When Unohana releases her Bankai, Minazuki, it is not flashy in a clean, heroic way. It is horror dressed in elegance.
Her sword liquefies into a thick, dark red substance that looks disturbingly like blood. The entire battlefield becos drenched in this crimson flood. The environnt itself feels like it is lting into a slaughterhouse dreamscape.
The blade reforms from that blood-like liquid, but now it appears coated in a viscous red layer, as if the weapon is perpetually bleeding. The atmosphere shifts too. The air feels heavy. The ground is subrged. Everything becos soaked in red.
The scene is even more intense. The lighting turns dark and oppressive. The red pool spreads endlessly, making it feel like they are fighting inside the aftermath of countless massacres.
Everyone felt that the Unohana they once knew was all just fake.
The blood lust that suffocated everyone with the heavy spiritual pressure.
Then they could see now why the world's most powerful n and even powerful races wanted Unohana.
It was because she—the one who was a professor for dic—was actually an S-Rank threat or even higher.
The ladies stared at Unohana. This is sothing that they had not really expected for soone who was sweet and kind like her.
They wanted answers, but how should they ask if they were on the ground and they were having heavy breaths?
Unohana's eyes were locked on the man before her.
She was releasing her spiritual power, and the man was also countering it with his pressure.
Their collision was like two forces of nature fighting in the very chamber.
The ground crackles. Trees and rocks crumble to dust.
Thankfully Mabui had distanced everyone from the two earlier, or else they would feel like they were in a hydraulic press.
The colliding auras suddenly—
VooooOooOoooOosh…
The pressure vanished.
A sharp whistling sound of wind followef—
Swooooooosh…
Maki and Unohana disappeared from their spot.
A Red straight line moved forward.
And a Black straight line et the Red line one's —
Claaaaaang…
In the middle of the battlefield, there appeared two massive crescent moon blades slamming down to Unohana's dark, thick liquid sword. Her zanpakuto t his blade.
Then—
Hiisss…
The moon blade of Maki was slowly heating up and slightly being swallowed by acid.
It was Unohana's Bankai ability. It could make a powerful corrosive acid that could lt flesh in seconds.
And because Unohana's skills turned her surroundings into a blood-acidic domain, Maki's shoes had long been dissolved. His bare feet was touching the very blooded path.
But he didn't care.
Maki activated his Sharingan and stared at the cold, rciless face of the woman before him.
He was truly awakened when he unleashed Santa Teresa.
And as he said he doesn't care what was going on, he needed to do his role.
He saw an opening at her left shoulder.
Using the two hands on her left side, he swung it down toward her.
But it was a trap that Unohana set.
When the moon sword was about to slice her shoulder, she rotated her body to the right.
And as she turned, she circled her blade and swung horizontally toward Maki's right waist.
Maki knew this was going to happen. He could read her pattern up close thanks to his Sharingan.
So using the other two hands on his right back, he countered her blade.
But it was another fluke.
Unohana let go of her bloodied sword. Then from the very ground, another blade was made, and she used it to pierce through the man's abdon.
But Maki used his two original hands and countered her brutal strike.
Claaang….
Blade ets blade.
Blood ets flesh…
Crimson ets moon…
And an eclipse shall happen.
Unohana didn't back down when she was countered.
The sword she let go was still hovering beside her. She twisted her body and grabbed it with her right hand.
And swung it at Maki's right shoulder.
Maki was concentrating on the piercing blood toward his abdon.
His gaze was lowered, and he didn't see Unohana's blade on his shoulder.
The blooded blade didn't just cut him. It opened his shoulder with a sickening, wet shriek, followed by a hissing sound.
The acidic corrosion invaded him, making his entire arm feel like it was lting. Blood began to splatter from his wounded shoulder.
Maki didn't let out a sound.
He just saw an opportunity.
From below the blooded path, he summoned many branches of trees, planning to capture her.
And while he was summoning the woods, he used his four arms to grab the very acidic blade.
When his hands touched it, his pale skin was gruesoly lting, and the muscles of his hands could be seen.
But Maki's face wasn't reacting at all.
Unohana saw that the man felt no pain at all from her blade.
He was just tanking everything.
Unohana didn't really know what was happening. During her fight, everyone would feel the damage and the massive pain of being corroded. Their bodies would slowly lt by the acids. They would scream, they would wail, they would shout in unbelievable pain.
And after she had wounded her enemy, she would use her Bankai's instantaneous healing. It is the most terrifying part of her Bankai.
She allows herself and her opponent to heal almost instantly.
And so she was planning to do that when she first t him.
But now she saw he could heal himself. She knew he was really her match.
She wanted to create a "loop," where she could slash an enemy to the brink of death and imdiately restore them, forcing the battle to continue forever.
And she saw one man who could satisfy her.
But what she saw in this man's eyes was not the sa as hers.
She saw no thrill in his eyes while fighting her, and she could feel that they were different when they fought for their lives.
She wanted to feel the thrill of fighting, that intoxicating feeling—but this man wasn't giving it.
Unohana scread at him in anger.
"Why… why… why…
Why wasn't this fun… wasn't this thrilling… why…
With that power of yours, we could enjoy an unending loop of excitent… tell why… why…
What are your eyes showing…
" PITY ON —?"
" TELL WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY "
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[ RAW CHAPTER UNEDITED VERSION.]
F.S ain't my forte
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