"Kacha, kacha, kacha…"
The ear-piercing clash of metal rang out continuously.
Unohana's blood-whip blade was gripped in Cole's hand. After repeated collisions, sparks flew everywhere.
Yet even with such a sharp edge, it still couldn't harm Cole's hand in the slightest—like steel striking steel.
Even Unohana, who was practically losing control, revealed shock in her eyes when she saw this.
"Cole, you've gotten stronger again!"
She wasn't holding back at all—whether just now or right now, she was going all out.
If it were before, even if a full-power slash from her wouldn't severely injure him, it would at least leave a bloody cut.
But now…
She couldn't even break Cole's skin.
If she had to describe it with spiritual pressure, then the gap between her and Cole was like a vice-captain trying to cut down a captain.
Cole knew Unohana had misunderstood, so he smiled and said, "Hana-nee, you're misunderstanding. My spiritual pressure has gotten a bit stronger, but not nearly as much as you think."
Since he wasn't in the Wandenreich, he had no interest in hiding his spiritual power.
So when he used Seiketsuso (Static Blood Armor) and Dōketsuso (Dynamic Blood Armor), he poured ninety percent of his spiritual pressure straight into his blood vessels.
With that terrifying physical defense, plus the "exoskeleton" of spiritual power covering his body…
His defense naturally reached an astonishing level.
Cole even felt that with brute strength and defense alone, he could probably trade blows with old man Yamamoto's bankai.
Thinking of that, Cole also thought about how Quincy could control reishi as a subordinate power.
Shinigami couldn't learn that ability.
But if he studied it, maybe he could learn something indirectly.
And make Shinigami power even stronger.
After all, another mountain's stone can be used to polish jade.
For example, those Quincy hid in the shadows of Seireitei for a thousand years…
And based on Shinigami zanpakuto, they created Seimonji (Holy Letter) abilities.
Maybe even Complete Holy Form was created by referencing bankai.
If he really learned something, Unohana might become even stronger too—after all, she specialized in swordsmanship.
Unohana didn't think that far. After seeing Cole's incredible defense, she almost couldn't control her body.
"So… so wonderful… Cole, you really are the man who can satisfy me…"
Unohana swallowed, her gaze nearly glowing red. Her face flushed unnaturally as she tightened her grip on the blade.
The next second—
Blood-red sword light poured down like a sky-filling storm, nearly swallowing Cole's figure whole.
In an instant, the clothes Senjumaru had made were shredded into powder by that blood-red sword light, scattering away.
But that was all it achieved.
Cole's body didn't even receive the tiniest scratch.
Even so, Unohana didn't stop. She simply focused everything onto a single point, repeatedly hacking at Cole's shoulder.
Seeing that, Cole couldn't help sighing.
After obtaining Quincy power, he realized he seemed able to resist Unohana's over-healing effect now.
And his defense had reached its peak in this moment.
It could be said that he was crushing Unohana in every aspect.
If he got serious, then even if he stood there and let Unohana cut him, she still wouldn't be able to break his defense.
But if he did that, Unohana would be a bit too pitiful.
Her desire had already been provoked, and he couldn't satisfy it…
With that thought, Cole sighed, thinking that he was really being trained into a masochist—actually choosing to feel pain on purpose.
Without saying more, Cole took the initiative to dispel Seiketsuso (Static Blood Armor).
At the same time, he weakened the layer of spiritual pressure covering his body.
And the very next second those two defenses vanished—
A burst of crimson bloodlight bloomed across Cole's chest.
Violent pain flooded into Cole's mind.
Even though he'd experienced it many times, he still couldn't help sucking in a cold breath. With a dark face, he reached out his hand and said, "Sode no Shirayuki, come help me."
Shirayuki froze for a moment, but quickly understood what Cole wanted her to do.
She blinked at Rukia, then transformed into a pure-white zanpakuto and was grasped in Cole's hand.
Rukia was furious.
This bad kid lowered his defenses on purpose just to let Unohana cut him—just to win Unohana's favor.
And now he was even borrowing her zanpakuto to fight.
He'd completely forgotten her, his girlfriend.
And her zanpakuto was hopeless too—Cole said one line and it immediately turned into a blade.
At least resist a little.
Or ask what your master thinks.
Holding Sode no Shirayuki and feeling the pain again, Cole ground his teeth and raised the blade with a dark expression.
"Hana-nee, let me say this first. I gained a lot of strength on this trip, and my swordsmanship level rose by a huge margin too."
"If you fight me, you'd better be ready to get cut thousands of times."
That wasn't empty talk.
The Quincy as a race were like heaven's favored children—born able to freely control the reishi of heaven and earth.
In that regard, they were even stronger than Shinigami.
If humans didn't have a lifespan limit, then Quincy of the same level would absolutely be stronger than Shinigami.
Just look at the Quincy in the Wandenreich.
One by one they were losers from a thousand years ago, yet over those thousand years, their strength rose dramatically.
And after learning Quincy abilities, Cole could now freely control the reishi of heaven and earth as well.
Even if he didn't use that reishi to fight—
It was still like countless eyes and ears for him.
A complete, omnidirectional, blind-spotless surveillance on Unohana, letting him avoid the use of her sword techniques in advance.
But when Cole said that, it only made Unohana even more excited and fanatical.
As the First Kenpachi, the "great villain" said to be unparalleled in history, how could she fear the pain brought by slaughter?
Rather—
It was the pinnacle of enjoyment.
Seeing that, Cole said nothing more. He adjusted his spiritual pressure down to the same level as Unohana's and began a frenzied exchange of blows with her.
The pains of the past surged back into Cole's memory again.
At the peak of pain, Cole stopped fearing it—he burst into loud laughter, letting himself be hacked until flesh and blood flew, while constantly carving injuries into Unohana in return.
One thing worth mentioning:
Because Cole hadn't improved his swordsmanship during this period, and Unohana's swordsmanship had grown stronger by quite a bit…
In their slaughter, Cole only held about a two-tenths advantage. Bloody wounds still kept ripping open across his body.
Seeing this for the first time, Yoruichi's face turned slightly pale as she said hoarsely, "Soi fong… is this how they flirt? This is terrifying. Don't they feel pain?"
Soi fong swallowed lightly. "They're always like this. Every so often, they have to slaughter each other like this, but…"
"But what!?" Yoruichi asked curiously, looking at her rebellious disciple.
Soi fong frowned, speaking in a low, annoyed voice. "But in my opinion, this is completely Cole satisfying Captain Unohana on his own… because he's not some masochist…"
Hearing that, Rukia immediately felt sour, puffing out her cheeks as she stared at Cole with dissatisfaction.
Seriously.
This was too much.
He'd been gone for so long…
And the first thing he did after coming back was satisfy Unohana.
Not just Rukia.
Even Yoruichi felt a little unhappy. She muttered, "That damn brat… does he only like women that full and curvy?"
As she spoke, she lowered her head and glanced at her own figure.
Fit, very fit, very tempting. Her chest might not match Unohana's, but it was definitely better than her disciple's and Rukia's.
And especially her long legs—she wasn't being narcissistic…
But she felt her legs were absolutely a flawless existence.
Soi fong looked on bitterly at Yoruichi, unconsciously grinding her silver teeth.
"Damn Cole… so he really did take Lady Yoruichi. I knew it—how could that lecherous brat possibly let Lady Yoruichi go…?"
Above the blood pool that reeked of choking gore—
Unohana, lost in a sick delight, stared at the black-haired boy across from her, the one who was genuinely slaughtering with her.
In her once-fanatical eyes…
A gentle smile suddenly flashed.
Unohana wasn't stupid. She could clearly see that Cole's current strength far exceeded her own.
Even within her Bankai: Minazuki (All Things End), her over-healing ability still couldn't affect Cole's body.
Even her blade in bankai form had a hard time breaking Cole's defense.
Yet this sixteen-year-old boy still lowered his defenses on purpose, forcibly enduring the discomfort of pain, just to satisfy her desire to slaughter.
Why pay such a huge price?
As that thought rose, a numb heart that had long gone cold finally felt a warm current flowing through it.
Not the pleasure from slaughter.
Not the pleasure of flesh and spirit reaching climax.
It was a different kind of desire.
It made her unconsciously clamp her thighs together, her beautiful eyes slowly turning hazy.
She wanted to hug Cole—
To melt him into her body.
But the desire to slaughter intertwined in that instant, making Unohana even crazier as she swung her zanpakuto without restraint—
She wanted to feel absolute pain.
With absolute pain, she wanted to reach the peak of pleasure with Cole.
Watching this, Rukia and Soi fong realized something was off. They stared at the battle above the blood pool, puzzled.
"Why are these two slaughtering so insanely today?"
"Yeah… there's barely any swordsmanship left. It's just wild mutual hacking. Are they self-harming?"
Yoruichi finally let out a breath, thinking, So they weren't always this crazy?
She'd been wondering how anyone could be that insane—ignoring pain, chasing nothing but slaughter.
And these two clearly weren't enemies.
They were "close friends" who exchanged flesh and spirit.
Soi fong's expression turned strange. "It's not like that… In the past they used swordsmanship to slaughter. Sometimes they'd keep cutting for days, until the blood could fill the entire pool."
Rukia nodded seriously. "But today they're in a rush. Like they want to feel pain as fast as possible and end this slaughter as soon as they can."
Yoruichi's mind went blank.
So they were still freaks.
And those two lunatics could keep cutting for days?
Then what about the Wandenreich side!?
The battle continued.
Time quickly passed—three hours.
The stench of blood spread throughout the crimson space.
Just as Yoruichi was growing anxious and debating whether to step in and stop them—
Above the blood pool, Cole suddenly swung the pure-white zanpakuto in his hand, slashing down on Unohana's shoulder.
Blood immediately poured out.
Crimson liquid dyed her fair body red.
But to Cole's surprise, after taking that slash, Unohana didn't counterattack at all.
Her clothes were torn, revealing the gentle, mature beauty of her pale body—yet she simply walked toward Cole.
She let the zanpakuto sink deeper.
The pain intensified.
And instead, a gentle smile appeared on her face.
She softly wrapped her arms around Cole's neck and kissed his lips.
"Cole-kun, I really like you."
(End of Chapter)
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