Disclaimer: See chapter one.
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Chapter 7: Killer Grace
Isane has seen her Captain wield her zanpakuto may times since joining fourth squad. But never to injure or kill. No, the only time the vice-captain witnessed Unohana's blade in action was her shikai release.
To Her, Minazuki was a sword of healing, and Unohana was a healer. And in the many years that she had known the older woman, she had always seen the infinitely kind, gentle and gracefully elegant side of her Captain. Of course, Isane knew that Unohana could be down right frightening at times when she got that look in her blue eyes. But still, she had no reason to picture the Captain as anything else.
However, unable to sleep because of a nightmare, Isane found herself wondering around the grounds of the barracks, not realizing she was going to find not Unohana the healer, but a warrior woman.
Bathed in moonlight, without her haori, Unohanna was the living definition of killer grace. Her movements were graceful, and her form perfect as she displayed a mastery over kendo, as one move flowed seamlessly into the next with fluidity that Isane found breath taking, and she doubted anyone other then perhaps the Captain-Commander could match the skill (though, maybe not the grace and beauty) of her Captain.
The steel of the blade danced with the light of the moon, the pale orb in the sky casting a haunting glow to Unohana's skin that gave the woman a otherworldly appearance. Even from a distance, Isane could define the passion and concentration that showed on the dark haired woman's face.
Isane could not however, classifie the fluttering in her chest and stomach that watching Unohana caused.