Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Why would someone who is clearly just a grim reaper dare to say such things?

Could it be that Sora is no longer satisfied with his position in Soul Society and is preparing to unify the vast territory of Hueco Mundo?

Thinking of this, an unnatural flush rose on Retsu Unohana's cheeks.

He truly is the man I've chosen!

Although he hasn't achieved it yet, this unique ambition alone is enough to surpass all the Shinigami in Soul Society.

"Kong, I can't take it anymore."

Swah——

The silver-white blade was drawn from its sheath, gleaming with a chilling light under the moonlight, as if it could sever everything in the world.

His captivating eyes were fixed intently on Naraku Sora's eyes, then continued downwards.

Throat, heart, chest cavity, spine, abdominal cavity...

Every vital spot that could kill was swept away like the wind.

Seeing that Unohana Retsu was acting strangely, Naraku Sora's lips curled up, and out of respect, he slowly drew his Zanpakuto from his waist.

Unlike other standard Zanpakuto, its originally silvery blade has now turned as black as ink.

Only on the blade did a crimson hue, like fresh blood, appear.

Since mastering Bankai, his Bhajaya has become what it is now.

It didn't have much of a practical impact, but it definitely boosted her appearance significantly.

Naraku Sora, who considers herself a sucker for good looks, was quite satisfied with this.

After all, in this world, having a certain level of sophistication is also a form of power.

Seeing this, Unohana Retsu's face showed a gentle smile.

"Now that you're ready, I'm going to go!"

The moment the words fell, an extreme, bone-chilling coldness was unleashed, enveloping the surroundings. In a daze, it seemed as if an overwhelming, viscous sea of ​​blood was pouring down, and an almost tangible killing intent surged into the body from every pore, reaching the depths of the internal organs.

Chilling.

In terms of killing intent alone, Unohana Retsu is arguably the purest person Naraku Sora has ever met.

One can only say that he truly deserves to be called the greatest villain in Soul Society, the first Kenpachi—

There are eight thousand flowers of Mao!

However, in terms of strength, Retsu Unohana is not a threat at the moment.

Since you're looking for thrills, then go all the way.

A red light flashed in Naraku's eyes, and his undisguised savagery materialized and was unleashed in a wanton manner.

The next second, Retsu Unohana appeared abruptly in front of him, gripping the hilt of her sword and slashing down toward his chest.

The movement was so gentle and smooth that it evoked unwarranted associations, as if it were a tender caress between lovers.

But in reality, what surged within those fluid movements was nothing less than an unadulterated killing intent.

Swift and fast, showcasing the ultimate beauty of swordsmanship.

Clang!

The blade was parried, sparks flying everywhere.

Unlike Retsu Unohana, Sora Naraku did not use any techniques, but instead used the most brutal method.

A head-on confrontation.

All my hard work has been for the sake of being able to overpower others with numbers, right?

If someone is that strong, why bother with swordsmanship techniques? Wouldn't all that effort be wasted?

A terrifying power, like a dam bursting, surged from Naraku's body and was released without reservation.

Suddenly, Retsu Unohana's long sword faltered, and the recoil caused her to retreat a few steps, leaving a few small footprints on the barren silver sand.

In their first attempt, she, as the senior colleague, was surprisingly at a disadvantage.

However, Retsu Unohana wasn't angry; her smile was accompanied by an unnatural blush, making her appear unusually excited.

This is the life goal she is pursuing.

Savor a ripe, perfect fruit, and in this ultimate enjoyment, kill or die!

Boom!

Without any further words, Retsu Unohana raised her slender arm and unleashed a long sword imbued with spiritual pressure, illuminating dozens of silvery-white sword auras in the air.

The broken arc, like a crescent moon in the sky, tore through the sweeping hurricane and collided with the black blade.

Brilliant sparks flew wildly.

Unable to withstand the overwhelming force, the flesh-eating creature staggered backward. However, its momentum was unstoppable, and it launched a fierce attack forward.

Unohana Retsu showed no sign of panic, as if she had planned it all along. As her slender figure retreated, her left hand, which had been hanging by her side, shot out like a venomous snake.

A flash of silver light, gone in an instant.

Suddenly, a short sword appeared in her hand, seemingly slipped from her sleeve or hidden somewhere else.

Boom——

The short sword struck his neck, sending sparks flying as if it had struck steel.

Unlike the hardness of Zanpakuto, short swords are merely blades forged by artisans in Soul Society, and their toughness is generally average.

Countless fragments flew out and fell into the nearby silver sand.

Even Retsu Unohana, who was in a state of high alert, was stunned when she saw the short sword with only the hilt remaining.

She had considered many possibilities, but she never expected it to be like this.

Even if a short sword is brittle, it is still a blade, not a stick.

With the imbued with powerful spiritual pressure, her strength was enough to easily cut through steel, even the steel skin of a Hollow.

Originally, Retsu Unohana intended to use this method to restrain Naraku Sora's offensive, thereby creating an excellent opportunity for herself to attack.

But as the short sword shattered, all the plans were completely disrupted.

"Really..."

Unohana Retsu's expression grew increasingly joyful. From her burning soul, the spiritual pressure that had been building up surged wildly, forming a tangible killing intent that erupted forth, almost engulfing Naraku Sora.

"If I had known you were this strong, I wouldn't have had to wait so long—"

The moment the words left her lips, Retsu Unohana changed her style completely. Her gentle slashing techniques vanished, replaced by an almost frenzied offensive.

The dazzling blade light dispelled the night, and the Zanpakuto pierced the air with each step forward, leaving deep marks on the silver desert with its straight wind.

No matter how exquisite her swordsmanship or how swift her attacks, even the air itself could not withstand her power, yet she still could not break through that pitch-black blade.

It's as if it has a self-awareness. Although it doesn't have any special skills, it always appears in an extremely clever position and absorbs all the incoming power.

Nothing has been accomplished.

Until Unohana Retsu unleashed a blood-red spiritual pressure, her sticky killing intent clinging to her voluptuous body, she rushed into Naraku Sora's presence like a bird entering his embrace.

puff! !

The sound of flesh tearing apart rang out almost simultaneously, and blood gushed out, staining the silver sand beneath their feet.

Feeling the heat on her cheeks, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Retsu Unohana's eyes.

Although his body was also pierced, this level of injury would not affect his ability to continue fighting.

A pale hand pressed against the wound on his chest.

A radiant light, symbolizing vitality, burst forth, and in just one second, the gruesome wound was completely healed, leaving only traces of blood on that bright, pure white skin.

"Emptiness, that is why I study the Way of Return."

“I had considered passing on the Dao of Return to you before, but you don’t seem to have any interest in it.”

"So, don't think that doing this is unfair, after all, this isn't a friendly exchange, it's a fight..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a hissing sound came from the strong body opposite him, and the flesh seemed to have a self-awareness, wriggling together on its own.

Then, repair, heal.

The efficiency is many times faster than the return route.

Naraku grinned: "Sister Lie, could you please repeat what you just said? I didn't hear you clearly."

Unohana Retsu raised her delicate eyebrows, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in her eyes.

She's starting to get confused.

Am I fighting a Shinigami, or a Hollow disguised as a Shinigami?

It can independently open the black cavity, shatter the defense of a short sword, and possess super-fast regeneration capable of instantly healing fatal injuries...

How many more surprises does this child hold that she doesn't know about?

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Any means are acceptable, as long as it allows me to fully enjoy this unrestrained battle and immerse myself in this supreme joy.

Thinking of this, a familiar smile appeared on her lips once more. Her left hand gripped the blade tightly, blood seeping from her palm. She gently wiped it away, and a soft murmur echoed through the night:

"Swastika..."

boom--!

As if the heavens and earth were collapsing, a vast spiritual pressure was unleashed, and the boundless desert went berserk in an instant, with sticky crimson staining everything in sight.

The heavy stench of blood continued to spread, rising into the sky until it dyed the crescent moon crimson.

The ground beneath their feet turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Retsu Unohana raised her eyes, her gaze filled with an uncontrollable joy and desire. The Zanpakuto in her hand drooped down, seemingly transformed into pure blood.

"All gone..."

As she spoke, with a gentle yet murderous smile, she danced gracefully above the sea of ​​blood, moving to a silent rhythm, like an elf.