Taking advantage of the interval where Soifon and Yoruichi Shihōin were "stuck together like glue," Kōga Kuchiki and Muramasa quietly exchanged a look, then nodded gravely.
The target is thorny, we can't beat her, retreat!
Next time, they would bring those troublesome materialized spirits to deal with Soifon.
At the same time, the gaze Kōga Kuchiki cast toward Muramasa hid a hint of resentment. This guy actually didn't mention that Soifon's strength was this powerful—was he his Zanpakutō or not?
He truly has a death wish!
If I didn't still need Muramasa to help control the Zanpakutō, I would have long ago...
Almost without any hesitation, Kōga Kuchiki waved his hand fiercely backward.
"Go!"
Muramasa responded immediately. The materialized forms of Senbonzakura and Hyōrinmaru showed no lingering attachment to their masters, turning into streams of light to follow close behind him, vanishing into the Garganta behind them.
The entire process happened as fast as a breath.
The group below only now recovered from the shock of the earth-shattering kiss performed by Soifon and Yoruichi Shihōin, as well as the multiple impacts brought about by that terrifying Reiatsu.
"Crap! They ran away!"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya's expression changed as he switched back from "onlooker mode."
Yoruichi Shihōin was even more exasperated. She grabbed Soifon by the collar: "Soifon! It's all your fault! Doing... doing such rude things at a critical moment! The clues we finally found have all run away now!"
While she shouted, the hand behind her back quietly made an extremely covert gesture—encircle.
Everyone on the ground understood tacitly, quietly moving their feet to form a multi-faceted pincer movement around the two of them.
Soifon seemed completely oblivious to the movement below, simply looking at Yoruichi's face close at hand, staring intently without blinking.
"No, what are you looking at again..."
Perhaps because Soifon's gaze was too aggressive, Yoruichi Shihōin subconsciously shrank back.
Soifon tilted her head: "Fine, then I won't look at Lady Yoruichi."
Phew...
Yoruichi Shihōin hadn't even managed to let out a sigh of relief when suddenly, a soft sensation touched her face again.
"Soifon—?!"
Yoruichi's whole body went stiff.
Taking advantage of Yoruichi's momentary daze, the hand Soifon had around her waist pushed gently. Soifon herself floated backward as if weightless, escaping from the center of the encirclement with elegance and composure.
"Hey! Don't think about running!"
Zaraki Kenpachi was the first unable to hold back, rushing up with that chipped blade. Regrettably, he still wore the eyepatch that suppressed his Reiatsu.
Soifon appeared at Zaraki Kenpachi's side as if teleporting, delivering a knife-hand strike to the back of his neck, allowing him to once again enjoy sleep like a baby.
Thud—
Zaraki Kenpachi's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. His massive body swayed before smashing onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust as he lost consciousness.
Soifon didn't even look at the fallen Zaraki Kenpachi. Her gaze turned to Unohana Retsu, who had been standing quietly to the side: "Why did Zaraki Kenpachi put the eyepatch back on? Does he dislike being too strong?"
"Oh my... that is Captain Zaraki's personal wish."
The gentle smile on Unohana Retsu's face remained unchanged, but a trace of excitement flashed in the depths of her eyes.
"Tsk, tsk..." Soifon clicked her tongue in disdain. "If he continues to seal himself like this, he will only get weaker and weaker."
Unohana Retsu nodded slightly, her voice still soft:
"I can tell."
"However, Captain Soifon, you have clearly parted ways with the Seireitei, yet you are still so concerned about the combat power of the Gotei 13..."
"Why not plead guilty and return? Perhaps His Excellency, the Captain-Commander, will be lenient."
Soifon huffed coldly and did not reply.
Just then, Unohana Retsu, who had been like a bystander, moved.
She simply took a step forward and slowly drew the Asauchi at her waist.
Clang—
A wave of transparent air washed out from Unohana's body, causing the Captain's Haori on her shoulders to flutter slightly.
Sensing the opponent's surging fighting spirit, Yoruichi Shihōin frowned, realizing things were not simple.
"This is bad..." She waved her hand broadly. "Byakuya, Tōshirō, take Zaraki Kenpachi and retreat!"
As for Ichigo Kurosaki? Stat freaks aren't afraid, no need to worry about him.
Meanwhile, the smile on Unohana Retsu's face could no longer be suppressed. It was no longer the usual gentle warmth, but carried a hint of maniacal battle lust.
One step, two steps...
From a slow walk to a brisk walk, and then into a run...
In the blink of an eye, her figure holding the sword appeared in front of Soifon.
Unohana didn't even use any footwork or technique; simply and directly, she slashed horizontally toward Soifon's waist!
Ding—
The blades collided, erupting with a piercing shriek far exceeding any previous battle, sparks flying everywhere.
"Captain Soifon..." Unohana Retsu's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "Fortunately... you didn't agree to my request just now..."
Amidst the clash of blades, Soifon could also feel the opponent's trembling breath hitting her face.
"Now... we can finally... kill each other openly and honestly!"
Immediately after, Unohana Retsu's wrist turned. The blade edge slid upward along Soifon's blade, aiming for Soifon's neck.
Before her voice had even faded, the Asauchi in her hand accelerated abruptly. It was no longer elegant and methodical Kendo, but transformed into the most primitive slashing instinct!
Fierce sword energy splashed madly in all directions. The surrounding tall trees snapped and fell in unison, and the lake surface was sliced into waves by the crisscrossing sword energy.
The spectators had long since retreated to a further distance. Tōshirō and Ichigo Kurosaki wore faces full of astonishment.
—Is this still the Captain Unohana I know?!
"Captain Unohana, she..."
"Is actually this strong?!"
The two of them had always thought the Captain of the Fourth Division was skilled in healing and Kidō...
"Heh..."
"The current Soifon is the one who is truly troublesome."
Yoruichi Shihōin knocked on their heads, then began to question why Ichigo Kurosaki was slacking off just now. If this stat freak had acted, Soifon would have been captured by them long ago.
"Wait, no matter how you look at it, Sister Soifon doesn't look like an enemy..."
Ichigo Kurosaki covered his head and retorted. After all, he had only gone to Soul Society initially to save Soifon. Since she was fine now and hadn't killed anyone, why should they attack Soifon?
"..."
Yoruichi Shihōin wanted to refute, but standing from Ichigo Kurosaki's perspective, there really didn't seem to be any problem.
Returning to the center of the battlefield.
A faint blue fluorescence occasionally lit up on Soifon's body. Her Shihakushō had been scraped with many tears, but she was not injured.
In contrast, Unohana Retsu already had several shallow bloody marks on her Captain's Haori. Yet, her offensive did not weaken in the slightest; instead, it became faster and faster, and the smile on her face grew increasingly twisted.
She was intoxicated by this extreme pleasure of combat. Wounds continued to increase on her body, fresh blood dyeing the white Haori with spots of red plum blossoms.
Unohana remained completely oblivious. Her attacks became increasingly wild, and she even began to emit pants of pleasure.
"Ha... Hehe..." Unohana Retsu suddenly chuckled low, her voice warping slightly from extreme excitement. "Captain Soifon... Soifon...!"
Her slashes became heavier, even beginning to abandon defense.
"Great... This is... truly great!"
"Let us... slaughter until we are satisfied!"
"Soifon—!"
The next moment, Unohana Retsu spun her body violently. The blade traced a cold semi-circular arc, chopping down viciously!
Ding—
Soifon held her sword horizontally to block, steadily catching this heavy chop, then abruptly raised her hand to knock Unohana's sword aside.
Whoosh—
When her figure appeared again, she had already locked onto Unohana from behind, the blade in her hand resting against Unohana's slender, snow-white neck, severing a few strands of hair at her chest.
"This speed..."
Unohana Retsu's breathing became disordered for the first time.
"This is Blut Arterie; amazing, isn't it?" Soifon leaned into Unohana's ear and whispered, "Do you still want to continue, Captain Unohana?"
The fanatical fighting spirit receded like a tide, and Unohana Retsu slowly lowered the hand holding the sword.
She had already been let off the hook. Continuing to fight and pester endlessly would make her a scoundrel who refused to admit defeat.
"Ah... It is my loss, Captain Soifon."
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