"This place is perfect as our sparring ground," Unohana Retsu's voice was still as gentle as water, as if she were inviting a guest to taste fragrant tea.
"Besides, the walls around us are all inlaid with Lethal Presence Rocks. No matter how much spiritual pressure we release, we don't need to worry about being disturbed by those boring people outside."
The moment her words fell, her slightly lowered eyes, filled with mercy, slowly lifted.
Rip!
As Unohana's fingers moved lightly, the huge, perfectly braided rope of hair on her chest loosened strand by strand, as if some kind of shackle had been completely removed.
Her smooth black hair was no longer neatly bound. Like night escaping a cage, it first slid softly over her shoulders, then poured down like a waterfall of ink, spreading freely, moving on its own despite the still air.
From Rosse's point of view, that face of Unohana that always seemed to carry a saintly smile began a subtle and profound transformation.
The curve at the corner of her lips did not disappear, but the gentleness was replaced by a cruel pleasure.
The mercy between her brows was wiped away, replaced by an ultimate calm and a thirst for blood.
The most terrifying was her gaze. Those eyes that once soothed all pain were now as deep as the abyss of hell, holding no trace of pity, only reflecting blood and slaughter.
BOOM!
A killing intent refined to its extreme, cold enough to pierce bone, erupted along with Unohana's overwhelming spiritual pressure like a volcano awakened after a thousand years.
At this moment, the one standing before Rosse was no longer the Fourth Division Captain Unohana Retsu.
She was the unprecedented and unrepeatable great villain in the history of the Soul Society, the first Kenpachi… Unohana Yachiru.
Swoosh!
With one step, Unohana instantly appeared in front of Rosse, the blade in her hand gliding out smoothly, slashing toward his face.
"Captain Unohana's attacks really are fiery," A faint smile lifted Rosse's lips. Though he moved after her, his blade Purifier met Unohana's strike in time.
BOOM!
Deep blue spiritual pressure collided with blood red pressure in the air. The rippling shockwaves felt like an earthquake, shaking the entire space.
If not for the Lethal Presence Rocks absorbing everything, every Captain would have sensed this battle in an instant.
"Your swordsmanship is very peculiar," Unohana's eyes, brimming with pleasure, carried the delight of spotting prey.
She moved with unbelievable speed. The moment she brushed aside Rosse's blade, she struck again from a tricky angle.
"Captain Unohana's swordsmanship is what's amazing. You always attack places that make countering you difficult," Rosse remained calm. Purifier shifted skillfully in his hand and easily blocked all of Unohana's attacks.
Each clash made the space tremble endlessly.
But the two of them knew this was only the warm-up.
The spiritual pressure they were using now was only at the level of 13th Rank Reiryoku, about the same as the Ninth Division Captain who went missing a hundred years ago.
This level was far from their limit.
Unohana kept swinging. Each stroke was more exquisite than the previous one.
Every strike held the essence she had built over a thousand years.
Yachiru, the name she gave herself, symbolized her mastery of every sword style in the Soul Society.
Her swordsmanship had reached the realm of perfection.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
But even faced with such exquisite mastery, Rosse was not suppressed at all. He blocked every one of her attacks.
Their spiritual pressure was equal. Numbers meant nothing here.
Rosse was suppressing Unohana purely with swordsmanship.
Hers was strong, and if the system graded it, it might reach SS level.
But his was genuinely SS level.
Even though the top battle power of the pirate world wasn't as great as in the Soul Society, its battle intensity was much higher, and any skill only truly evolves in real combat.
Clang!
Rosse lightly brushed away Unohana's blade, and Purifier drew across her chest.
Rip!
Unohana's shihakusho was cut open, revealing a bleeding wound and the flawless yet scarred curves of her chest.
"It still won't do… Rosse-kun, you're the first person to defeat me in pure technique," Even though she was hurt, exposed, and wide open, Unohana felt no shame. Instead, her eyes grew even more delighted.
She had lost before, but always to spiritual pressure.
This was the first time she had been crushed in pure swordsmanship.
This feeling was too subarashii.
"Come now, come. Rosse-kun, let's have a duel where both of us go all out, and only one of us walks away alive."
Her voice dripped with longing. She pulled back, holding her Zanpakuto across her body. Her left hand gently brushed the blade.
"BANKAI: MINAZUKI!"
📍 Minazuki
BOOM!
As Unohana released her Bankai, her surging spiritual pressure turned into a blood red world that swallowed the entire space.
This was a world of blood alone.
Thick, sticky blood clung to Unohana, making her both more alluring and more like a demon of blood, exuding a chilling aura.
"We said this was sparring, and you start by using Bankai. Isn't this a bit too much?", Rosse raised an eyebrow as he experienced her Bankai domain firsthand.
He could clearly feel that within this domain, all rules had changed.
Being stabbed through the heart should kill. Being beheaded should kill. None of that applied here.
The only way to die in this domain was to lose the will to fight.
And losing the will to fight was the only way to leave.
Of course, if Unohana chose to end her Bankai, he could exit, but judging by her unhinged state, she wouldn't undo this domain until one of them died.
What an unreasonable Bankai.
"This is perfect, Rosse-kun. Come, fight me. I hope my strength can please you," The moment her words fell, she was already in front of Rosse, swinging down.
Rosse frowned slightly and raised his blade to meet her.
But at the instant he moved, Unohana shifted her blade's trajectory. She didn't care about his blade cutting into her. Instead, she swung at him from another direction.
Rosse's eyes didn't change at all. He simply guided Purifier to continue its swing toward her.
Slash!
Two sprays of blood burst at the same time, staining both their shihakusho red.
On both of their chests, a wound deep enough to reach bone opened.
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