Chapter 124: A Test
<span style="font-weight:400">“How did the rest go? I assume it went fine since you’re here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With soft, gray eyes filled with unmistakable concern, Isane’s words made Kazuya’s lips curl into an appreciative smile. Only Nami and Isane had taken a moment to ask about his well-being. It amused him that even Momo, with her obsession, had overlooked such a detail.
<span style="font-weight:400">{Isane is peak waifu material. Yoink her.}
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Begone my intrusive thoughts.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Returning Isane’s gaze, he offered a soft smile. “Yup. Is your captain ready to entertain a guest of my caliber?”
<span style="font-weight:400">A soft snort escaped Isane’s lips, humor briefly lighting her eyes. She quicklyposed herself, adopting a solemn demeanor fitting for her status in the 4th Squad. “I advise you to act with respect. Captain Unohana will swat you like a fly if you don’t.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Though many Shinigami remained blissfully unaware, Isane had dug up about the past of her captain. From her days as a nefarious criminal within the Soul Society to her instrumental role in the conflict against Yhwach, Unohana’s abilities were eclipsed only by the Captain Commander himself among the Gotei 13 ranks. She was the First Kenpachi, after all.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Kazuya has potential to reach her level.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane found it puzzling why he''d elected to align himself with them, rather than with squads better suited to unlock his untapped potential. But any fleeting doubts about him harboring ulterior motives were quelled by his close association with Isshin Shiba.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know, Isane, I can’t decide if your captain is benevolent or scary.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rather than indulging in describing her captain, Isane simply gestured to the door. “Find it yourself.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose.”
<span style="font-weight:400">They traversed the pristine hallways and ascended the staircases. Ordinary at first, but a definite change enveloped him as they scaled the stairs leading to the third floor, where the Captain’s quarters were located. The ambient Reishi thickened, its texture almost tangible to his senses.
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane approached the door, her knuckles rapping against the solid wood. “Captain, do you remember our conversation about the Battle Healer? He is here to meet you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A brief, tension-filled silence ensued. Then, an abrupt onught of Reiatsu overwhelmed him. He had experienced and in the so-called God King of Hueco Mundo, yet this Reiatsu was a different beast altogether. It wed into him, manifesting an illusion of knives impaling his heart in relentless session, each thrust eviscerating chunks of his willpower.
<span style="font-weight:400">He unconsciously released his Reiatsu to counter Unohana’s Reiatsu. The pressure ebbed away instantaneously; for all her battle prowess, Unohana couldn’t overpower him when it came to spiritual energy.
<span style="font-weight:400">Just as abruptly, her intense Reiatsu receded, leaving a stillness in its wake. A voice, gentle velvety yetmanding, resonated, “Come inside.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A pang of disappointment washed over him. A woman with such strength refused to lift her de against anyone, even when the fate of the Soul Society hung at stake. He would’ve loved to witness a battle between Aizen and Unohana, without Aizen relying on his hypnosis. s, his wish would nevere to reality.
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane slowly slid open the door then bowed her head. “Good morning, Captain.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He took his time observing Retsu Unohana, the kind and gentle woman wearing her long ck hair in a signature braid in front of her. He’d have mistaken her for a friendly, next door healer Shinigami if not for his previous world’s memories. Her dual nature was just that well concealed.
<span style="font-weight:400">He nodded his head in a gesture that seemed superficially courteouspared to Isane''s heartfelt bow. “Good morning, Captain Unohana.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana’s gaze was tranquil but prating as she observed him. It wasn’t a response to his greeting but his voice. The pleasing timbre of his voice was oddly soothing and rich. Nanao wasn’t over-exaggerating; she was underselling the enchanting lure in his voice.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘How is he doing this?’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">She curiously probed his Reiatsu, and her eyes quivered momentarily. He was a monstrous ocean of spiritual power — the sole reason he shrugged off her Reiatsu as if it were a breeze, a feat hard for most captains these days. The reports about his Spirit ss Ranking and the events of yesterday were absolutely correct. He was no mere student; he was a prodigy on par with Kenpachi Zaraki.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Another prodigy born in Rukongai or...’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">As her thoughts cascaded, an old scar on her corbone tingled, her chest flooding with an almost forgotten exhration — the thrill and anticipation of a worthy battle.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m not Yachiru anymore. I’m Retsu Unohana, and I despise murder.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Her strong conviction pushed back her dark, murderous urges. Closing her eyes, she revealed a gentle smile. “Good morning, Isane and Kazuya-kun. I’ve heard so much about you from my friends.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Intrigued, he arched an eyebrow. “Seriously? What did you hear?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nanao told me some unsavory details about your rtionships but let’s forget about that. Your personal life has no rtion to your duties as a Shinigami,” she paused and opened her eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in them. “I’m the Captain of Squad 4, Retsu Unohana. Convince me that you’ll be a worthy addition to my family. Then we’ll discuss your dual association to the 10th Squad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He certainly didn’t expect Retsu to make such a demand. “How? Throw me a hint.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Retsu pulled back her sleeve and traced her finger along her wrist. A slender cut materialized following her finger, blood slowly seeping out. "Show me the extent of your Kaido."
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane’s hands trembled. “Captain, you could’ve asked me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine, Isane,” Retsu gently said without breaking off eye contact with him. Hisck of reaction to her move intrigued her. Most Shinigami would freak out at her disy but he remained stern. “Come, before it heals on its own.”
<span style="font-weight:400">{Come. He will. Inside you. When your heart is still.}
<span style="font-weight:400">He moved to sit before her and held his palms over her wound. A gentle green light covered his hands as the wound on Retsu’s hands closed within moments.
<span style="font-weight:400">“There, all unblemished. Don’t go cutting yourself for small tests. It makes you look like a <i><span style="font-weight:400">freak</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her smile barely faltered at his words. “By Shinigami’s standards, you’re the freak, for desiring to join two divisions.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane chuckled then quickly covered her mouth. “I’l gol brew some tea.”
<span style="font-weight:400">No sooner had Isane’s silhouette vanished beyond the doorway than Retsu fluidly rose, drawing her katana from its sheath that hung on her shoulder with a string. The de glinted coldly, resting ominously on his shoulder. Her eyes had lost all signs of its previous serenity and motherly gentleness, taking on a sharp, intense, and ruthless glint. Her smile turned into a subtle, sinister smirk that exuded confidence and danger.
<span style="font-weight:400">The woman before him wasn’t the captain of the 4th Squad but the ‘First Kenpachi’ — the most fierce criminal to ever step foot in the Soul Society.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kazuya Ishihara,” she whispered, her de inching closer to his throat. “Fighting Soi Fon to a draw on your first day in academy, seducing the staff of said academy, then overpowering Soi Fon — a master of Hakuda — with your bare hands. Tell me. Who are you and what do you want with Squad 4? What are you scheming?”