Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

His body lunged forward again, and he swung the two scythes once more.

But this time, he changed his strategy.

It's no longer a head-on collision.

Instead, they use their recovery abilities to deplete the opponent's stamina.

He knew that no matter how strong a person was, she was still a woman, and her physical strength was limited.

And he can keep fighting.

Because his body will continuously regenerate during battle.

This is the most terrifying aspect of the awakened form of an Ancient Zoan-type Devil Fruit.

Unless it's a fatal injury, he can recover in seconds.

And the fatal wound...

He didn't believe this woman could inflict a fatal wound on him.

His physique is such that even a naval admiral could withstand several rounds of fighting.

"Yachiru, your swordsmanship and Armament Haki are both very impressive."

Jack's voice came through the gap in the scythe, tinged with smugness.

"However, they cannot inflict fatal damage on me."

He swung his scythe fiercely, aiming for Unohana Retsu's neck.

"And I only need one strike."

One strike is enough.

Unohana Retsu dodged the attack.

Her body weaved through the gaps in the scythes, the blades twirling in her hands, each strike landing precisely on Jack.

But as Jack said, her attacks couldn't kill him.

Every cut healed within seconds.

Every wound left by the knife disappeared in the next second.

Jack's regenerative abilities were like a bottomless pit, devouring all her attacks.

Retsu Unohana frowned slightly.

It's not because of anxiety.

It's because I'm bored.

"What a troublesome ability, it's actually quite similar to this child's."

She muttered to herself, her voice very soft, but Jack still heard her.

"trouble?"

Jack sneered and swung his scythe again.

"This isn't trouble, this is despair."

There was a hint of cruelty in his voice.

"Your attacks are ineffective against me, but my attacks only need one hit to kill you."

"This is your end, Yachiru."

"You will die here, die by my hand, die in the territory of the Beasts Pirates."

"Your swordsmanship, your Armament Haki, your pride, will all end here."

Unohana Retsu looked at him, her eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Are you finished speaking?"

Her voice was still gentle, but so gentle it was unsettling.

Jack's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's all."

He raised two scythes, the Armament Haki on the blades condensing to its limit, black light dancing on the blades.

"Now that you've said your piece, go die."

His body lunged forward, and he swung both scythes simultaneously, aiming for Unohana Retsu's head and chest.

He used all his strength in that attack.

He believed this strike would kill the woman.

Unohana Retsu's expression finally changed as she watched the two scythes slashing towards her.

It's not fear.

It's a sense of relief.

"I see."

She spoke softly, as if talking to herself.

"I understand."

She lowered her head and looked at the Zanpakuto in her hand.

The ancient patterns on the blade began to glow.

It's red light.

It was as red as fresh blood.

“In some ways you are very strong, Jack.”

Her voice was very soft, so soft it sounded like a sigh.

"Your recovery ability is truly a headache."

She paused.

"So, although I don't think it's necessary, I need to show my true strength."

Jack's eyes widened suddenly.

True strength?

She hadn't even shown her true strength yet?

impossible.

That's absolutely impossible.

But the next second, he saw a scene he would never forget.

Unohana Retsu held her Zanpakuto horizontally in front of her, the red light on the blade growing brighter and brighter, as if a ball of blood was burning on the blade.

Her lips parted slightly, and she uttered a few words.

"All solutions".

"All gone."

The moment those words were spoken, the whole world changed.

The red light on the blade suddenly burst forth, like a blood-red sun exploding, dyeing everything around it red.

Then, the blade began to melt.

No, it's not melting.

It's a transformation.

Red liquid flowed from the blade, dripping onto the ground like blood.

But those liquids did not evaporate or disappear.

They spread across the ground, converging into red streams that turned the entire battlefield into a blood-red swamp.

Jack stepped into the blood-red swamp and felt a strange power emanating from beneath his feet.

His body began to feel heavy.

His movements began to slow down.

His recovery began to slow down.

His eyes suddenly widened.

"What's this?!"

He wanted to retreat, to leave this blood-red swamp.

But his feet were stuck in the swamp, as if something had grabbed them and he couldn't pull them out.

Retsu Unohana stood in the center of the blood-red swamp, red liquid flowing from the Zanpakuto in her hand.

A gentle smile still lingered on her face.

But there was no longer any tenderness in those eyes.

Only madness.

Only killing.

Only bloodlust.

"Welcome to my world, Jack."

Her voice was no longer gentle.

"This world is called the end of all things."

“Here, no wound will heal except with my own permission.”

Jack's eyes widened suddenly.

"None of the wounds will heal?"