"Too wonderful," Unohana's face, stained with blood, grew even more delighted.
At the same time, the blade in her hand swung even faster.
"Sigh! It seems from the very beginning, I never experienced this kind of battle. Today, I'll enjoy it properly," Rosse let out a soft sigh. Seeing Unohana's completely undefended slaughtering stance, he not only didn't defend, he even closed his eyes.
But in just an instant, his expression suddenly grew solemn and his eyes opened.
BOOM!
Unohana, standing directly in front of him, instinctively froze.
In those emotionless eyes of Rosse's, she seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of bones, the killing intent piled up from millions of bodies.
Even she lost focus for a moment.
'This… is this his true nature…'
'But how is this possible? How many tens of thousands would you have to kill to condense such pure killing intent?'
"Your blade is dull?", Rosse's cold voice suddenly rang out.
Right after, Unohana felt her Zanpakuto being grabbed.
Rip!
Rosse's blade came down vertically. From her left shoulder to her right waist, Unohana was cleaved directly into two.
The intense pain snapped her awake, and at the same time her face showed a sickly hunger.
Almost instantly, her body dissolved into blood and vanished.
When she reappeared, she was completely uninjured, standing not far away. The wound was gone.
Rosse said nothing. He appeared behind her the very next moment.
In this domain, no injury would become real, but the pain of each wound would grow heavier and heavier as the fight went on, until one side completely collapsed.
Facing Rosse's assault, Unohana didn't turn her body. She used a move like Azure Dragon Turns Its Head.
Holding the blade in her right hand, she slid it under her left arm, stabbed through her captain's haori, and thrust toward Rosse's heart.
Rosse chose to ignore it entirely.
Slash!
Both Purifier and Minazuki pierced their targets at the same moment, striking each other's hearts.
Rosse didn't even grunt. He simply kept swinging Purifier toward Unohana.
"Too wonderful. Not only the most exquisite skill in the world, but also a battle will rare in this world. Rosse-kun, you really are the one I've been searching for, the one who can bring me my final joy in this life," Unohana let out a low, satisfied laugh filled with endless exhilaration.
She once thought she would have to wait until Kenpachi Zaraki was fully unleashed to enjoy her long-awaited fated battle.
But as her Minazuki crossed Rosse's Purifier again and again, she suddenly realized there existed someone a hundred times more wonderful than Zaraki.
Compared to that brute who relied purely on instinct, Rosse, who possessed both exquisite technique and ultimate instinct, was the opponent she had searched for across a thousand years.
To find him, to kill him or be killed by him, this was the destiny of Unohana Yachiru.
The blood-red world churned. Blades flashed again and again.
Blood sprayed constantly from both their bodies, merging into the domain, and then the blood of the domain flowed back into their bodies, restoring them again.
In this world of blood, in this moment, only pure slaughter remained.
And this slaughter went on for three full hours.
Slash!
Rosse stabbed Unohana's heart once more, lifting his head slightly as he silently watched her revive again.
But this time, compared to when Bankai had just begun, her reformation was much slower.
Looking at her perfectly proportioned body, Rosse's eyes still held only coldness.
By now, both of them were completely naked. Aside from the Zanpakuto in their hands, they had no defense at all.
At first, they still regenerated their clothing.
But after dying hundreds of times, they abandoned such useless things, choosing the fastest way to recover so they could resume killing sooner.
"Your blade is dull, Unohana," Rosse spoke calmly. From beginning to end, he never lost his reason.
Three hours of battle was little more than a warm-up for him.
His spiritual pressure looked equal to Unohana's, but the density of their spirit particles wasn't on the same level, and with his will reinforced by Supreme King's Haki, he even surpassed her.
With both spirit pressure and will winning, he had no idea how he could even lose.
Unohana, on the other hand, had fallen completely into a killing frenzy within one hour, fighting like a demon driven purely by instinct.
But terrifying as it was, the Unohana who had assimilated countless styles was overwhelmingly strong even when relying on instinct.
If it had been anyone else, they would have lost the will to fight long ago.
"I can still fight!"
Her voice was a little hoarse. Revived once more, she looked at Rosse with eyes full of unwillingness and bleak despair.
In the end, she still could not bring Rosse any joy.
People can lie through expression or words, but never through the blade in their hand.
Over these three hours, their blades had clashed countless times.
But from beginning to end, Rosse fought with experience, not raw instinct.
To her, that meant she had utterly failed to make him enjoy it.
To not even force out his maddest state… she really was useless.
"Continuing this fight is meaningless. Do you want to become stronger?", Rosse slowly walked to her, his cold gaze fading like winter giving way to spring, replaced by calm stillness.
"It's meaningful. Kill me. This time, if you kill me, I can finally be freed," On Unohana's beautiful face, a hint of release appeared.
She was destined to never give Rosse pleasure.
If so, then let her become a spirit beneath his blade. Let him grant her an end.
She had waited a thousand years. To meet this conclusion, her heart held only incomparable satisfaction.
"Freed completely? I won't do that. Unohana, become mine. Fighting with you gave me great delight," Rosse smiled, raising his left hand. He hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her face to look up at him.
He was speaking nothing but the truth.
He had always crushed opponents with power or by balancing the battlefield through calculation.
A rampage like today, without restraint, was a first.
He didn't have to worry about getting hurt or holding back strength to avoid killing the opponent.
This endless slaughter suited him perfectly.
And a woman who could fight him to this degree… he would never let her go.
"Become yours…", Unohana looked at Rosse in a daze. Her eyes, filled with pleasure, flickered as if unsure what she was thinking.
She wanted release.
But staying by someone like this, enjoying that delight every day, seemed even more intoxicating.
'As expected… I am a useless w*man who can't even let go…'
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