Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 186 The First Women

Reincarnation City, Fourth Division Barracks.

The Fourth Division's barracks are located in the northeast of the inner city, backed by a man-made forest of spirit trees, with a stream flowing through it, its waters gurgling.

Unlike the Twelfth Division, which spends most of its time buried underground researching dangerous things, and the Eleventh Division, which is about to become the Johto branch and consists of carnivorous musclemen.

This place is filled with a peaceful atmosphere all day long, and even when the wind blows through the eaves, it seems exceptionally quiet. It is a sacred place in the hearts of many male Grim Reapers.

Retsu Unohana sat in the tea room of the barracks, a medical tome from another world spread out in front of her, and quietly read it.

Her braids were coiled at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck. The soft sunlight from the window shone down on her, making her look like a Bodhisattva in a Buddhist temple, holy and compassionate.

The Grim Reaper's healing primarily relies on healing methods and medicines, such as the pills prepared by Kisuke Urahara, which can quickly heal injuries; there are also "spiritual objects that nourish the soul," but these are not traditional medicinal herbs.

For the primarily spiritual beings of the Wheel of Reincarnation, medical knowledge from the outside world mostly serves only to broaden their horizons.

This broad perspective undoubtedly opened a new door in the medical field.

"Captain Unohana".

The newly appointed deputy head of the pharmaceutical research department, former third-ranking member Iechika Iemura, peeked halfway in from outside the door and whispered.

"All the wounded in the outer realms have been treated. The seriously wounded have been transferred to the Spirit Springs for recuperation, while the lightly wounded have returned to the team after receiving flesh-replenishing potions."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Unohana Retsu nodded slightly, her voice soft and gentle, "Organize and file today's cases; I need to review them first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Ijiangcun bowed and withdrew; the paper door closed again.

Standing at the door, he breathed a sigh of relief—thank goodness, Unohana was still here, still the beloved captain of the Fourth Division.

The tea room returned to silence, with only the sound of water startling the deer in the courtyard.

Then, a loud shout came from the direction of the main gate of the barracks, carrying an intense and violent pressure that threw the weakest members of the Fourth Division into a brief panic.

"The Flower of the Rabbit - Yachiru!"

The voice was hoarse, wild, and filled with incomprehensible agitation.

It charged recklessly all the way.

"You come out here!"

"Saito, don't harm the innocent."

"Shikatri, shut up!"

Unohana Retsu put down the medical book in her hand, sighed softly, her face showing little emotion, and simply said something.

"Saito, Shikatori, I'm here."

His words carried a soothing breeze, calming the violent pressure outside and soothing the team members' uneasy hearts.

Soon, the paper door was pulled open from the outside with such force that it almost ripped the entire door panel off the track.

Saito, who was immortal and had received news that Unohana Retsu had reformed, rushed in with small, quick steps.

The soldiers behind her, including the two vice-captains who rushed over, were pressed against the corridor wall by her imposing presence, not daring to move.

Her purple twin tails swayed with each step she took, like a wild, untamed horse galloping across the ground.

A black eyepatch covered half of his face, but his right eye, which was exposed, shone brightly, and his pupil was filled with murderous intent and madness.

This made Unohana squint slightly—after a round of spirit armor fusion, the first generation, whose spiritual pressure had been converted into source power, had become much stronger.

The more qualified a person is, the more exaggerated their potential will be.

The skill gap between the team captains is now quite significant.

The big-breasted girl with braids and glasses was cleaning up the mess behind the wild older sister, and nodded apologetically to the members of the Fourth Division.

"Please don't mind, everyone. We are good friends with Captain Unohana." Shikato Hakuunzai raised his head, his eyes behind his round-framed glasses seeming emotionless, which made many people feel uneasy.

It felt like the other person was going to chop me to death with a single blow any second.

How can there be such a terrifying woman in the world?

Ie-chūchi and Kotetsu Isane's legs were a little weak, but Captain Unohana was inside, so how could they show weakness?

"You all go first, I want to catch up with them."

The gentle words reached their ears, causing the two vice-captains, who were drenched in sweat, to breathe a sigh of relief. As they walked, they exclaimed in admiration, "The gentlest woman in the world must be Captain Unohana!"

Saito, who was immortal, ignored the incident behind him and rushed to Unohana Retsu. Without hesitation, he stepped on the tea table.

With a muffled thud, the celadon teacup on the table was jolted up and rolled to the ground, soaking the tatami mat with tea.

The corner of the medical book was stepped on. Unohana Retsu's eyes twitched slightly. She tilted her head back and calmly met the face that was getting closer and closer.

Saito, who was neither old nor dead, bent over, resting one hand on his knee, lowering his upper body so low that he was almost level with Unohana Retsu.

Her forehead touched Unohana Retsu's forehead, their noses almost touching, and her breath fell on Unohana Retsu's face.

"Are you kidding me?" Yachiru's voice was low and hoarse, trembling with disbelief. "It's only been a little over a thousand years since I died, and you've already started practicing self-cultivation and vegetarianism with old man Yamamoto?!"

Having fought in hell for a thousand years, the woman was filled with rage.

I desperately need to find an old friend to have a good fight with.

When Saito, who was neither old nor dead, saw that she did not answer, he suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked Unohana Retsu's cheek from bottom to top.

Moist and warm.

This stunned Lu Qubaiyunzhai, who had already closed the door and entered. She felt that she shouldn't be here, but why was it so exciting?

"snort"

Saito straightened up, licked his lips as if savoring some rare delicacy, and his right eye gleamed with undisguised malice.

"You're filled with murderous intent; you're not a good person at all."

"An executioner who almost cut me in half at the waist!"

A faint damp mark remained on Unohana Retsu's cheek, glistening slightly in the sunlight.

Hearing this, she lowered her eyes and said, "Saito, you brought this on yourself, so it's not my fault. Besides, I really like the medical book you're standing on."

"Tsk."

Saito, who was neither old nor dead, turned his head and glanced at the scroll under his foot. He moved his foot away from under his white sock and said sarcastically, "Only good people read books. Are you a good person? Then take your knife and let's go practice."

"Now the Eleventh Division has Kenpachi."

Retsu Unohana's gaze was calm and composed. "I'm just the medical captain of the Fourth Division. I have no interest in fighting and killing."

"Lost interest?"

Saito, who was immortal, seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He crossed his arms, threw his head back, and burst into laughter.

Laughter exploded from the depths of his throat, carrying the madness accumulated in hell a thousand years ago, crashing back and forth between the four walls of the tea room.

"You, the original Kenpachi, are telling me you're not interested?"

She suddenly lowered her head and stared at Unohana Retsu's face.

"The blood on your hands is comparable to that of the Captain-Commander!"

"You're telling me now that you want to be a good person?"

Unohana Retsu did not avoid her gaze.

The two people looked at each other at very close range.

The oppressive aura involuntarily emanated outwards, causing the paper door of the tea room to tremble slightly. The team members in the barracks looked at each other, their faces filled with worry. Kotetsu Yuzune held his phone, ready to call for outside help at any moment.

"Let's not start arguing as soon as we meet."

Lu Qu Baiyunzhai, who had been sitting down with his knees bent, held the teacup on the table, poured himself some tea, and was about to bring it to his lips when he noticed that something was wrong with the two of them. He then whispered like a well-behaved girl with good grades in class.

"If you two start fighting, the barracks will collapse."

"What does it have to do with me if it collapses?" Saito, who was neither old nor dead, didn't even turn his head. "It's not my house anyway."

"You destroyed this place for no reason," said Shikatori Hakunsai in a flat tone. "Captain-Commander Yamamoto will send you back to hell."

"Tch." Saito, the immortal being, scoffed. "What do I have to fear from hell? At worst, I'll just come back and fight my way up again!"

Are you sure?

Shiroku Hakuryuu took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Those Hollows you've offended so badly will completely block you, especially that winged birdman."

Saito, who was neither old nor dead, turned his head and glared fiercely at the big-breasted, bespectacled woman, who returned his gaze without changing her expression.

Unohana Retsu raised her hand and wiped the wetness from her cheek with her sleeve, then took the medical book from the table and smoothed out the curled corners one by one.

It's like erasing the old traces of swords and shadows from a thousand years ago.

"Saito."

She said, "You're right, I have killed countless people in the past, but that's in the past."

"In this new era, we don't need executioners or war fanatics." Retsu Unohana tilted her head slightly, and the sunlight cast a line of light and shadow on her profile.

"Let's face reality."

"Hmph." Saito Immortal raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and let out a cold snort.

"As long as swords exist in this world, there will be killing!"

"The upcoming martial arts demonstration will be the best example!"

"Perhaps."

Unohana Retsu remained noncommittal, "Anyway, my Zanpakuto, or rather, my Soul Weapon [Kinnizuku-gaku], is a healing type. Coming to the Fourth Division, it's a case of putting it to good use and placing me in the right position."

Saito, who was neither old nor dead, stared at Unohana Retsu for a long time. His arrogant expression gradually calmed down. "You were like a cold block of iron a thousand years ago, but now you're a stranger to me."

"The world is constantly changing, let alone insignificant people like us."

Retsu Unohana shook her head. "Besides, I'm not a born serial killer. Are you some kind of demon who'll die if he doesn't kill?"

The tea room fell silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the treetops in the courtyard and the sound of Shikatori Hakunsai pouring tea.

"Shikatori, I didn't call you here for tea!"

"Ah, what else would we drink if not tea?"

"You're playing dumb with me again!"

"See, you're getting impatient again."

Saito Immortal suddenly reached out, his five fingers like hooks, and grabbed Shikato Hakunsai's braid hanging over his shoulder.

Shikato Hakunsai's expression remained unchanged; he merely tilted his head slightly, his right hand darting out like a snake's tongue, and grabbed Saito Immortal's purple twin tails that were swung behind him.

"Let go," said Shikaku Hakunsai.

"You loosen up first," Saito Immortal grinned.

"You go first."

"You go first!"

Two powerful pressures exploded simultaneously, causing the empty teacups on the tea table to jump and the pages of the medical classic to flutter wildly in the airflow.

Shikato Hakunsai gripped the purple ponytail tightly with his right hand: Saito, who was neither old nor dead, had slightly bulging veins on the hand that was pulling the braid.

The two rolled from the prayer mat onto the floor, from one end of the tea table to the other, their ponytails and braids tangled together.

Retsu Unohana, who was sitting quietly, looked at the two people writhing on the ground, full of passion, and smiled.

"Life is peaceful and serene."

The two men stopped fighting at the same time and turned to glare at her. Unohana Retsu didn't seem to care and smiled gently.

Saito's immortal right eye was wide open, while Shikato Hakunsai's glasses were tilted half an inch off his nose.

The girl with twin ponytails shuddered, as if someone had poured ice water down her neck, and the hairs on her body stood on end. "That's disgusting."

Shikatori Hakuunzai loosened Saito's hair, sat up, adjusted his glasses, and nodded vigorously, his tone carrying a sincere sense of being offended, "Captain Unohana, you'd better stop laughing."

"Is that so?" Unohana lowered her eyes. Her face was still the same, but the feeling she gave off was completely different.

His eyelids were half open, and his brows were furrowed.

Thick eyelashes cast shadows, with only a sliver of light shining through.

It was so contemptuous that it was as if they despised everything.

It's as if it can make those who see it clearly see the way they will die!

That feeling of being about to be neatly sliced ​​open.

Saito, seemingly ageless and immortal, shone with an almost pathological light deep within his pupils.

She got up from the floor, the corners of her mouth gradually widening into a more arrogant smile, sticking out her tongue as she spoke swaggeringly.

"That's the taste!"

She pushed off with her feet and disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he was already crouching in front of Unohana Retsu, his right eye less than a fist's distance from Unohana's eyes, his breathing rapid, his pupils dilated, like a wild beast that had finally smelled blood.

"You finally stopped pretending, you rascal."

"Let's have a fight!"

Shikatori Hakunsai was also itching to spar, his eyes clear behind his glasses. "Captain Unohana, wanna have a go?"

Saito, who was neither old nor dead, suddenly turned his head and glared at her. "I was here first!"

"I don't care about you."

"Both of you step forward at the same time and surround Unohana Retsu in the middle."

A thousand years ago, the Soul Society was devoid of order.

Hollows roam freely in Hueco Mundo, while Quincy's hunting arrows streak across the sky.

The souls of Rukongai live a precarious existence, constantly killing or on their way to kill, with women being the most vulnerable group among them.

The predecessor of the Gotei 13 was also the strongest assassin group.

The fact that the three of them managed to carve out a niche for themselves in a chaotic world, thus earning the favor of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni and becoming his captain, speaks volumes about the hardships and difficulties they had faced in the past.

"Can."

Saito Immortal and Shikato Hakunsai were both stunned for a moment—Ichinohana Retsu's agreement was so readily accepted that the two of them couldn't tell if it was true or not.

They were just practicing Tai Chi a moment ago, how come they suddenly gave in?

"but----"

Upon hearing those two words, the two clicked their tongues in unison.

Saito, who is immortal, crosses his arms and taps his fingers on his arms.

Shikaku Hakunsai pushed up his glasses.

Each waited for Unohana Retsu to continue.

"Let's have a full-blown battle during the martial arts practice."

"After all, even if your head is cut off, your heart is pierced, or your waist is severed, you won't die during martial arts practice."

Looking at the smiling, chilling Unohana Retsu, the two smiled and said, "When that time comes, we'll kill you!"