This Kid Is Interesting

When Retsu Unohana returned to her tent, it was already late at night.

There were no lights in the tent; she didn't need any.

She simply stood quietly at the tent entrance, gazing at the cold, clear moon in the sky.

Moonlight streamed through the tent flap, spreading a silvery-white light across the ground.

She was still holding the wooden knife in her hand.

The rough wood and simple design made it into a practice tool that was simply carved out on the spot.

But at this moment, she stared at the wooden knife, slightly lost in thought.

That child endured it today.

She clearly remembered the instinctive reaction in Wang Xun's eyes when she first unleashed her killing intent.

Back off.

That's a reaction any normal living being would have.

When faced with the threat of death, the body makes choices faster than the mind.

She was not disappointed.

Because this is normal.

The second time, he didn't back down, but he was a beat too slow.

The third time, he was still too slow.

The fourth time, it was still too slow.

until...

She raised her eyes and looked at the moonlight on the horizon.

Until the twentieth time, or the thirtieth time?

She couldn't remember.

But she remembered that after a certain moment, the boy's reaction suddenly changed.

Unohana pondered for a moment, trying to find the right words to describe that change.

His body no longer needs to wait for instructions from his brain.

The moment the killing intent arose, his knife was already in motion.

Although she accurately pinpointed his vital points every time.

But that's because his knife wasn't fast enough or accurate enough.

However, it was only one hour.

On the blade, there were still slight scratches left by the boy when he swung the knife.

It took an hour to overcome the instinctive fear of killing intent.

This speed...

Unohana gently rubbed the blade in her palm, her thoughts drifting back to a long, long time ago.

Those days were so long ago that even she herself had almost forgotten them.

A moment later, Unohana put the wooden sword aside and walked outside the tent.

A cool night breeze blew by, carrying the scent of wild plants and trees.

She remembered the look in Wang Xun's eyes when he last looked at her.

He was trembling all over, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he had died countless times under her knife.

But in his eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation.

All we can do is wait.

Waiting for her next strike.

Waiting for the next death to come.

Then next time, hold on for half a breath longer than this time.

Unohana suddenly chuckled softly.

A very faint smile, almost imperceptible in its curve.

She remembered what Wang Xun had said.

"So that when needed, we can protect those behind us."

Protect those behind you.

She never had such a thought back then.

She only wanted to kill.

Kill stronger opponents, kill more people, kill until you become the strongest.

But that child, from the very beginning, didn't intend to kill.

It's about protection.

Unohana raised her head; the moonlight was cold and clear, just like that night a thousand years ago.

But the woman standing here now is no longer the ruthless villain who only knew how to kill a thousand years ago.

She learned to save lives, learned medicine, learned to smile gently, and learned to hide her true self.

She thought she was calm enough.

Even today.

As the child gradually progressed under her murderous intent, she suddenly realized...

My hands are a little itchy.

It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a very, very long time.

The feeling of wanting to draw a sword.

Unohana withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked back into the tent.

She didn't look at the wooden knife again.

But she knew that she would be there on time at that open space at this time tomorrow.

She wanted to know how long that child could hold on next time.

And the next time?

Suddenly, she felt a sense of anticipation.

Outside the window, the moonlight remained the same, and the night was as usual.

Everything was the same as usual.

But Unohana knew that some things had changed.

That boy, with his clumsy swordsmanship, cut a small wound in her heart.

It's very shallow and very fine; you can hardly notice it.

But it does exist.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

A very faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

For the next few days, at midnight every day, Unohana would appear on the open space.

Using that wooden sword, he instructed Wang Xun an hour.

Wang Xun's Kendō experience was also growing at an astonishing rate.

This rocket-like speed of ascent fascinated him.

After Unohana left, Wang Xun would practice alone, repeatedly pondering and experiencing the killing intent he had felt before, and trying to incorporate it into his sword swings.

Late on the fifth night, when Unohana sheathed her sword, a hint of approval flashed in her eyes.

"There's been progress."

This was the first time she had given a direct affirmation.

Wang Xun was covered in sweat, but his eyes were bright.

"Starting today, we move on to the next phase."

Unohana changed the way she held the wooden sword.

"You can already feel the killing intent. Now you need to learn how to use it to your advantage."

With a flick of her wrist, she held the wooden knife upright in front of her, ready to chop.

There was no Reiatsu, and no exertion of force.

But Wang Xun clearly felt that he was completely unable to resist the power of this strike.

"You felt it?"

The Unohana) says.

"When you're about to strike, your opponent will instinctively tense up because they sense danger."

"But this is merely an aura."

She looked at Wang Xun.

"The Second Division excels in assassination, aiming for a single, fatal strike, and the same applies to Kendō. The difference is that you are standing squarely in front of your opponent."

Wang Xun lost in thought.

"Try attacking me."

Upon hearing Unohana's words, Wang Xun a deep breath and gripped the wooden sword tightly.

Step forward and swing down.

Unohana's wooden sword lightly touched his wrist.

"Wrong, you're still thinking about how to swing the knife."

"Let your momentum guide your blade."

"Again."

He swung it down.

Hit the wrist.

"Again."

After more than a hundred repetitions, Wang Xun's arms were already numb.

But then, the next time...

Unohana missed his wrist.

Her wooden sword was placed against Wang Xun's sword.

"Good."

Wang Xun was stunned.

He looked down at his hands.

He hadn't thought about that last stab.

It was as if the knife had swung out on its own.

That day, after practice, Unohana turned and left as usual.

Wang Xun stood there, watching the departing figure.

His Kendō, at level 6, is almost complete.

[Kendō: lv6 (Experience: 11200/12000)]

On the seventh day, the mission was about to end.

The wounded are in stable condition, and no more illusions have appeared in the vicinity.

This rescue mission is nearing completion.

Everyone was preparing to evacuate and return to Seireitei.

However, that very afternoon, a terrifying Reiatsu, far exceeding any previous one, approached from afar.

Wang Xun was the first to realize something was wrong.

He dropped what he was doing and rushed out of the tent in Shunpo.

In the distance, several enormous black shadows were moving toward this direction.

Each dark figure exuded a suffocating Reiatsu.

Adjuchas.

Three.

It was accompanied by more than a dozen Gillian.

The 11th Division member beside him stared blankly, almost speechless.

"This Reiatsu fluctuation... Adjuchas?"

"How is that possible..."

No one could answer him.

Because everyone is afraid.

At this moment, the strongest fighting force in the camp consists only of the Fourth Division Captain Unohana and the Fourth Seat Wang Xun.

But can the two members of the medical squad withstand these three Adjuchas?

Unohana stepped out of the tent, her gaze fixed on the distance.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Instead, he wore an expression that Wang Xun had never seen before.

"Wang Xun."

"Exist."

"Protect the wounded."

"Yes, then Captain..."

Unohana didn't answer; she just kept walking forward.

Then, Wang Xun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Reiatsu emanating from Unohana has changed.

The gentle yet profound Reiatsu seemed to have split open from the middle.

A palpable killing intent emanated from her, causing the surrounding air to seem to freeze.

The Gillian who were charging at the very back suddenly stopped.

They were terrified, they were trembling.

No matter how much Adjuchas roared in front of him, he still refused to follow and charge forward.

The next moment, Unohana Shunpo in front of the Hollows.

A flash of blood-red light appeared.

Adjuchas, who was charging at the very front, had his head severed from his body and slid heavily to the ground.

The terrified crowd behind him froze, staring blankly at their merciful captain as he drew his blade from his waist.

"How is this possible? Captain Unohana, she's that strong..."

That's Adjuchas, after all.

He is second only to Vasto Lorde among the Menos Grande.

He was... killed in one strike?

The Unohana no Hana did not stop.

She continued walking forward.

With each step, a flash of blood appeared.

The second Adjuchas fell.

Then came the third one.

Finally, there were the Gillian.

The once terrifying Menos Grande was now like a lamb to the slaughter before her.

The blood gushing from the Menos Grande's wound flowed like a river, staining the earth red.

Wang Xun stood at the back with the others, watching the figure holding a knife.

The battle ended in just a few dozen breaths.

The Unohana stands silently amidst the void that has dissipated into Reishi.

She gave a soft hum.

"How boring."