Whether his attitude is fierce or submissive.
Retsu Unohana's mind would not change; she took a Shunpo back, intending to use her Bankai.
If she couldn't kill him once or twice, she would try a hundred or a thousand times. She refused to believe she couldn't kill Shiraishi.
Ultimately, there is no one in this world who cannot be killed!
Shiraishi used the Steel Tempest forward, his eyes flashing with lightning like shooting stars, as the pale and terrifying demon mask drew near.
He didn't intend to let Retsu Unohana easily Bankai, and reached straight for his heart with his left hand.
"Tsk," Retsu Unohana muttered in dissatisfaction, her left-hand hidden blade shifting from its cold, sinister stance to an extremely fierce slash at Shiraishi's left hand.
Bang! His passive ability was triggered, and the blood-red vortex temporarily slowed down his hidden sword movement.
His Reiatsu surged suddenly, condensing in his palm and transforming into a black and red ball of light the size of a basketball.
Aside from its High-Speed Regeneration, the Hollowfication Shiraishi can also use Cero.
This was undoubtedly beyond Retsu Unohana's expectations. She raised an eyebrow, dodged with Shunpo, and her wide sleeve was shattered by the Cero, revealing her fair left arm.
Before she could catch her breath, a dark red Reiatsu enveloped her Zanpakuto and slashed down.
"You brat!"
Retsu Unohana's eyes widened, and she swung her sword to meet the attack.
Shiraishi felt that it wasn't a clash between swords, but rather that his sword had struck the swamp, deflecting all the force.
The knife unconsciously moved to the other side, and the cold, sharp blade pierced his throat.
"Pah!" He blinded himself with blood.
Retsu Unohana's chest heaved even more, and she exhaled sharply, blowing the blood back into her mouth. She then swung her sword horizontally in her left hand, intending to cut off the head of this detestable man.
Not wanting to experience the feeling of losing his head, Shiraishi grabbed the hidden blade with one hand and kicked her hard in the waist.
She leaped up, as light and agile as a bird, and kicked him in the face with both feet.
Bang!
Shiraishi took a solid hit and drew his sword from his throat. He aimed his left hand at Retsu Unohana, and black and red Reiatsu condensed at his fingertips.
Chirp! Five black and red Cero shot out.
Retsu Unohana originally intended to use her Bankai during this opportunity, Cero interrupted her thoughts, slashing fiercely at the five Cero.
Boom! The force of the air made her long hair flutter as she used brute force to slash away at the Cero, her hands feeling slightly numb.
In his line of sight, Shiraishi flicked his fingertips repeatedly, unleashing Cero light like spherical lightning bolts that hurtled toward Retsu Unohana.
Give her no chance to breathe.
Having already experienced the danger of a direct confrontation, Retsu Unohana was unwilling to relinquish the initiative on the battlefield and proactively engaged in Cero.
In a flash of light, he skillfully deflected the Cero, buying himself a sliver of time, and Bankai: Minazuki.
A chilling atmosphere enveloped the vast space, blood gushed down the walls, and even the blade of her sword oozed crimson.
Her eyes were illuminated by the blood, and her cheeks lost their shadows, retaining some of their former gentleness.
That poignant killing intent, like love itself, made Shiraishi pause, knowing that the most difficult challenge was yet to come.
We can't continue to rely on High-Speed Regeneration more waves.
Retsu Unohana lowered her eyes and Shunpo in front of Shiraishi, her blood-red blade flashing like lightning.
Shiraishi used the Steel Tempest out, blocking the blade first. Before the clanging sound could be heard, a stream of blood-red energy blew upwards from his body.
The hidden blade in his left hand also transformed into a blood-red blade, slashing towards his neck.
He clenched his left fist, a dark red Reiatsu covering its surface, and used the Cero as a gauntlet, putting it on his left fist and striking upwards.
boom.
A black and red Cero poured into the darkness above. Shiraishi roared and changed his sword to a horizontal sweep, unleashing a blood-red tornado at such close range.
Retsu Unohana Shunpo to teleport a hundred meters away, followed closely by a blood-red tornado that lifted her high into the air with an irresistible suction force.
Last Breath.
Shiraishi unleashed his ultimate move.
A deadly crisis was palpable on his body. Retsu Unohana's eyes widened in shock. He never imagined that he would be driven to this point by a mere brat.
The heart, frozen by murderous intent, gradually melted with fighting spirit. Instead of going against the tornado, she spun with it, lifting herself high into the air.
It's easier said than done.
Making judgments and taking drastic actions in such a short time requires extremely high skill and a calm mind.
Retsu Unohana possesses all these conditions.
She dodged Shiraishi's powerful attack and instead used the force to swing down from mid-air.
Shiraishi delivered an uppercut.
Bang!
The immense Reiatsu, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, brought him crashing to the ground.
The Kidō rippled with light.
The entire Muken is shrouded in seals of all sizes, making it no easy task to create a pit here.
Retsu Unohana gracefully flipped over, fluttering behind him like a falling leaf in the wind, and swung her sword to slash at the back of his neck.
Shiraishi blocked the attack again with a move reminiscent of Su Qin carrying a sword on his back.
A smile played on her lips, her eyes softened with tenderness, and the murderous intent in her heart was completely melted away by her surging fighting spirit.
The clash of blades, the battle of skills—that's the kind of fighting she seeks.
The last time I experienced this exhilarating feeling was when I fought against young Zaraki.
However, the two battles were not the same.
Faced with the extremely violent Reiatsu of the young Zaraki, she was unable to use some of her techniques. During the fight, she could clearly perceive her own limits and weaknesses.
While Shiraishi didn't exude the same overwhelming sense of pressure, the combat experience she provided was in no way inferior to that of Zaraki.
Iekawa Nen-ryū, Kyōshin Meichi-ryū, Tenshin Ittō-ryū, Shintō Munen-ryū...
Retsu Unohana uses different styles of swords, sometimes wielding two swords simultaneously, sometimes a single sword, her style ranging from treacherous and insidious to upright and honorable.
Constantly changing, constantly attacking.
Shiraishi was completely dominated throughout, yet he persevered without showing any sign of breaking down.
His Hollowfication extremely fast physical reactions, coupled with his Spiritual Sense that can be activated within three steps, enabling him to achieve an absurd feat of slicing through every single raindrop with his sword during a downpour.
His High-Speed Regeneration also allows his organs, which were shattered by Retsu Unohana's attacks, to recover rapidly.
They can even retaliate from time to time.
This behavior further stimulated Retsu Unohana's nerves; her chest was filled with the joy of battle, and her sword moved faster and faster with each strike.
All Yachiru were unleashed.
Shiraishi has lost count of how many times he suffered fatal injuries.
It was just a minor, fatal wound, nothing to brace against.
"Huff, huff." Retsu Unohana let out a captivating pant, sweat gradually beading on her forehead, some of it trickling down her chest.
Her cheeks flushed; the constant attacks were draining her Reiatsu, not to mention being in Bankai all the time.
Shiraishi was exhausted, too lazy even to wipe his sweat, and squinted his eyes, saying, "Are you... are you satisfied?"
"No."
Retsu Unohana took a deep breath, a slight smile playing on her lips, bright as the wind. "You're no longer useful?"
"Just kidding, I'm super strong, okay? I could fight another 300 rounds without a problem."
Shiraishi retorted, "If you'd give me a reward, saying you'd do some lewd things if I defeated you, I could even beat you."
Retsu Unohana laughed. "You really have no shame. Fine, as long as you defeat me, you can do whatever you want."
Shiraishi has been waiting for this sentence for a long time; it's time for the perfume to play its role.