Marrying Unohana Retsu from Bleach

Meanwhile

The battlefield where Araki faced off against Unohana.

With the activation of Araki's Bankai, an endless cascade of rainbow-colored crystalline light seemed to replace the sun itself. 

Descending from the heavens, it gently caressed the land, enveloping everything in its glow. Naturally, it also enshrouded Yachiru Unohana and the blood pool surrounding her.

In contrast, after Unohana activated her Bankai, the endless streams of blood she released formed a vast pool that soaked the ground, inevitably spreading to Araki's feet.

In mere moments, the blood had submerged his feet, and as more blood seeped from every direction, the level rapidly rose, climbing visibly up Araki's legs.

"Given the nature of both our Bankai, this battle is far from suitable to take place here in the Seireitei," Araki remarked, his gaze fixed on Unohana, who stood amidst the crimson sea. "If this keeps up, both your blood ocean and my crystalline light will eventually engulf the entire Seireitei, won't they?"

"Since we've already unleashed our Bankai, what's the point of discussing this now?" Unohana scoffed, her gaze tinged with disdain. She had reached her limit of restraint, and the fate of the Seireitei was no longer of concern to her.

At this moment, only one thing mattered—the battle.

A battle that would continue until one of them fell.

"Boom!"

As Araki and Unohana exchanged words, a spiritual pressure far more overwhelming and ferocious than their own erupted into the sky.

Unlike Unohana's cold, sinister aura, this spiritual pressure exuded a blazing heat. Merely sensing it was enough to feel streams of warmth rushing through one's body, evoking a sense of burning intensity and fervor.

"What?!"

Both Araki and Unohana, who had been preparing for an intense clash, instinctively lowered their blades and turned to the source of the fiery spiritual pressure.

There stood a middle-aged man clad in a sleeveless white haori. His most striking feature was a bold, cross-shaped scar etched across his forehead. Calmly, he unsheathed the Zanpakutō at his waist and whispered in a low voice:

"All things in the universe turn to ash. Ryūjin Jakka."

"Boom!"

With the man's deep, resounding chant, an oppressive aura descended, and towering flames erupted into the sky, setting half of the Seireitei ablaze.

If those present hadn't already known this was merely the Shikai of the man's Zanpakutō, they might have mistaken the flames for the Bankai of another captain of the Gotei 13.

"So hot," Araki muttered, glancing at the fiery inferno with a wry smile. "After all these years, Old Man Yama's Zanpakutō is still as scorching as ever—a true symbol of raw power."

Indeed, this man was none other than Araki's master—the founder of the "Genryū" swordsmanship style, the head instructor of the Genji Academy, and the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13: Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.

And the Zanpakutō he wielded was, of course, Ryūjin Jakka—the most powerful and destructive flame-type Zanpakutō in the Soul Society.

"Boom!!"

Yamamoto paid no mind to his long-absent disciple. With a casual wave of his Zanpakutō, the raging flames obeyed his will, sweeping in all directions. Wherever the fire touched—be it Unohana's blood ocean or Araki's crystalline light—it retreated in deference.

By the time Araki and Unohana regained their composure, the scorching flames of Ryūjin Jakka had formed towering walls of fire, confining Unohana's blood sea and Araki's crystalline light within a two mile radius.

"I cannot allow you to continue wreaking havoc in the Seireitei," Yamamoto said calmly, his eyes fixed on the two.

"Tch."

"If we're talking about destruction, neither my crystalline light nor Unohana's blood sea comes close to the devastation caused by your Ryūjin Jakka, Old Man," Araki muttered to himself, inwardly complaining about his master's words.

"The proper place for a fight between two monsters' like you should be the depths of Muken beneath my barracks," Yamamoto continued. "But so be it. Since you've already brought things to this point, fight to your heart's content within the confines of my flames."

Not giving either Araki or Unohana a chance to respond, Yamamoto sat down on a nearby boulder, his Zanpakutō planted before him like a staff. "Enough talk. Don't mind me—you two are the stars of this battle."

"Well, I guess we have no choice." Araki smiled wryly at his master before turning to Unohana. "Since it's come to this, it would be rude not to give it our all."

"Battle."

Unohana uttered a single word, her tone cold and resolute. The endless blood surrounding her began to converge upon her blade.

Araki took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with crimson sparks. In his mind, countless future scenarios flashed by like slides in a PowerPoint presentation.

"…Hah!"

With a deep exhale, the veins in Araki's arm bulged like coiling dragons, and his blade crackled with black lightning. The crystalline light in the sky roared as it channeled its energy into his sword.

In that moment, all of Araki's power unified.

And then he swung his sword downward with tremendous force.

"Boom!!"

A colossal surge of sword pressure—like a mountainous wave or the teeth of a spinning saw—sliced toward Unohana's blood ocean.

In an instant, both the blood sea and the technique Unohana had been preparing were utterly eclipsed, cleaved apart by this one strike.

"What… is this?"

For the first time, Unohana was at a loss.

To her, Araki's strike seemed devoid of any particular name or elaborate form. It was as if he had returned to the most primal and instinctual act of wielding a sword: raising it high and slashing down.

Yet this seemingly ordinary strike carried an overwhelming force that left her stunned. Her mind froze, unable to comprehend the sheer brutality of Araki's technique.

By the time she recovered, the blood ocean beneath her feet had been split in two, and even the towering walls of fire created by Yamamoto's Ryūjin Jakka bore a massive gap, cleaved open by Araki's blade.

However, the sword pressure did not stop there. It soared into the sky, tearing apart the clouds before finally dissipating into the boundless heavens.

"What are you staring at?"

Before Unohana could gather her thoughts, a blade radiating cold, piercing light was already pressed against her snow-white neck. Araki's calm voice followed.

"You're fighting me now, Unohana. Don't get distracted."

Those were the same words Unohana had once said to him.

"Hah…"

Unohana exhaled deeply, her disturbed composure gradually settling. As her focus returned, a fierce battle spirit surged from within her chest.

"Battle!!"

This was the second time Unohana uttered that word, her voice now filled with even greater conviction and intensity.

Standing amidst the blood ocean, Unohana was a vision of deadly beauty—a striking figure akin to a predatory demon, magnificent yet lethally dangerous.

Seeing her, Araki smirked. Without hesitation, he vanished into a blur of motion, his blade flashing like lightning.

"Swish!"

In an instant, blood-red roses bloomed on both their shoulders.

Droplets of blood splattered into the blood sea below, merging with its crimson waves. Yet, as the injuries appeared, they were instantly healed under the glow of Araki's crystalline light and the nourishing essence of the blood sea.

"Hahaha!"

Laughter echoed as Araki and Unohana clashed with wild abandon.

At this moment, neither cared about the shimmering crystalline sky, the blood-soaked ground, nor even Yamamoto, who sat nearby like a silent observer.

Their eyes saw only each other. They reveled in this feast of carnage, two wild beasts dancing with their blades in a frenzy of combat.

"Interesting," Yamamoto chuckled as he watched the feral battle unfold.

The gap in the firewall remained open, deliberately left so by Yamamoto. A clash between apex predators like this deserved an audience, not solitude.

Yamamoto knew that battles between beasts would inevitably draw in the eyes of scavengers and onlookers. But he welcomed it.

Let them come, he thought. Let them witness the terrifying strength of Araki, his disciple.

From now on, the Seireitei would have another name to fear alongside Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's Ryūjin Jakka.

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