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That was a thousand years ago, before the Seireitei and the Gotei 13 were even established—

And now she...

And the current style...

"Ok?"

As Ryougi and Miya were watching the battle, a surge of spiritual pressure rushed towards them—

Without any attempt to conceal it, her spiritual pressure was filled with wildness and rage... At the same time, Unohana Yachiru was struck by Ryougi Shiki, leaving a wound.

However... this wasn't because Ryougi Shiki suddenly crossed the distance between them; it was simply because Unohana Yachiru paused for a moment...

“Zaraki… Kenpachi Zaraki.” Ryougi Kazuya pondered for a moment, then jumped off the cliff and walked towards the path Kenpachi Zaraki had taken. “I know what your reason for coming here is, but it’s not time yet… and I can’t let you interfere in this battle. I’ll stop you—”

......

'Slower? Lighter?'

Ryougi Shiki continued wielding her sword, Swallow Return? That technique was never actually used—

Before her, the swords of Unohana Yachiru were like a storm, displaying all sorts of styles, both familiar and unfamiliar. Even though it was just a single-handed swing, the power was so great that Ryougi Shiki's hands were trembling.

Relying on intuition?

No, no.

Do we rely on the five senses?

No, that's not right either.

You must hone all your senses, including your intuition, to the sharpest possible state in order to be able to feel them—in order to keep up with her sword!

Aizen definitely held back then, otherwise even if she could tell from her intuition that 'he should be here,' she still wouldn't have been able to cut him down.

She is experiencing this now.

Suppression from all sides.

But all she can do is attack—

attack!

Sword dance—never stop!

Blood flowed from the wounds all over his body, and his kimono seemed to be stained red, but he had no time to care about that.

Gradually, I was able to keep up.

From the beginning, Ryougi Shiki was able to see Unohana Yachiru's sword, but she couldn't keep up.

At this moment, it was as if his body had been polished.

This is the first time in my life I've experienced a battle like this.

Discarding those useless thoughts, her physical injuries could not slow her down; at this moment, she... was undergoing a transformation!

......

clatter--

Who are you?

Kenpachi Zaraki stopped in his tracks upon seeing the person standing in front of him.

"Kenpachi Zaraki...?"

"Interesting. You know me." Kenpachi Zaraki chuckled. "Then you should know what it means to stand in my way!!!"

"Ah, I know." Ryougi Kazuya drew his Zanpakuto from his waist: "I won't let you pass... Kenpachi Zaraki, whatever you think, whatever kind of battle you want, come back next time, not this time."

"I don't care about anything, get out of my way!"

boom--!

Accompanying his words was the powerful sword of Kenpachi Zaraki!

"I already said, no." Ryougi Kazumi's hand trembled slightly as he felt the heavy pressure, but—he really couldn't rest easy without keeping an eye on Shiki!

"I don't have that much time to waste on you, get out of my way—!"

......

"Why has your sword slowed down—?"

"Has my sword slowed down?" Unohana Yachiru laughed, her sword suddenly retracting and leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on Ryougi Shiki's arm. "Indeed... but I sensed that someone interesting had arrived."

"Ah...is that so?" Ryougi Shiki gasped for breath, regaining some consciousness, and only then did she sense the spiritual pressure from afar.

The two immense spiritual pressures have already collided—

"It's okay, let's continue. No matter who it is, Kazumi will stop them for me!"

"Is that so..." Unohana Yachiru laughed: "Unexpectedly, that man also has decent spiritual pressure... His sword is not bad either, why don't you fight him?"

"It's nothing, it's just that fighting him was really unpleasant... that guy couldn't swing his sword at me, it was so annoying—"

"I can't... wield my sword against you?" Unohana Yachiru thought back to the beginning: "I see... he protected you very well."

"But that's not what I wanted. I don't need anyone's protection. What I want is a battle like this—a merciless slaughter, betting everything on this!"

Does he know?

"Ah...I know, that's why I left."

“I understand.” Unohana Yachiru said, gripping her sword with one hand and placing the other on her arm, where a soft white light completely healed her wound. “I was distracted just now, how rude of me. Now, I will not hold back in the slightest, until… one of us falls—”

"Exactly what I want!"

"Bankai—" Countless inks appeared around Unohana Yachiru, and the sword in her hand was stained black.

"All gone."

Her hair had fallen down at some point, revealing the wound on her neck, and ink was constantly flowing from the sword in her hand.

"Next, it's over."

"Bankai, huh..." Ryougi Shiki laughed. "Then, this side too—the enemy before me is worth my utmost effort, no... I can't even fight without giving it my all... lend me a hand, Ori—"

Bankai - To live through death!

......

Seireitei, First Division Barracks—

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni opened his eyes as he sensed the two immense spiritual pressures suddenly erupting in the distant Rukongai: "Idiots! Who gave you permission to use Bankai!?"

"Commander-in-Chief?"

"Let's go, Chojiro," Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni said. "This is no longer a friendly spar; those two have overstepped their bounds!"

"Yes."

Chapter 1042 Blade

"Bankai...you mean Bankai?"

Unohana Yachiru's movements stopped, but... her spiritual pressure was indeed surging significantly.

only...

How long has it been?

She'd only had her Zanpakuto for a short time, yet she'd already mastered its Shikai, and then... Bankai?

"Ah, Bankai."

As Ryougi Shiki spoke, the blood on her body flowed down onto the blade in her hand, turning the blade completely the color of blood.

At the same time, the bleeding from Ryougi Shiki's wounds stopped.

"This is my Zanpakuto... It is born from death, and can only be activated in a near-death state like before. Once activated, it means that I will not die until my spiritual pressure is exhausted. No matter what, as long as I can still wield the sword, I will not die."

and--

Ryougi Shiki's pupils widened slightly, and her normally normal pupils emitted a ghostly blue light.

The evil eye of death!

Yes, you can see it. Although you can't see the death lines on Unohana Yachiru's body, you can see... you can see the death lines that are everywhere, filling the entire space with ink—

“Those eyes… no, never mind.” Unohana Yachiru closed her eyes first, then opened them a few seconds later and said, “I… don’t want to care about those things anymore. Right now, all I want is…”

"All I have to do is swing my sword—!" ×2

squeak-

boom----!

......

"Hahahahaha! You're not bad, are you!"

"well enough."

Chi-

As Ryougi and Miya spoke, the blades slightly shifted and rose—leaving a long wound on Kenpachi Zaraki's chest—

At the same time, Kenpachi Zaraki's sword also fell, nearly severing one of Ryougi Kazuya's arms.

"Interesting...Who are you?" Kenpachi Zaraki laughed as he looked at Kazuya Ryougi. He hadn't expected this suddenly appearing person to be able to fight him to this extent. It was truly exhilarating!

"The Two Elements and the Mi..."

"Ryougi?" Kenpachi Zaraki said with a smile, "So you're that Kenpachi—?"

"No, no, that's my wife."

"Huh?" Kenpachi Zaraki's mouth dropped open: "So what's in front of you is—?"

"Ah, my wife's fight with someone else doesn't need anyone else to interfere, so... I can only stop you here."

Kenpachi Zaraki paused for a moment, then grinned as he looked at Ryougi and Miyabi.