Chapter 272: Promise
<span style="font-weight:400">Once she was back to the familiar grounds of the 4th Squad, Unohana ced a hand on her chest and let out a sigh of relief. “I know Sosuke was putting on an act… yet his smiles, hispliments, his expressions looked so genuine. I almost let my killing intent slip.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was evident that she hadn’t been fully prepared for this encounter with Aizen. And it had led her to almost making a massive blunder.
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya patted her shoulder. “You were inplete control back there. I forgot that Aizen was a bad guy. That’s how good you were at acting.”
<span style="font-weight:400">After a bout with Aizen, he had learned to read Aizen’s subtle expressions. And he had seen no noticeable signs of doubt on Aizen’s face regarding Unohana.
<span style="font-weight:400">His consideration earned him a small, grateful smile from Unohana. “Still, if Aizen bes suspicious of you, the me is mine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’ll never go after you as long as you’re Retsu Unohana. Yachiru Unohana is a different matter though. He’ll try to get rid of you if you ever pick up that sword for the Soul Society again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Even under the influence of Aizen’s Shikai, Unohana posed a significant threat. When thrust into a precarious situation, a natural born killer like her could adapt to the sense-warping powers of Kyōka Suigetsu. Aizen would never underestimate her or Yamamoto.
<span style="font-weight:400">Closing her eyes, Unohana put a hand on the hilt of her Zanpakutō. “I can’t do that. I made a promise.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even if Aizen goes after Isane?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t resist asking this question. Will she break her promise for Isane whom she treated like her daughter more than her Vice-Captain?
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana’s eyes snapped open, taking on a murderous look. An overwhelming bloodlust emanated from her. “I’ll put him under Minazuki and kill him. Over, over, and over, until his mind fades into nothingness. I won’t let anyoney a hand on Isane.”
<span style="font-weight:400">As expected, she showed willingness to throw away her promise for Isane. Greater good of the Soul Society mattered less than her own Vice-Captain.
<span style="font-weight:400">He revealed a faint smile. “That’s probably the reason I like you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Without mincing his words, he revealed his true feelings.
<span style="font-weight:400">His straightforwardness caught her off-guard. “This isn’t the time for your tomfoolery.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not though. Besides, you won’t ever have to break your promise. If anyone tries to harm Isane or anyone else close to me, I’ll give up on being an upstanding Shinigami and kill them. Even Aizen.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Despite his nonchnce, Unohana knew that he wasn’t lying. Not one bit. She was once again reminded of why she had entrusted everything to this young man. His determination to see through had earned her respect.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kazuya,” she whispered. “Are you hiding your true abilities even now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her question received a quiet nod from him.
<span style="font-weight:400">She studied his face intently. “Unbelievable… you still have a trump card — an ability that can kill Aizen before he can get support from any Captain. Could it be your Bankai?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nope. It’s something else. Though I’d prefer not to use it with my current capabilities, or I might end up bing an abnormality.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana smiled. “What are you talking about? You already are an abnormality by every metric used in the Soul Society.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He took a dramatic step back, cing a hand on his chest. “That one hurt.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She shook her head at his melodramatic behavior. “I have one more question for you. Why did you agree to go with Soi Fon? You made no attempts to refuse her. Does our training matter to you at all?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The Assembly Hall didn’t allow her the opportunity to probe his true motive behind helping Soi Fon.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you know what would happen if I didn’t agree to go?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana’s gaze drifted towards the distant gate. “Another healer would have to apany Soi Fon… The default option for high-profile assignments is Isane.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, exactly. Either Isane had to leave, or Soi Fon had to go on her own,” he said with a frown. “I’m not doubting Isane’s ability, but Hueco Mundo is far more dangerous than a Captain and Vice-Captain can handle. It’s Espada’s base. Taking unnecessary risks simply isn’t my approach.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She slowly nodded her head, looking satisfied with his exnation. “You can leave with a clear conscience. I’ll look after your little girlfriends.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You better keep them safe.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unohana bared a vicious smile, one that looked far from her typical saintly demeanor. “Anyone who tries to touch them will have their innards gutted by Minazuki.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, Retsu is finally showing her true colors!”
<span style="font-weight:400">She let out a disappointed grunt. “There’s no need for pretense. You knew the real me from the beginning. How madly I lust for blood and battle.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He reached out and patted her head. “Well, it’s a good thing your future husband is an immortal being, isn’t it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">All traces of viciousness vanished from her face, reced by a look of mild annoyance. “It’s unfortunate I stopped being a criminal. Or else I’d have put your ims to the test with my de.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Feel free to try me anytime.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll do itter.” She grabbed his cor with a grin. “When we train.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya gulped. “Okay, Ma’am.”
<b>***</b>
<span style="font-weight:400">Meanwhile, the Living World.
<span style="font-weight:400">Api opened the door to a green-haired woman in a denim jacket and tight pants. The visitor appeared ordinary, only a lot more beautiful than the people in the town.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey! How are you doing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Api’s awkward greeting was met with an enthusiastic greeting like no other. The reason for Api feeling so awkward had to do with her past visit to Hueco Mundo. She grappled with how to face the Hollow she had tried to kill. Was she meant to smile warmly and pretend it never happened, or act all grumpy because the Hollow defeated her?
<span style="font-weight:400">Nelliel cocked her head slightly, puzzled by Api’sck of energy. “Are you the same person who tried to ‘devour’ me? Did putting on the maid dress change you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Still the same old Api who got her teeth kicked in by you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t be bitter about it. There will always be people beyond our current reach,” she whispered with a distant look, her lips curving into a nostalgic smile. “This is what fills life with a sense of purpose, you know. I’ll keep bashing my head against the wall until I reach their level or surpass them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fat chance of that happening.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Api knew the man Nelliel wanted to surpass, and she could never imagine any Hollow evering close to his strength.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nelliel epted Api’s discouraging words with a calm face. “People can cling to unachievable goals.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My goal is bing unachievable too…” Api whispered,menting her inability to be a Vasto Lorde. She did her best every day — training with Lisa and the other Visored, consuming the rogue Hollows around the town, and even trying out the weird meditation techniques shown on the television. Nothing could nudge her toward the final boundary.
<span style="font-weight:400">What was she meant to do to be a Vasto Lorde?
<span style="font-weight:400">Shaking off her mncholy, Api pinned Nelliel with a sharp gaze. “Why exactly are you here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Nelliel took off her heat, which had been covering the remnants of her Hollow mask. “Is he home?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No.” Api crushed Nelliel’s hopes with a curt response. “Don’t ask me where he is. He doesn’t want anyone to disturb him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Nelliel’s shoulders sagged visibly as a dispirited sigh left her lips. She had hoped Kazuya was concealing his Reiatsu as usual, and she would be able to meet him. “Api, can you tell him Nelliel returned to Hueco Mundo? I’ll be at my usual spot if he requires anything from me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Nelliel put on her hat and tucked her hands in her pocket before walking away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, what about those annoying little critters?”
<span style="font-weight:400">For Nelliel to leave the Living World would mean abandoning her people. Api never took Nelliel for someone who abandoned her people.
<span style="font-weight:400">“They…” Nelliel revealed a bittersweet smile. Her entire demeanor shifted at the mere mention of her littlepanions. “I’ll talk about it some other day.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With a vague answer, Nelliel adjusted her hat once more and tucked her hands in her pockets before walking away, leaving a perplexed Api behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell happened to her?”