Chapter 276: Vicious Attack


    <span style="font-weight:400">(Half an hour ago)


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya basked in bliss from the soft sensation of Unohana’s thighs beneath his head. The gentlep pillow was his “reward” for surviving the extreme training, which Unohana promised him back at his home. Unohana agreeing to his request was not on his list of surprises today.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pinched his cheeks gently. “Is this enough? I have to check back on my squad too, after I bathe.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He ced his hands over hers. “No. I’m still tired. Let me rx a bit more on my future wife’sp.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She made a troubled expression before letting out a sigh. Since he had to leave tomorrow, she was spoiling him a little. She might have given too much leniency. “My Shihakusho is drenched in sweat. There is your blood on my clothes, too. How <i><span style="font-weight:400">this</i><span style="font-weight:400"> is rxing for you in any capacity is beyond myprehension.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Doesn’t make you any less attractive,” he whispered, kissing her palm. “I quite enjoy spending time with my future wife. You probably don’t, I guess. But you’ll learn to appreciate small intimate moments one day, that’s my promise.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Small moments…” She raised her head, contemting his words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya closed his eyes and let the older woman digest his promise in peace. Rolling around, he found a morefortable position. Exhausted from the long training, he didn’t take long before the loving arms of slumber embraced him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His peaceful reststed a while but came to an unfortunate end by the distinct sound of a katana sliding out of its sheath. The sound was subtle, but it may as well have been the howl of a wolf against his ears.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before he could open his eyes, an overwhelming bloodlust enveloped his entire being, wrapping him in its cold, hostile domain. A sharp pain in his chest followed the bloodlust.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Kuh.” He groaned, his eyes flying open to the gloomy smile of Unohana beneath the dark sky.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her hands gripped the katana protruding from his chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“R-Retsu, what the hell?” He asked incredulously, the blood rushing up his throat and filling his mouth. “O-Oi, don’t be crazy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rather than listening to him, she forcibly pulled the katana, blood spurting from the gaping wound in his chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She raised the katana over him and stabbed him again, aiming for his heart.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He barely caught the katana between his hands. “Retsu, snap out of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The katana slipped from Unohana’s grasp,nding with a dull thud on Kazuya’s chest. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and the blood-stained de. The familiar green glow of Kaido enveloped her hands as she began to heal him. Not even a scar was left when Kaido and his natural regeneration worked on the wound together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What happened here?” She asked, despite understanding the crux of the matter. “Did I… do this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya focused, allowing a tiny amount of Reiatsu to envelop him. It clung to the excess materials on his clothes before shooting off in the shape of a blood-red bullet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He sat up and dusted his clothes. “If you’re referring to the injury you just healed, yeah, you did.” His hand found the tear in her Shihakushō, fingers grazing her thigh.“You stabbed right through me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though he had anticipated Unohana might attack him someday, he hadn''t expected it so soon. Somehow his involvement had made her violent tendencies worse than her anime counterpart, that too by a long shot at that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">{This is what you get for sleeping on a madwoman’sp,} Nami spoke with an edge in her voice. {Partner, there is still time to ditch her route.}


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘I thought she was your idol.’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">{Still is~.}


    <span style="font-weight:400">Unohana pressed a hand to her forehead, looking a little lost. “Just what am I doing?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She vividly remembered a sound, like that of shattering of ss, when she saw him sleeping so peacefully on herp. Little did she know it was the sound of her dark urges breaking out of its shackles. In her carelessness, she had tried to assassinate thest hope of the Soul Society.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A gentle pinch on her thighs brought her attention to the present. She looked down to Kazuya caressing her thigh through her torn hakama.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I’ll treat it like a valuable training lesson.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She brushed his hand away and stood. Frictionlessly sliding the katana out of its sheath, she ced it against his neck, which made him raise a brow in surprise. “It’s not your fault. You were sleeping and vulnerable. And I… I tried to kill you. It’s inexcusable…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Clenching her trembling fists, she pointed the sword to her own neck before bringing it down to the middle of her chest, right where she had stabbed him. “An eye for an eye. A wound for a wound… Kazuya, take the sword and drive it into my chest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">His eyes flicked from the sword''s handle to her face, not a hint of emotion on his face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She pushed the sword towards him. “You can heal me afterward.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s the point of it then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“To even the suffering caused by my weak will.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">More so than the physical pain, she craved punishment. Any form of punishment would do as long as it held her responsible for her violence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He grabbed the sword and tossed it aside before bringing her into his arms, all in an instance. Stunned by his actions, she stared up at his charming face. “I knew your murderous side, and I still slept like a log on yourp. Can you me yourself for myck of caution?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Frustration welled up in Unohana, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Anybody else in his situation would freak out and leave her alone. But he — he had the audacity to treat it like just another day in his life. The whole situation made her wonder if his head was in the right ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Say something,” he whispered. “Or I’ll touch you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Unohana punched his belly. “Don’t you dare me me if <i><span style="font-weight:400">this </i><span style="font-weight:400">happens again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This? You mean by this warm hug?” He tightened his hold, pressing her against his chest. “I’ll dly wee it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She shoved him away, her eyes frosty. “I’m not joking. Next time I lose control, it won’t end up with one wound. I might kill you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He erupted into a heartyughter. “Retsu, don’t overestimate yourself. If I’m serious, not even two of you can take me down. For you, I may as well be an immortal.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have made immortals crawl at my feet, <i><span style="font-weight:400">begging </i><span style="font-weight:400">for death…” Unohana whispered, slowly walking toward her Zanpakutō. As she picked it up from the ground, she nced over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Immortality doesn’te with resistance to pain. Even if it did, my sword will burn through everything and make you regret ever iming immortality.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kazuya crossed his arms before holding up his chin. “Ah, you’re talking about your Bankai.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">All the seriousness faded from her face, her eyes widening in shock. “How do you know—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He shstepped to her back and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Retsu, I know everything there is to know about you.”