Unohana's Smile

As the street from the Second Division to the Fourth Division moved, the atmosphere gradually shifted from fierce to tranquil.

Wang Xun walked within the Fourth Division. The herb gardens on both sides of the road were filled with various herbs, their leaves unfurling in the sunlight.

A faint herbal aroma filled the air, calming the mind unconsciously.

This afternoon, there will also be Kendō lesson with Unohana.

In the center of the sword training ground on the back mountain, a figure stood quietly.

Unohana's Zanpakuto was already drawn, its blade gleaming with a faint, cold light.

Wang Xun walked slowly to the edge of the sword-training area.

"Team leader."

Unohana slowly turned around, a faint smile on her face, her eyes gentle, carrying the warmth of a healer.

Yet the Zanpakuto in her hand exuded a chilling sharpness.

"They've arrived."

She gently raised her Zanpakuto, its tip pointing at Wang Xun.

"Your skills have improved rapidly, beyond my expectations, so I've been considering it..."

"In order to unleash your full potential, sparring from today onwards will be done with real swords."

"If you don't concentrate, you'll get hurt. Wang Xun... are you ready?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xun's expression became much more serious.

He then nodded slightly, drew his Zanpakuto, and assumed the starting stance.

"Captain, please enlighten me."

The next moment, Unohana moved.

Without leaving any afterimages from Shunpo, nor with any burst of fierce Reiatsu, she gently lifted her foot and slowly stepped out.

The seemingly slow movement appeared in front of Wang Xun in an instant.

The Zanpakuto in her hand flashed with a chilling light as it slashed toward Wang Xun's neck, carrying an unparalleled aura.

A seemingly ordinary strike contains a deadly intent and skill honed through countless trials.

Wang Xun's pupils suddenly contracted, and his vigilance instantly surged.

The oppressive aura emanating from Unohana wielding a real sword far surpassed anything the wooden sword she had felt before.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, his Reiatsu condensed to its limit on the blade, and he parried Unohana's Zanpakuto.

The clanging of metal against metal echoed throughout the training ground, causing the branches and leaves of the trees in the nearby forest to rustle.

Wang Xun felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, his arm went numb, and his body was uncontrollably pushed backward.

He took several steps before he could barely steady himself, and the Reiatsu within his body fluctuated violently.

"Not bad, that's an improvement over last time."

Unohana still wore a faint smile on her face, and raised her Zanpakuto once more.

"Again."

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved again, the shadows of her Zanpakuto intertwining in the training ground, and sharp blades of light enveloping Wang Xun.

Every strike was incredibly precise, and every strike carried an unparalleled momentum.

The Zanpakuto was wielded to its fullest potential in her hands; it was Kendō honed through countless life-and-death battles, carrying a killing intent that penetrated to the very marrow of her bones.

Wang Xun focused intently, his Zanpakuto flashing rapidly, its shadow intertwining with Unohana's, creating a continuous clang of metal against metal.

A moment later, Wang Xun had several more wounds on his body.

However, under Unohana's guidance, his Kendō improved rapidly.

From initially only being able to withstand a few moves, he has now managed to fight Unohana is suppressing his strength, for a while.

The system notifications kept ringing, which he deliberately ignored.

His feet moved lightly, his Shunpo (Shunpo) perfectly integrated with his Kendō. His figure nimbly dodged amidst the shadows of blades, his Zanpakuto sometimes parrying, sometimes counterattacking.

His control over the Reiatsu of the blade became increasingly refined, and his techniques became more and more skillful.

He gradually came to understand that the Yachiru Swordsmanship that Unohana taught him was not just a simple set of moves.

Rather, it is her understanding of Kendō, her control over killing intent, and her application of Reiatsu.

Unohana incorporated all of these elements into her swordsmanship, ultimately forming her own unique style.

Now, all of these have gradually been inherited by Wang Xun.

The atmosphere in the sword training ground grew increasingly tense, with dense Reiatsu swirling in the air, and the ground marked with marks of varying depths by the flashes of sword light.

Unohana's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and her killing intent intensified.

Wang Xun is gradually stimulating a long-suppressed instinct deep within her soul.

Wang Xun gradually adapted to the rhythm of Unohana.

He could feel that his Kendō was constantly improving, and each time he collided with Unohana, the fragments that fell from the sword deepened his understanding of the Kendō.

After an unknown amount of time, the sun gradually began to set in the west, and golden sunlight shone on the sword-fighting field, creating dappled light and shadow.

Unohana's sword slashed down again, the blade carrying a terrifying killing intent, aiming for Wang Xun's chest.

With this strike, she subconsciously increased her strength, intending to thoroughly test Wang Xun's bottom line.

A glint of light flashed in Wang Xun's eyes. He neither blocked nor dodged again.

The Zanpakuto in his hand suddenly spun, and Reiatsu instantly condensed to its maximum on the blade.

He shifted his body slightly to the side, using the speed of his Shunpo to evade Unohana's sword strike.

At the same time, the tip of the blade, carrying a faint, cold light, gently slid along Unohana's blade, aiming to stab towards her wrist.

This strike was as fast as lightning and incredibly precise; it was the slightest flaw he had seized upon during the absorption of countless fragments.

A hint of surprise flashed in Unohana's eyes; she clearly hadn't expected Wang Xun to suddenly retaliate.

She flicked her wrist slightly, trying to dodge the attack, but she was a fraction too slow.

With a hissing sound.

Wang Xun's knife tip lightly grazed the sleeve of the Unohana, bringing up a sliver of black fabric.

The knife tip grazed her skin, cutting a shallow gash.

But this was the first time Wang Xun had touched her body during his sparring session with Unohana.

However, just as the blade slashed through her sleeve, an extremely terrifying killing intent suddenly erupted from Unohana's body.

It was a cold and violent, bone-deep killing intent, like a chasm from hell, that instantly enveloped the entire training ground.

A rustling sound came from the distant forest, and countless birds were terrified by the murderous intent, falling to the ground.

Wang Xun froze instantly, a chill running from his feet to his head, as if he were being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, making even breathing difficult.

He could sense that the killing intent was not directed at him, but rather an instinctive outburst, a natural fighting instinct that Unohana displayed when touched.

He looked up at Unohana, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Unohana stared silently at the wound on her arm; the calm expression on her face had vanished.

Instead, a very faint, yet slightly eerie smile appeared.

There was not a trace of anger in that smile.

Wang Xun only saw the corners of Unohana's mouth curve slightly.

Bloodlust and pleasure.

Wang Xun was completely stunned; he had never seen Retsu Unohana like this before.

The next moment, Unohana noticed the look in Wang Xun's eyes and realized what was going on.

She raised her hand and touched the corner of her mouth.

He paused for a moment, slightly taken aback.