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Trascender
"I shall put forth the request of my own students, Jushiro Ukitake and Shunsui Kyoraku as the nominees for a Captain position..."
Every head in the Division Hall turned to stare at Yamamoto, shock clearly written on their features. One of the men, dressed in a sleeveless Haori and Shihakusho, along with short, and baggy hakama, raised an eyebrow at his decision.
"...Yo, dawg... You gotta' be kiddin' me... You can' seriously believe that these young hustlers are actually worth somethin'?"
"...Sorry, Shigekuni, but I have to agree with Oematsu... They just graduate from that academy of yours... they don't understand the art of battle..."
"Nimaiya... Tenjiro... I appreciate your concerns, but I've trained these children for a long time... and I can vouch for their skills."
At Yamamoto's word, every Captain, though with slight hesitance and skepticism, turned away, never mentioning the children again. Soon before any of them could continue the discussion, Chojiro Sasakibe ran through the door, kneeling as he did so.
"...Kid, whatchu doin' here? Grown ups are talkin'..."
"Oematsu, silence! Chojiro, what is the meaning of this...?"
"...A warrior from the Rukon district is on their way. They say that the person has defeated many warriors in the outlands..."
"..."
Every warrior in the hall turned towards the Lieutenant, their eyebrows raised.
"And we're supposed to care... why...?"
"I see somethin' delicious... am I right, gentleman...!?"
"Heh heh! You got that right!"
A lone, black-haired woman in a white Yukata gazed around at the men surrounding her, their hands gripping in suggestive motions and their mouths opened lecherously.
"...I think... I'll take what I can get! Gimme th-"
The man was silenced when his head was separated from his body. The woman turned, waving her blade around her in a slight dance before placing the tip back towards its sheathe. She slid the blade back, slowly pushing it down until she heard the click of its completion. And then the area exploded into nothing but blood and body parts.
"...I need... more power... More... bloodshed..."
She turned on her heels, tied her blade over her shoulders, and walked way, towards the white, towering walls of the Seireitei.
"A... woman...?"
"...Woman don't fight, Chojiro! You gotta be lyin'"
Yamamoto stayed silent, but slowly stood to his feet.
"...Chojiro... come with me... and bring the last Haori with you, just in case... I for one, shall see the prowess of this woman for myself...
Chojiro nodded and the two left, leaving behind a confused hall full of Captains.
"...Are you... the woman...?"
The woman stood kneeling on the ground, blood pooling from her body. She gazed up towards him with a dark bloodlust... and Yamamoto knew instantly that the blood on her body... was not her own.
"...Have you come to destroy the Seireitei, as with the Unohana districts...? Or...?"
"My blade... It's hungry... It wants more... It will never be satisfied until its tasted the blood of the strongest Soul Reaper!"
Yamamoto tensed, his hand rapidly moving towards the grip of Ryujin Jakka. Before he realized what was happening, he felt the blood drip down onto his face, and the pain of a large wound on his head.
'She... didn't even touch me... her blade prowess... is it really...!?'
Devour... Minazuki...
Yamamoto felt his body flow towards the woman's blade. With a wave of his hand, Ryujin Jakka had been drawn and the sweltering flames caused the woman to recoil away, halting Minazuki's attack.
"...Turn this woman... into ashes... Ryujin Jakka!"
"..."
The woman sat still, waiting for Yamamoto's next move.
"...How did you... get a Zanpakuto...? Oematsu... only crafted these blades for the Soul Reapers... You should not have one... unless..."
"..."
"...How many Soul Reapers have you murdered, woman...?"
"..."
"...Silence is not a cure for the guilty... it is a surrender..."
"...Ban...kai..."
Yamamoto's eyes widened as the woman's visage darkened and her blade glowed. Before long, his own blade's flames faded away, becoming nothing more than ashes in the wind.
"...If you're going this far for a fight, woman, than I shall give it to you. Bankai... Incinerate her to cinders, Zanka no Tachi."
Deep within a cell below the Seireitei, a woman, darkened with scars, burned flesh, and dirt sat, her arms and feet locked chained in shackles. She opened her eyes as she heard the footsteps of men coming to her cell.
"...To what do I owe this pleasure... Yamamoto...?"
"... You... are the first woman... and the only Soul Reaper to threaten me... to force me to release my Bankai."
The woman's gaze was attracted to the large scar on the older man's head. She smirked before closing her eyes back.
"...The chick's pretty hot... you got her chained for me, old man?"
"Shunsui..."
The male walked over to the cage, banging on it loudly. The woman's eyes snapped back open as she glared at the brown-haired male, dressed in a sleeveless Haori.
"I think the chains and the shackles suit you... they'd make for some kinky-"
The young man was smacked on the top of his head by both Yamamoto and the male with the short, white hair dressed in a long-sleeved Haori.
"Kyoraku! Show some respect!"
"You idiot child!"
The woman stared in amusement as the man fell to the ground, rubbing his head. Yamamoto coughed into his hand before continuing where he left off.
"...Now... You... I wish to ask something of you... to give you position... where you would be able to fight... and learn to control the bloodlust of your sword..."
The woman stared at the piece of fabric held in the outstretched hand of Yamamoto.
"Yo, pretty lady! What do we call you? I think we should be on a... first name basis, if you get my-"
Yamamoto kicked the boy into the cell, knocking him out instantly. Jushiro facepalmed as his friend absentmindedly ran his fingers to the back of his head, only to pretend to fall asleep as he felt no blood. The woman leaned over, grabbing him by the hair as she lifted him up to whisper in his ear.
"...The people... who have bled their last gallons because of my blade... they call me..."
"This... woman? This is who put that scar on your face, 'Ejisai'?"
Yamamoto glared at one of the Captains that reminded him of the events. Next to him, a woman walked in, her long hair flowing over her new Captain's Haori. She closed her eyes as she felt the hair of someone tap against her forehead. She finally opened her eyes, gazing into the chest of a Soul Reaper, wearing a long-sleeved Haori, but no undershirt. She had an annoyed look on her face at the Soul Reaper who loomed over her.
"You... You're supposedly some powerful Soul Reaper... I don't see anything special about you..."
"..."
"It seems... that only your body is worth somethin-"
Tenjiro was shocked as he was brought to his knees. He turned, gazing into the deathly eyes of the woman who twisted his arm behind his back.
"Shit!"
'I'm... the fastest man alive... and this woman... caught me off-guard!? Impossible!'
"...Speak not another word, lest you want me to rid you of your tongue, imbecile."
"No! Old man, put her back on her leash! Lemme go!"
"Drop him."
She let him go, causing him to tumble onto the floor like a rag doll. As she walked away, her eyes narrowed as she noticed him touching his arm, healing it with a green glow. Yamamoto addressed the room as they began to mutter among themselves.
"This woman... is a new individual added to our ranks... Her power is like none other... she will become our greatest trump when we need her most... She holds the title... of the warrior with the greatest sword play..."
Kenpachi.
Tenjiro relaxed in his hot springs, releasing a sigh as he leaned his head back onto the stone. He flinched, banging his head onto the stone as he noticed the woman standing above him, looking down on him.
"...You, boy. What was that technique you performed in the hall...?"
"Wha...?"
"That green glow... You did something and your arm was fixed... That twist should have took your arm out for a week, but you fixed it."
"..."
Tenjiro stared at her incredulously as she gazed back with an equally blank and serious face.
"...I... healed myself..."
"..."
"...You have never heard of healing...? How the hell did you fix yourself after all of those battles...?"
She deadpanned with the most humorous 'Duh...' face Tenjiro has ever seen.
"...No blade has ever struck my skin."
Tenjiro deadpanned as she looked down at her blade. Suddenly, his shoulder exploded into blood, causing his eyes to widen.
"Wha- What the hell was that for!?"
"Do it again. I wish to see this... 'healing'..."
"Are you fuckin' crazy!? This shit hurts!"
"Do it again."
Tenjiro subsided complete underwater, causing her to threaten him by making her blade click, in preparation to slice him again.
"..."
"No! I'm doin' it now, I swear I am!"
When Tenjiro rose out of the water, the sore on his head and his shoulder was healed completely Tenjiro addressed the confused look on her face.
"It's the spring. It's infused with my Reiatsu, and it can heal my wounds and anyone else if necessary... I used it to heal you after your... spar... with Yamamoto."
Tenjiro suddenly clamped his mouth shut, staring at her and gauging for her reaction.
'Shit... I wasn't supposed to tell her I saw her naked! Fuck! She's gonna kill me this time!'
However, she said nothing and held her chin in thought. She gazed down at him, a look of complete malice etched on her face.
"Show me how to do that... and I 'might' forgive you for looking at my body."
"..."
Tenjiro stared at the empty Captain quarters of the Fourth Division. It was cleared out completely after he was promoted to the Zero Division with Oshu and Oematsu. He felt the overwhelming Reiatsu of the Eleventh Division Captain appear behind him, and turned to face the "Sword Play Mistress".
"Yo, Yachiru."
"..."
"Oh, my bad... they nicknamed you 'Retsu', didn't they?"
"..."
"...You sure seem talkative today."
"...You're being promoted."
Tenjiro turned away from his room, walking down the hall of his former Division with Retsu following him.
"Yep... means I'm leaving this place... Wonder who's the scrub that's gonna replace me?"
"Me."
Tenjiro stopped, turning around as he stared at Retsu for the first time. He noticed that her hair was twirled into a single braid, and her usual blank and contemplative face was replaced by a serene one.
"...Woah, you look like you did a complete one-eighty, Retsu. What's with the change...?"
She walked past him, staring at the hundreds of Soul Reapers running around to complete their tasks.
"...I'm simply... tired of fighting... I don't want to anymore."
"..."
"I've made a new name for myself... I wish... to leave the bloodlust behind... I-"
"...Retsu."
She stopped, turning to face Tenjiro, who stared at something akin to pity.
"...You are a fighter... I know you want to leave all of that behind, but you will never get rid of that bloodlust... All Soul Reapers have it... they all enjoy battle, whether they want to or not... You can't just make yourself stop. Minazuki will never accept it."
"You!"
A man with long black hair collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood as he stared up at the woman above him.
"...You... will not succeed that way..."
"...No one... asked... for your opinion... You... won't defeat me! I am-"
He jumped back up and charge at her, but was cut short when she swung down her blade, quickly scaring his chest with a pink wave of Reiatsu. He slowly gazed into the sky, blinking as he fell to his knees, and then into the dirt.
"...Don't challenge me with that again... Run through the deepest darkness of the world... and then embrace it... Live forever in that darkness... understand pain... understand the loneliness... Understand the nameless... Make a name for yourself... then you shall truly understand the name 'Kenpachi...Until then, do not seek me again."
"...You... Retsu... Unohana... I'll-!"
"...'Yachiru'... remember that woman... as that is the woman that will fight you... 'Retsu Unohana'... is not interested in you."
She turned away, leaving the man in the dirt as the sky thundered and roared at his defeat.
I've never fought since then... Yamamoto has always made me wait on the sidelines... He would not allow me to save the Visored... nor would allow me to face Aizen along side him... Was he doing it... because I was a medic...? Or was... he trying to hold back the bloodlust... alongside with me...?
"Show me, Retsu Unohana... what made you the 'Sword Play'... The 'Kenpachi."
Juhabach stepped back as Minazuki nearly took his head off. A swing of his hand, and the Zanpakuto and Spirit Weapon of the warriors collided.
"...Devour, Minazuki."
"...Not a chance...!"
With his other hand, Juhabach reared back, firing an arrow with his fingertips and Unohana swung her blade around, absorbing them.
"...Vomit, Minazuki."
She waved her blade around, the arrows flying back towards Juhabach. He jumped towards the sky, chanting as he tossed his hand up.
"Kirchenlied! Blitzkrieg des Himmels!"
Waving his hands across his Scimitar, he covered it in white lightning, before swinging it towards Unohana, knocking away the arrows on its path. A dark glint appeared in Unohana's eyes as she raised her blade to the sky, holding it with two hands.
"Ryodan."
A large wave of pink Reiatsu split the incoming blast down the middle and streaked towards Juhabach, whose eyes widened as he was too slow to dodge it. The area exploded into a pink mushroom cloud, and he struggled to block his face with his hands.
"GAAAAGGGGGHHHH!"
The pink turned darker... and darker... and darker... until it fade completely into black. His gaze turned into one of confusion until one of the dark spears jabbed right through his stomach, causing him to cough up blood. A female voice echoed through the dark prison, causing fear to rupture through his body.
"Hado Number Ninety... Kurohitsugi."
Trivia:
-She, like Kenpachi, made her name up as she lived. Retsu was a titled, just as Genryusai and Chojiro was to the respective characters.
-She, like Mayuri, her other rival character, was trapped within the confines of the Maggot's nest, before being retrieved.
Note: Check the Manga Picture of the First Gotei 13 flashback when Yamamoto dies to Juhabach. Does the the long haired person right next to Yamamoto look like Unohana to you all?
-She killed a Soul Reaper and took his Zanpakuto, Minazuki.
-Shunsui and Jusiro both look as if they just graduated from the Academy. Check the wiki for their appearances. Shunsui has a short-sleeve haori and Jushiro has his long-sleeved one.
-Oematsu, at this time, has a normal sleeveless Haori and kosode, like Kensei, but with the Hakama shorts.
-Tenjiro is dressed in his normal outfit, with the major exception that his Haori is normal length.
-As stated, Yamamoto didn't keep Unohana from fighting because she was a medic, but to keep her from losing her self in battle.