Restricted Death

Chapter 150 All Ends with the Twin Blades
Before the sword energy even arrived, the chilling intent of death pierced her brow with pain. Unohana Retsu instinctively raised her sleeve to cover her face, but the cuff of her sleeve silently tore open the moment it came into contact with the sword energy, and fine beads of blood suddenly appeared on her pale skin.

The moment her pupils trembled, the muscles in her left leg tensed up suddenly, and she rolled to the side in an almost contorted position. As the sword energy grazed her ear, she clearly heard the crisp sound of hair breaking, and the trembling sensation of death's scythe grazing her neck made her throat tighten.

boom!
A terrifying, bottomless ravine was torn open in the rocky ground beside her, and the sound of falling rocks seemed to be mixed with the pounding of her heart.

She suddenly realized that her breathing was also disordered, because she had been frightened by the sword energy just now.

Xin, who had landed safely not far away, slowly spoke up: "Captain, you really are afraid of death."

"..."

Unohana Retsu had no way to refute. She glanced sideways at the ravine cut by the sword energy beside her, her pupils shrinking into two cold stars as she trembled. Her fingertips unconsciously ran over the side of her neck, where the burning pain from the sword energy still lingered. It was not a physical wound, but the stinging pain of her soul being looked down upon by some higher being.

This means that his swordsmanship has reached a level that surpasses his own.
Unohana Retsu raised her blade, examining herself in the bright, mirror-like surface. Memories steeped in blood suddenly surged forth; the souls she had slain wailed in the abyss, their distorted faces now seemingly overlapping her own.

The severed shadow will take root and grow into a reflection in the enemy's pupils that he dares not acknowledge.

The Zanpakuto hummed, and a long-lost burning sensation surged deep within his chest.

"It is my fault."

Unohana Retsu lowered her eyes and said this, which surprised Shin slightly.

"I now admit that everything you said before was true."

Faith does indeed have the power to kill her.

Then she suddenly gripped the blade tightly with her left hand, letting her palm be cut open, blood flowing freely and soaking the blade.

"Solution—"

The smell of rust in the air suddenly intensified, and the blade melted into a crimson liquid in the blood mist.

is blood!

The blood seeping from between Unohana Retsu's fingers trembled in unison with the blade, as if hundreds of hellish rifts were simultaneously opening beneath her feet. The entire space suddenly collapsed into blood-red amber, and viscous blood flowed back from the void, staining the rugged rocky ground into a surging crimson swamp.

"All gone."

Her whispers seeped into the blood mist, and the blade in her hand suddenly tore through the space with a mournful sound, as if it were alive.

The soles of Shin's shoes were already soaked in boiling blood. He saw Unohana Retsu's clothes, lifted by the blood waves, solidify into a tangible killing intent. The places where he had slashed were being stitched back together by writhing blood threads, becoming a breeding ground for new killing intent.

In a daze, Shin seemed to see the souls that had been devoured by the Zanpakuto now materialized as blood-red skeletons, half of their bodies emerging from the blood swamp, their jaws opening and closing with a metallic, hissing sound.

The surging waves of corpses hanging upside down between heaven and earth, and the faint smile of Unohana Retsu dissolved in blood, were just like the heinous villain who had reached out to him a thousand years ago, stepping on a mountain of corpses.

Fortunately, it was just a fleeting illusion.

Shin's body surface glowed with intermittent spiritual light uncontrollably. This was him using his Zanpakuto to resist the spiritual pressure from Unohana Retsu. If he didn't use the Zanpakuto's abilities, Unohana Retsu's spiritual pressure alone would be enough to make him breathless.

He claimed to possess power equal to his opponent's, but this power was never manifested in his spiritual pressure.

Xin is currently only at the third level of spiritual power, but what about Mao Zhihua Lie?
Second-class spiritual power, perhaps even stronger!
Shin had never directly experienced the impact of spiritual pressure above the second level of spiritual power. Even now, it was the "stagnation" of his Zanpakuto that helped him isolate this pressure.

Blood plasma kept flowing into the trench that had been cut open by the letter, as if trying to fill the abyss.

Xin suddenly dropped the shallow sword in his hand, letting it plunge into the blood swamp. Then, as if appearing out of thin air, two swords, one red and one white, appeared at his waist.

"Dual swords..."

A look of surprise appeared in Retsu Unohana's eyes.

She recalled a question she had long ago: This shore and the other shore, indeed, sound like the names of two knives.

It seems that only Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro possessed dual Zanpakuto in the Seireitei, but their Zanpakuto were not dual-blade before they were released.

Has Shin already unleashed his Zanpakuto?

The two swords were slowly drawn from Xin's hands. The long sword "Other Shore" was bright red and dripping with color. The red spider lily flower in full bloom was vividly carved on the hilt. The short sword "This Shore" was pure white and bone-like. The blade pattern was as winding as the stem of the spider lily flower.

The blood swamp surged like boiling water, and the red and white swords reflected a strange, cold light against the scarlet sky.

Whoa!

Xin moved first, his toes stepping over the waves of blood, arriving in an instant, slicing through the surging crimson curtain like cutting paper.

Two-wielding?

Unohana Retsu's pupils reflected the crisscrossing blade light. Her Zanpakuto was like a blood whip. In the instant she spun around and flicked her sleeve, the blood swamp suddenly condensed into thousands of fine blades.

A million blood needles, carrying a murderous aura, rushed towards them, but were shredded the moment they touched the blade. With a clang, the twin blades struck the blood blade heavily, and the surge of spiritual pressure created a brief vacuum by pushing out the blood beneath the two figures.

A flash of cold light appeared on the blade, and it seemed to be stabbing straight at Unohana Retsu. In that instant, Unohana Retsu's body bent backward, almost breaking her spine. But at that moment, the red blade broke through her defense, and a blood-red blade wind suddenly slashed down.

Ding!
This almost certain strike was blocked by Unohana, whose hidden blade, concealed in her sleeve, gripped the hilt of "Higanbana" tightly!
The spiritual pressure erupted from her body once more, and the spiritual particles on her body surface also emitted a dazzling light. With a whoosh, a wave of blood engulfed the area where the two of them were.

The clanging of four sharp blades pierced the blood-red sky as Shin and Retsu Unohana flew through the space, their cold blades weaving a chaotic net.

Shin, wielding two swords, launched an even more ferocious attack than before, forcing Retsu Unohana into a completely defensive position. She had no time to look for opportunities to attack, as simply defending against the two constantly attacking swords kept her on edge the entire time. Shin's attacks were not wide-ranging; each of his strikes was extremely precise and cunning.

Once again, they withdrew their weapons. Retsu Unohana discarded her exquisite short blade; compared to Shin's twin swords, her second sword, which could only be used for sneak attacks, seemed somewhat cumbersome.

The series of collisions caused one of her braids to come undone, but she didn't care.

Although he discarded the short blade, his left hand was still subconsciously hidden in his sleeve. He raised the blood-stained blade and moved at the same time as his opponent.

With a swift strike, the blood droplets flew out with the force of cannonballs, dense as a curtain. Shin's speed became sluggish in this rain of blood. Unohana Retsu attacked like a persistent, venomous wound. Shin had just raised his twin swords when the blood blade struck them heavily. Bang!
The immense force forced Xin's knees to bend slightly. At that moment, the blood swamp suddenly contracted violently, condensing into a second short gun in her hand that was entirely made of blood crystallization!
Before Unohana Retsu could thrust her pistol at her opponent, Shin had already deflected his white blade, narrowly missing her throat by millimeters.

As Unohana Retsu staggered backward, Shin flipped and leaped back. In the turbulent blood mist of the spiritual energy, his figure was blurred and elongated. Unohana then heard that teeth-grinding sound of metal scraping together.

"Yaksha flashes through the sky!"

Intersecting sword energies flew down from the sky. Unohana's pupils shrank suddenly. She dodged with a quick step, and the sword energy crashed into the blood swamp, creating waves several meters high.

As the blood wave fell, another sword aura pierced through the blood plasma and slashed horizontally. Unohana Retsu's eyes flickered slightly, as if she had sensed something.

It's gotten slower...

She dodged the last sword strike with less pressure. Although there was still the same oppressive feeling as before, the speed was much slower, and she could see its path much more clearly.

Retsu Unohana stared again at the figure standing opposite her. In this crimson and dark space, his body was emitting spiritual light.

To be honest, Shin's posture felt very strange to her. Shinigami sense others' spiritual pressure by capturing their spiritual networks, but at this moment, Shin did not have the spiritual networks that a Shinigami should have. It was as if the person standing there was not a person, but just a mass of spiritual pressure.

Unohana Retsu suddenly looked up and saw that, in this blood-red dome, there was also an invisible barrier suppressing the expansion of this blood-red world.

She realized that her opponent was simultaneously suppressing her spiritual pressure to prevent it from breaking the space's limitations, resisting her spiritual pressure, and fighting her at the same time.

However, the spiritual barrier around him prevented her from detecting the strength of Xin's spiritual pressure at that moment.

"Why, are you soft-hearted?"

The letter on the other end suddenly spoke.

Unohana looked on coldly, her left hand gently stroking the blood-stained blade.

Swish!
Xin attacked again, his twin swords striking one after the other. The sound of Shunpo shattering the blood waves accompanied by the wind from his swords flew over. Flames ignited deep within Unohana Retsu's eyes. She suddenly abandoned defense and launched an attack. Her Zanpakuto transformed into a continuous red waterfall, each strike accompanied by the roar of collapsing mountains. The blood swamp churned wildly under the violent spiritual pressure, and the afterimages of the two intertwined tore the air apart with sharp explosions.

Her attack was relentless, and despite being wounded by Xin's twin blades, it did not hinder her offensive in the slightest.

However, the more fiercely Retsu Unohana attacked, the more she felt something strange. It was true that Shin was being suppressed by her, but her attacks did not leave a single effective wound. Whenever the blade was about to touch a vital spot, Shin's sword would always cut off the attack at an angle that defied common sense, as if it had predicted all of her attack trajectories in advance. The recoil force transmitted when the blades collided was gradually eroding her wrist bones.

Whoa!

Another powerful strike, and Shin, who was only using his red blade to parry, trembled slightly. After a brief pause, Unohana's pupils dilated a little, and like a pack of wolves smelling blood, she thrust her blood spear into Shin's chest with incredible speed.

puff!

It was the sound of flesh being pierced.

This caused Unohana's eyes to widen in surprise. Shin's white blade lashed out, but she did not back down, letting it tear open her chest.

Swish!
It was impossible to tell whose blood gushed down first. Unohana Retsu gripped the short gun formed from blood plasma tightly, her left hand still desperately pushing it forward, trying to drive it completely into Shin's body.

Fresh blood kept seeping out from the gap pierced by the blood-stained gun, mingling with the blood plasma on the pistol.

The blood of faith.

This was the first time Unohana Retsu had ever seen him bleed. In his previous battle with Ichimaru Gin, he had demonstrated the ability to remain unharmed. During that battle, she had wondered if her attack could successfully injure him.

In retrospect, I was worrying too much.

Her eyes gleamed with pleasure as she asked in a low voice, "You should be immune to harm, so why were you stabbed by me?"

Shin glanced at Retsu Unohana's chest. Underneath her haori and the lining of her shihaka outfit, she had torn a hole, exposing a lot of pale skin. There was also a long, gruesome gash, with the exposed flesh and blood gushing out.

He grinned and said, "If it's a fight, wouldn't it be too boring if only one person bleeds?"

"..."

Unohana Retsu remained silent, but through the blood-stained gun connecting the two, Shin could feel her body trembling.

She pushed the blood gun forward a little further until the tip completely pierced through Xin's body.

A faint smile played on her lips, but beneath that calm expression lay a suppressed glint. Finally, as she spoke, a hint of ferocity appeared: "You're right. Even if you say now that your spiritual pressure is exhausted and you can't sustain it, I won't hold back. I won't pity you for maintaining the barrier of this space."

Credit White Blade gently lifted the shiha armor on her chest, looking at the pale skin and bright red flesh: "Captain, your voice is so nice, but it's a pity that such a wound didn't even make you scream. Don't you feel any pain? I'm in a lot of pain."

Unohana Retsu stared intently at Shin's wound, watching the blood-soaked dagger, as thick as a baby's arm, pierce through him. This filled her with a deep-seated excitement and pleasure, as if she herself were the one being pierced and filled.

She abruptly pulled the pistol from Xin's body, watching it melt back into blood plasma, mixing with the blood brought from Xin's body and soaking her palm.

Unohana Retsu staggered back a step, looking at her hand, and gently wiping a bright red mark on her lips with her blood-stained fingers.

At this moment, the wounds on her body began to heal rapidly under the power of her Bankai and Hokurikudo, even the horrific bloody gash on her chest. As her flesh healed itself, steam rose from the wound.

"what……"

Unohana Retsu suddenly let out a long breath, her black hair falling completely down, her face looking somewhat sickly against the backdrop of her blood-smeared lips.

"It's been so long..."

She murmured, "Before I met you, I felt like I was about to completely wither away. I really have to thank you for nourishing me."

The bloody hole in Xin's chest was instantly healed by the "Retreat" ability.

Unohana Retsu raised her blood-red blade and held it horizontally in front of her, her eyes like cold stars.

"Come on, let's continue our battle."

(End of this chapter)