Shiraishi's body Hollowfication past.
It happened so quickly that she could barely hold the knife.
Under the influence of the perfume, her senses became extremely acute, and even the slightest disturbance outside could trigger a reaction.
Not to mention that the Hollowfication of the Steel Tempest passes right through you from the front.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, and she almost swallowed her hair.
She stood there, stunned.
Shiraishi turned around, grabbed her hand holding the knife from behind, and squeezed it gently, as if he were about to break her slender wrist.
A blush spread from her cheeks to her earlobes and neck.
With a clang, the knife fell onto the hard rock, making a crisp sound.
Her blurry vision cleared instantly, and she was startled. How could she have dropped the knife?
He forcefully broke free with his right hand, immediately bent down to pick up the knife, his chaotic mind forgetting how close they were to each other.
At this distance, she bent down to pick up the knife, her back curves fully revealed, her black hair falling down to expose her slightly red neck.
Good heavens, Shiraishi gasped inwardly.
"You!" She dropped the knife she had just picked up.
The Shinigami's Shihakushō is divided into two seasons: summer and winter.
The materials used in the summer Shihakushō have heat-dissipating properties; after all, it's summer, and everyone knows that the Seireitei) gets extremely hot.
To prevent the Shinigami from suffering from heatstroke, the Shihakushō is made of paper-thin material, or rather, it's like a second layer of Shinigami.
Therefore, Retsu Unohana was able to sense something behind her and subsequently understood what it was.
It feels like in the summer when you're indoors with the air conditioning on, but you still feel very hot; you naturally know that the air conditioner is broken.
"Lie, you lost."
Shiraishi leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
Yes, there was an agreement in advance, and one cannot break one's word.
As she thought this to herself, her will to resist weakened, and her cheeks flushed. "Mmm."
She was as shy and delicate as a girl from a modest family.
Shiraishi hesitated, her mind reeling from a profound question: Is this really the right thing to do?
"What are you still dawdling for!" Retsu Unohana exploded, turning defense into offense and slamming Shiraishi to the ground.
The blurring in his eyes allowed the flames to burn through, making him realize that an even worse "battle" was about to begin.