A Vessel Without Limits

A hint of surprise flashed in Unohana's eyes, then her fingers gently fell.

She stared quietly at her torn sleeve, feeling the long-lost killing intent and the joy of battle within her, and slowly exhaled, regaining her composure.

The smile on her lips vanished in an instant, like a fleeting moment, so quick that one might mistake it for an illusion.

She suppressed her killing intent, and the terrifying aura instantly dissipated, restoring calm to the training ground.

Only the deathly silence of the surrounding forest testified to the tumultuous waves that had just passed.

Retsu Unohana turned to the side, her back to Wang Xun, her voice still soft, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible emotion.

"Wang Xun, you have made great progress in Kendō."

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, your current level is already quite good. If we disregard Reiatsu, some captains who aren't known for their Kendō wouldn't be your match."

Unohana slowly turned around, her face regaining its calm expression, as if the terrifying killing intent and gleeful smile from just moments ago had never existed.

"You could say you've reached the Yachiru's swordsmanship."

Wang Xun to his senses, and the shock in his heart gradually subsided.

He sheathed his sword and stood there, looking in the direction of Unohana.

"It's all thanks to the captain's guidance. Without his meticulous instruction, I wouldn't have made the progress I have today."

Unohana looked at Wang Xun, nodded slightly, and then her brows furrowed slightly.

Her mind was churning with endless thoughts.

Wang Xun's progress far exceeded her expectations.

From initially joining the Fourth Division without even understanding the basics of the Kaidō, to now being able to independently perform organ repair techniques on severely injured individuals.

From initially being mediocre in Kendō, he has now been able to withstand her attacks for a long time and even injure her sleeves.

The speed of this progress was astonishing.

He's like a container with no upper limit.

No matter what or how much you teach him, he can grasp it steadily, digest and absorb it quickly, and transform it into his own knowledge.

The Kaidō Dao is the same as the Kendō.

Such talent and learning ability were unprecedented in her long life.

A blurry figure unconsciously appeared in Unohana's mind.

A small, thin figure.

That was a long time ago, the only person who could truly hurt her, and the only person who could defeat her in Kendō.

Since her encounter with that person, she has never met another opponent who can pique her interest.

Over time, she withdrew her killing intent, put down her sword, and turned to cultivating the Kaidō, gradually becoming the captain of the Fourth Division.

Until Wang Xun appeared.

This boy made her feel the joy of battle, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.

His Kendō talent and his rate of progress even made it impossible for Unohana to determine his potential.

Thinking of this, a long-lost flutter stirred in Retsu Unohana's heart.

Perhaps, in the distant future, this person, under my tutelage, will be able to surpass me in the art of Kendō.

She could even surpass the one who had once defeated her with a sword.

The Unohana thought about it, the deeper the flutter in her heart became.

He personally trained a top-notch swordsman, watching him grow from an unknown nobody into an opponent who could rival him.

This idea made her even more excited.

More importantly, sparring with Wang Xun allowed her to rediscover the joy of fighting that she had long missed.

She could feel that the fighting instinct buried deep in her heart was quietly reviving without her even realizing it.

How delightful!

At this point, Unohana's ideas gradually became bolder.

She had saved her strength for the previous sparring sessions, and what she taught Wang Xun was only the basics of the Yachiru Swordsmanship.

Now, she's serious and wants to teach him more and deeper things.

I want to teach him the true Yachiru Swordsmanship, the strongest Kendō in Soul Society, belonging to the First Kenpachi.

In fact, Unohana wanted to drive him to see a wider world and experience more intense battles.

Let him grow into a top-tier swordsman through the baptism of blood and fire.

Until the very end, I will have a real showdown with him.

He held back without any further restraint, no longer concealing his murderous intent.

Just to enjoy the thrill of battle.

Unohana looked at Wang Xun, a hint of excitement gradually appeared in her eyes, and the smile on her lips deepened.

Even Wang Xun started to get a little creeped out by watching it.

Wang Xun didn't know what Unohana was thinking, but her current expression made Wang Xun sense a hint of danger.

Oh no, who has made her happy again...?

"Usagi, Unohana... Captain?"

Wang Xun called out softly, and then, as if she had realized what was happening, Unohana coughed lightly.

Wang Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, in the end, Unohana managed to compose herself.

He returned to his usual gentle demeanor and became the kind and gentle Fourth Division Captain.

She straightened her clothes and Zanpakuto.

He then gently touched the wound on his forearm that Wang Xun had slashed.

A pale green Kaidō Reiatsu swept over, and the wound disappeared, leaving the white arm completely healed.

Then, Unohana looked at Wang Xun.

At this moment, Wang Xun's body was covered with wounds of all sizes, making him look quite miserable.

Fortunately, they were all superficial injuries. After all, the current Unohana, having cultivated herself for hundreds of years, knows how to use her strength.

"That concludes today's sparring. You did well, Wang Xun."

"Take care of your injuries, so as not to frighten the soldiers in the barracks."

Wang Xun in agreement and was about to heal his wounds when Unohana suddenly remembered something and stopped him.

"After all, I'm the one who caused your injury. How about this, I'll heal you for you; it'll be faster than you doing it yourself."

Upon Wang Xun looked at Unohana in surprise.

Captain Unohana... you're going to heal my wounds yourself?

The next moment, Wang Xun saw Unohana draw her Zanpakuto once again.

A sudden sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

"Minazuki."

Unohana murmured, and then the Zanpakuto in her hand instantly transformed into a huge and strange creature.

"My Zanpakuto is a biological type. After its Shikai, it can heal the injuries of others, and it's faster than healing yourself."

Wang Xun forced a smile, his hands protectively covering his body.

"No, no need, Captain. I can heal myself very quickly."

"Listen to me, Wang Xun, don't resist."

Unohana gave a gentle smile and controlled the huge, flat monster to slowly open its mouth.

Under Wang Xun's slightly desperate gaze, he swallowed him whole.

After swirling the pupa in its mouth a few times, it spat Wang Xun out.

Wang Xun collapsed in a pool of slime, unable to get up.

Although his wounds had indeed healed, the light in his eyes had faded.

Unohana looked at Wang Xun and chuckled softly.

Then, his tone became slightly more serious.

"Wang Xun, you need to be prepared."

"From today onward, I will diligently teach you swordsmanship, and the demands placed upon you will be a hundred times more stringent than they are now."

"If you're not careful, you could get seriously injured. But don't worry, I can heal any kind of injury."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xun got up, a serious look flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, Captain."

He could sense an unusual undertone in Unohana's voice.

Unohana nodded and turned to walk towards the barracks.

Wang Xun stood in the center of the sword training ground, watching Unohana's back.

He vaguely sensed that Unohana's attitude towards him seemed to have changed again.