XX-level Hokage

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As Mashiro spoke, she kicked Unohana directly in the stomach, sending her flying.

“Interesting.” Unohana stepped back, a strange glint in her eyes. “Actually, my swordsmanship isn’t that good.”

Mashiro brandished her Zanpakuto, launching an even fiercer attack on Unohana. Unohana hesitated for a moment, then met the attack head-on.

The two swords clashed in the air, as if engaged in a silent contest. "Very good, but not enough."

Having dodged another sneak attack from Mashiro, Egg Flower slashed Maji's back with her sword, blood gushing out.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Bloodbath (Part Six)

Mashiro felt a sharp pain in her back, and blood instantly stained her clothes. However, she did not back down. Instead, her fighting spirit became even stronger. She remained calm, quickly adjusted her breathing, and thought to herself, "I can't keep playing defensively. I must find an opportunity to counterattack."

"It seems you're not serious enough." Unohana's voice was like a cold blade, tinged with disdain. "This injury is nothing to you, after all, we all love blood."

"I'll let you down!" Mashiro whispered, her fighting spirit burning like a flame.

She gripped her Zanpakuto tightly, swiftly used Shunpo, and lunged at Unohana, the sword flashing as it aimed straight for Unohana's heart.

Egg Flower paused for a moment, then smiled coldly, easily dodging Mashiro's attack. With a backhand strike, her sword flashed like a rainbow, aimed directly at Mashiro's side.

"What a nuisance!" Mashiro's heart tightened, and she quickly adjusted her posture, using Shunpo to dodge. However, Unohana's attacks were relentless, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

"Your speed is fast, but the rhythm of your attacks is not stable enough." Egg Flower's voice carried a hint of indifference. "Again!" Mashiro felt the pressure and gritted her teeth inwardly, trying her best to remain calm.

This was the first time since she came into this world that she felt a lack of power, and it also made her realize the cruel truth that she was not the original form. She knew that she had to find Unohana's weakness in order to fight back.

Mashiro brandished her Zanpakuto, launching an even fiercer attack on Unohana. Her sword strikes were like a storm, relentlessly closing in on Unohana.

Unohana paused slightly, seemingly surprised by Mashiro's change, then gave a cold smile and stepped forward. Their swords clashed in the air, as if engaged in a silent contest.

"Very good, keep up the good work!" A hint of appreciation flashed in Unohana's eyes, and her sword speed suddenly increased, as if she wanted to force Mashiro into a desperate situation.

Mashiro remained vigilant, striving to stay calm and using a combination of Shunpo and Hakuda to try and find an opportunity to counterattack. Her movements became increasingly fluid, and her swordplay grew ever sharper.

"Come on, Mashiro, keep challenging me!" Unohana's eyes gleamed with excitement, as if anticipating an even fiercer battle. "What on earth is this crazy woman thinking!" Mashiro thought to herself, continuing her intense clash with Unohana without backing down.

Just then, Unohana's attack suddenly intensified, her swordplay becoming wild and relentless, aimed directly at Shiro. Shiro's heart tightened; she desperately tried to defend herself, but was still forced back by Unohana's sword light, nearly falling to the ground.

"Is this all the strength you have?" Unohana sneered, a hint of mockery in her eyes. "If you continue like this, you won't be able to contend with me at all."

“Continue,” Mashiro said coldly, her heart filled with frustration. She knew she had to push her limits to survive this battle. “Then let me see your true strength!” Unohana’s voice was like a cold blade, and her sword strikes aimed at Mashiro once more.

Mashiro's heart was filled with boundless fighting spirit. She took a deep breath and used her swift Shunpo to try to find a weakness in Unohana.

"Now!" Mashiro's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly lunged at Unohana, his Zanpakuto flashing in his hand, aimed directly at Unohana's neck. Unohana was slightly taken aback, then smiled coldly, easily dodging Mashiro's attack. She countered with a backhand strike, her sword flashing like a rainbow, aimed directly at Mashiro's side.

"Thud!" Mashiro's heart tightened, and she quickly adjusted her posture, using Shunpo to dodge. However, Unohana's attack was relentless, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

"Your speed is a bit faster, but the rhythm of your attacks isn't stable enough." Unohana's voice carried a hint of coldness. "Again!" Mashiro suddenly laughed, then rushed in front of Unohana and swung her right hand.

Seeing this, Unohana looked to the right, only to find that Mashiro's soul sword had disappeared sometime earlier.

Just as Unohana was surprised, Mashiro moved, and the vanished Zanpakuto instantly pierced through Unohana's calf. Unohana was slightly taken aback, then thrust out another sword, aiming straight for Mashiro's face.

Mashiro's heart tightened, and she quickly turned to the side, skillfully dodging the attack using the technique of Shunpo.

"You threw your Zanpakuto on the ground? That's clever." Unohana said, ignoring the injury on her calf, and directly lowered herself, drew Mashiro's Zanpakuto, and threw it to Mashiro.

Mashiro was about to reach out to catch it, but the next moment she pulled it back.

“Not bad, your reactions are getting faster and faster.” A hint of appreciation flashed in Unohana’s eyes, but she immediately gave a cold smile. “However, this is far from enough.”

Before Mashiro could react, a sudden pain shot through her calf. "I'm returning your Zanpakuto to you," Unohana said.

Just now, Unohana launched an attack while returning Mashiro's Zanpakuto. Mashiro noticed Unohana's action and chose to retreat and dodge, but Unohana's attack was not with her own Zanpakuto, but with Mashiro's.

As Mashiro retreated, the Zanpakuto that Unohana had thrown landed on the ground, and in that instant, Unohana kicked the Zanpakuto towards Mashiro.

Mashiro was completely focused on Unohana and her Zanpakuto, and without paying attention, she ended up having her leg pierced by Unohana's Zanpakuto, just like Unohana.

Mashiro gritted her teeth inwardly, trying to remain calm, and drew her Zanpakuto. She knew that she had to find a breakthrough in this battle in order to have a chance to fight back.

At this moment, Unohana brandished her cold blade, her sword strikes like a rainbow, continuing her attack on Mashiro. Seeing this, Mashiro swiftly charged towards Unohana, her Zanpakuto drawing a dazzling streak of light in the air. The two clashed, their swordplay intensifying, a tense atmosphere filling the air. Mashiro's movements became increasingly fluid, her sword strikes ever sharper.

"Very well, it seems you're starting to adapt." Unohana smiled slightly, but then gave a cold laugh. "However, I won't let you off so easily. You are my prey, and I will keep pushing you until you reach the right stage."

"Then I really thank you." Mashiro smiled, but her eyes were icy cold.

"Your swordsmanship still has many shortcomings, so, shall we continue?" Unohana's voice was like a cold wind, followed by another thrust of her sword, and Mashiro was once again put on the defensive.

Just then, Unohana's sword strike suddenly accelerated, as if she wanted to kill Mashiro directly. Mashiro's heart tightened, and she tried her best to remain calm and use the skills she had learned in training to try to find an opportunity to counterattack.

"Your swordsmanship attacks are too one-dimensional." Unohana's voice was like a cold blade, her sword thrusts like a rainbow as she continued her attack on Mashiro. Mashiro's heart ignited with boundless fighting spirit.

At this moment, nothing belonging to her original self can help her; it is her unique growth process and her special battle memories.

She knew she had to find a breakthrough in this battle to have a chance to counterattack. Her movements became increasingly fluid, and her swordplay increasingly sharp.

"You do have potential." A hint of admiration flashed in Unohana's eyes, but she quickly added calmly, "However, if you want to win against me, you'll probably have to work harder."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Bloodbath (The End)

Next, Mashiro's eyes suddenly turned cold, a firmness and determination surpassing anything she had ever shown before. Rei Uchiha's personality, that deep-seated pride and indomitable spirit, awakened completely at that moment.

Mashiro's personality is a mixture of three parts: the caution of her first life as Izumi, the ruthlessness of her second life as Zero, and the hypocrisy of her third life as Mashiro.

But after Mashiro became queen, she no longer needed to be ruthless, and thus her personality, which belonged to Uchiha Zero, began to be hidden.

Now, having lost her superhuman powers, Mashiro has once again unleashed the personality of Uchiha Zero. That reckless madness strikes again.

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on Mashiro's lips, a smile that showed her determination to take action.

"Trade injuries for injuries? Let's see who can hold out the longest." Mashiro whispered, her voice soft yet carrying undeniable power. She knew that a direct confrontation was not the best strategy, but against a powerful opponent like Unohana, conventional tactics were no longer effective.

Therefore, she decided to take an extreme and dangerous approach—to exchange the same amount of damage for the opportunity to attack, risking everything in order to find that glimmer of victory.

Upon seeing this, a strange glint flashed in Egg Flower's eyes, which was quickly replaced by a deeper fighting spirit.

She admired Mashiro's courage, but also understood that this style of play was a huge test for both sides.

The sword light rose again, and Unohana's attacks became even more ferocious. Each sword strike carried the power to tear through space, and the sword tips drew silver trails in the air, like the brightest shooting stars in the night sky.

Mashiro met the attack with equal ferocity. Her sword, like a dragon roaming in a raging storm, sometimes rolled and sometimes soared into the sky, intertwining with the sword light of the Egg Flower to create a dazzling spectacle.

Clang! Sparks flew as the two swords clashed, the sound of metal striking metal echoing in the silent space, as if even the air itself was being torn apart by the force of the impact.

Mashiro used the momentum to roll, like a nimble swallow, skillfully dodging Unohana's follow-up attacks. At the same time, she seized the opportunity and swung her sword at an incredible angle, the tip pointing directly at Unohana's side.

Unohana reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side, but even so, the corner of her clothes was still torn, leaving a shallow scar, like an unintentional splash of red in the snow.

Mashiro did not stop; she seemed to have forgotten the pain, giving her all in every exchange.

Even when her skin was cut by Unohana's sword, she only frowned slightly before responding with an even more ferocious attack.

Her swordsmanship was like a raging storm, each strike containing boundless killing intent and determination, as if she wanted to completely devour the enemy before her.

Unohana was not to be outdone; her swordsmanship was even more exquisite, like a gentle drizzle, each strike perfectly neutralizing Mashiro's attacks while simultaneously seeking an opportunity to counterattack.

The battle reached its climax, both men were covered in wounds, sweat and blood mingling and dripping onto the floor with a soft but firm sound.

Mashiro's eyes gleamed with an indomitable light, and her swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, each swing seemingly tearing the air apart.

Egg Flower's gaze remained calm, but her breathing gradually quickened, clearly indicating that Mashiro's reckless fighting style had put considerable pressure on her.

“Your will does excite me,” Unohana said breathlessly, her voice now tinged with fervor. “But the gap between strength and experience cannot be bridged by simple willpower.”

Before she finished speaking, Unohana sprang into action, moving like a ghost, her sword flashing and enveloping Mashiro. This time, she held nothing back, each strike aimed straight for a vital point, intending to end the battle quickly.

Despite her best efforts to defend herself, Mashiro's movements began to slow down due to the combined pressure of her physical strength and injuries.

Unohana's sword flashed like lightning, tracing silver streaks in the air. Each swing seemed designed to utterly crush Mashiro. Mashiro gritted her teeth, desperately trying to withstand Unohana's onslaught, but her body had reached its limit.

In a fleeting moment as they passed each other, Unohana's sword tip lightly grazed her neck, leaving a thin trail of blood. "It's over," Unohana whispered, her tone carrying both the relief of a victor and a regret for Shinji's potential.

But before collapsing, Mashiro forcefully slashed Unohana's arm. She then fainted on the ground.

She sheathed her sword, turned to look at Mashiro lying on the ground, and a complex emotion seemed to surge in her deep eyes. Mashiro's vision gradually blurred; exhaustion and pain made it impossible for her to continue.

Before losing consciousness, she seemed to hear Unohana's whisper, a voice both gentle and firm: "You will become stronger, and then, kill me!"

When Mashiro woke up again, she found herself lying on her bed in a room surrounded by peace and tranquility.

The physical pain had vanished, leaving only faint scars as reminders of that harrowing battle. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow on her face.

In one corner of the room, a bouquet of flowers was placed, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Mashiro slowly sat up, her gaze sweeping across the room, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

She didn't know why Unohana attacked her, but she could clearly sense that Unohana didn't actually want to kill her. The other woman seemed to see her as one of her own kind and wanted to force out her potential.

"Have I really become stronger?" Mashiro asked herself softly, her mind replaying every moment of her battle with Unohana.

She began to carefully recall every detail of that battle, from the initial clash to the final defeat; every moment was deeply etched into her heart like a brand.

She realized that the battle was not only a test of physical limits, but also a test and growth of the mind.

She began to understand one thing: she was no longer the overwhelmingly powerful Hyuga Mashiro. She was Mashiro, an independent individual, and if she wasn't careful, she could really be killed by someone else.

Just like Imaseki, if it weren't for the fact that Egg Flower had no intention of killing her, she would have been killed by now. Mashiro got out of bed, walked to the window, and gently pulled back the curtains, letting the sunlight fill the room completely.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the vitality of life and the vastness of the world.

At that moment, she felt as if she had become one with the universe, and her soul experienced an unprecedented peace and elevation.

She knew she had to become stronger quickly, strong enough to defeat Unohana. She wanted to turn this insane woman into a sex slave.

Mashiro then opened the system panel. [Name: Unohana Yachiru; Gender: Female]

Zanpakuto: Nikurou

Initial phrase: Come out! Meat Needed! (Optional)

Identity: First Captain of the 11th Division of the Gotei 13, First Kenpachi

Optional Route: Lover's Affection Level: 12

Affection level: 10 (starting points +1) (already obtained)

Affection: 50 (starting points +3) Affection: 90 (starting points +5)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Shadow Game

The next day. After training.