Chapter 125: Edge of Conviction
<span style="font-weight:400">The icy edge of Retsu’s Zanpakutō grazed Kazuya’s skin, but he remained unmoved, meeting her prating gaze with unwavering calm.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I am exactly who I say I am. The events you mentioned are merely reflections of my capabilities, not indications of any malicious intent.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The air between them grew dense, thick enough to cut with a de. Retsu slowly lowered herself onto one knee. As Yachiru Unohana, she would have severed his vocal cords long before allowing such a discussion to proceed. But she had forsaken that past life, evolving into a womanmitted to aiding others.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you know why Soi Fon wanted to fight me? Because I was smiling to myself during the ceremony,” he began, smiling as if the edge of a katana wasn''t pressed against his skin. “You, of all people, should understand her obstinacy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">His voice, known for its power to sway others, dripped with sincerity. He understood that against someone of Retsu’s caliber, the truth was his best weapon. Her grip on the hilt rxed ever so slightly — a validation that he had chosen his strategy wisely.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is your goal behind joining the Gotei 13?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">You</i><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">That singr word made her features crease in a puzzled frown. “What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I <i><span style="font-weight:400">desire</i><span style="font-weight:400"> you, Captain Unohana. I <i><span style="font-weight:400">need</i><span style="font-weight:400"> you more than you could ever imagine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was no stranger to flirtation, but Kazuya’s audacity—to make advances on her under the looming guillotine of her Zanpakutō—left her bbergasted. She was, once again, reminded that she was dealing with the Shin’o Academy’s notorious yboy.
<span style="font-weight:400">The thought of her being a nonexistent threat in his eyes never crossed her mind; her faith in herbat prowess was like an unbreakable fortress.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exin or I’ll gut you alive.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Take it easy, Captain,” he whispered as he cleared his throat and gently gripped the edge of her Zanpakutō. “I want to be good in Kaido skills. So I can be as efficient and prepared as possible when I find a worthy opponent. Fighting to my heart’s content without worrying about my physical limits — that’s my n.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She could feel the passion and hunger in his voice, and it made her heart throb. However, she maintained control, not letting her dark impulses get the better of her. “Your Kaido is already above average. I assume you desire my mentorship to further improve.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly. The true nature of healing. Not just the physical act, but the essence of it. The bnce between life and death, and the boundaries that define them.” He paused, his eyes bing focused. “If there’s anyone in Gotei 13 who understands this, it’s you, Captain Unohana.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Time seemed to freeze as Retsu absorbed his request. Then, with a slow grace, she retracted her de, the bloodlust in her eyes receding. She sheathed her katana, once again wearing the smile associated with the benevolent captain of the Squad 4.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Unfortunately I can’t take you under my wing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She genuinely wanted to see him seed in experiencing his defining battle but she couldn’t aid him. Being around him provoked her instincts, which must not be allowed to surface.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya''s eyebrow arched in genuine surprise. “A shame. I thought the ''First Kenpachi'' would understand my situation.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was a lifetime ago,” she responded, her eyes momentarily clouding as if touching upon the fragments of a past life. “I’m no longer <i><span style="font-weight:400">that </i><span style="font-weight:400">person. However, if you genuinely wish to improve, let Isane be your mentor. She is amazing in both Kidō and Kaido utilization.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A smirk made its way to his face. “I’ll make you reconsider by surpassing Vice Captain Isane.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He’d show so much potential that she wouldn’t be able to ignore him.
<span style="font-weight:400">The audacity of his confidence made her smile widen. The smile of a seasoned veteran taking delight in the enthusiasm of a novice. “I wish you luck on your endeavor.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Just then, the door slid open and Isane shuffled in, setting a tray on the floor. She nced around, a perplexed frown clouding her features. “Is it just me or is the room somehow colder...?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Something was different in the room but she couldn’t put the change into words.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Forget that. Isane, Captain Unohana decreed that I’m to learn Kaido spells under you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">{Partner being the bottom... that’s a new fetish.}
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane nced questioningly at her captain, who nodded in confirmation. "Wee to Squad 4. I’ll save the rest for when you graduate and officially join us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It won’t take more than two weeks,” he replied nonchntly, lifting a cup of tea for a sip. “For a porridge lover, you sure brew some good tea.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Retsu giggled at Isane’s troubled expression. “Isane used to think she wouldn’t grow if she kept eating porridge.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That didn’t work out,” he said, the yfulness in his voice erasing any trace of the life-or-death confrontation that had just unfolded. "I find tall women quite cool and captivating."
<span style="font-weight:400">"Please, no teasing," Isane murmured, a flush coloring her cheeks.
<span style="font-weight:400">...
<span style="font-weight:400">As Kazuya left the barracks, Yoruichinded in front of him. “Let’s go home.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He had already ryed his departure ns to Momo, Toshiro, Rukia, and Renji. Hisst task was to visit his old friend Kaien. Using Garganta was risky — the 12th Squad constantly monitored spatial anomalies in case of any invasion. Even the Soul Society wasn’t safe from Hollow attacks.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">''Hopefully, Kaien isn’t out on some mission.''</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">{We can always persuade his wife to open the gate.}
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘True.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">Isane had outlined the route to the 13th Squad. Despite this, Kazuya found it hard to navigate the ce. It was Yoruichi who eventually guided them, relying on her lingering memories of the ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">Upon their arrival, he instantly spotted an unusual Shinigami duo: a petite young woman sporting a pixie-cut of blonde hair, and a taller man with unruly curls and a short goatee. <span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“You big buffoon, Kaien told us to send this letter. We’ll send this letter first then drink,” the young woman argued, waving an envelope in the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you a dumbass? We can do it after taking a sip.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I said no!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The tension between them crackled, fueled by a timeless debate over duty versus pleasure, and neither side was willing to budge an inch.
<span style="font-weight:400">{You recognize them, don''t you?}
<i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Kaien’s idiot subordinates. The girl is Isane’s sister.’</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Approaching them, Kazuyaid his hands gently on their shoulders. “Excuse me, could you direct me to Kaien?”
<span style="font-weight:400">His soothing voice cut through their squabble like a hot knife through butter. The young woman examined him curiously before her gaze fell on Yoruichi. She waved at Yoruichi with a bright smile. “You have a nice kitty. I’m Kiyone Kotetsu. This meathead is Sentaro Kotsubaki.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sentaro''s brow twitched at her introduction. He yfully pped Kiyone’s back. “Dumbass.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey! What was that—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kotetsu?” Kazuya cut in, preventing them from having another fight. “Are you rted to Isane by any chance?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kiyone’s eyes widened. “She’s my older sister. How do you know her?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Friends. Now, can you take me to Kaien?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kiyone smirked and ced her hands on her hips. “Addressing Vice Captain with his first name and without proper honorifics. You two must be friends.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Given their Captain’s chronic illness, Kaien pretty much managed the entirety of the 13th Squad, even if his subordinates rarely vocalized their respect for him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can say that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With a dramatic flick of her hand, Kiyone pointed toward the door behind her. “Kaien is taking a nap in the garden. Come with me.”