[Shunryū Kendo: 0]
[Uryūichi-ryū Kendo: 0]
[Slayer Kendo: 0]
[Fushun Kendo: 0]
[Hunter God Kendo: 0]
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Cole stared at Unohana for a few seconds — then realized something was wrong.
"This… there are too many styles of kendo!?"
He had just raised one to ten thousand points, and suddenly seven or eight more appeared, even more than kidō.
Thinking back, he remembered her alias: Yachiru.
It meant she had mastered all sword styles in the world.
They said eight thousand styles.
But in truth… far more.
The thought chilled him. To raise them all, he'd need at least eighty million points. Even absorbing all of Squad Four wouldn't be enough.
Cole shook his head. Better to spend time devouring more reishi. He turned to leave—
Kenpachi roared. His chipped blade swung down, unleashing golden sword energy that tore the ground apart.
"Too crude. Who could that hurt?"
Unohana's gentle facade was gone. Her eyes blazed with bloodlust. Fighting Kenpachi reawakened the monster buried inside her.
The stench of blood made her lick her lips, her strikes sharper, faster, more frenzied.
The golden wave that she sidestepped made Ikkaku and Yumichika's scalps numb.
It felt like the heavens themselves were splitting.
"Extend, Hōzukimaru!" Ikkaku roared, his blade lengthening into a spear.
"Bloom, Fuji Kujaku!" Yumichika's sword split into four fan-like blades.
They slashed together — blue and gold clashing.
But in an instant, cracks spread across their weapons.
Yumichika's eyes widened. "We… we can't stop it…"
Death by battle, he could accept. But death by stray attack? Shameful.
Ikkaku clenched his teeth. Should he use Bankai? But with Kenpachi right there… how could he remain in Squad Eleven afterward?
Just as the golden wave was about to crush them, Cole reappeared.
"Idiot, why'd you come back! Want to die with us!?" Yumichika snapped.
"Run! While we can still hold it!" Ikkaku barked.
Cole sighed. "When strong fighters duel, don't interfere — but at least don't stand in the middle!"
He drew the zanpakuto he had taken, slashing forward.
A blue-white arc split the air. With a thunderous crack, the golden wave shattered, leaving a hundred-meter scar in the ground.
Ikkaku and Yumichika froze.
"You… who are you!?"
Cole smirked. "Why bother with names?" He sheathed the blade and turned to leave.
He'd saved them only because he liked them in the original story.
But Unohana's voice stopped him.
"Wait. That was Oni-killer Style Kendo, wasn't it? A rogue from the Rukongai created it four hundred years ago."
Cole turned, startled. Unohana's face was flushed, her breath ragged.
Kenpachi lay behind her, broken and bleeding, but still alive.
This wasn't the gentle healer he knew.
"You're mistaken," Cole said quickly. "That wasn't Oni-killer Kendo. Anyway, I've got things to do, so—"
He tried to bolt.
But Unohana flashed in front of him, eyes feverish.
"No mistake. That rogue once wounded me with it. I never forgot. Your form surpasses his. Fight me!"
Her blade gleamed as she lunged.
Cole hesitated, then raised his stolen zanpakuto. Their blades clashed again and again.
Though Cole hid his reiatsu, Unohana suppressed hers even lower — fighting him as an equal.
Yet her sword danced with impossible variety. In seconds, she cycled through seven or eight styles.
"So strong…" Cole was shaken. Even with equal reiatsu, he was being overwhelmed.
He fell back with hoho, chanting,
"Walls of iron, roaring dragon, lion's roar, tiger's howl, wolf's run! Before collapsing, sever the heavens and earth!"
"Bakudō #81: Dankū!"
A crystalline wall appeared — only to be cleaved apart in one stroke.
Unohana smiled sweetly. "Using kidō in a kendo match? That's cheating."
Her reiatsu flared, greater than Kenpachi's moments ago.
Cole grimaced. He didn't want to fight Soul Society's greatest villain. But the system displayed 1.2 million points.
"Oni-killer Kendo… add twenty thousand!"
Power surged. His blade grew sharper, deadlier. He slashed — silver arcs twisting like dragons.
Unohana's eyes shone hotter. She licked her lips. "You…"
Blood trickled from her arm. She had been cut.
Cole lowered his blade. "Flower-sis… cough, Captain Unohana, let's stop. I don't want to damage Seireitei further."
But she ignored him. Gazing at the blood on her skin, she licked it, shuddering.
"Ah… it hurts… and it feels so good…"
Her buried sadism erupted. Hundreds of strikes rained in a second, silver light blanketing the field.
Cole fought back, pumping more points into swordsmanship, each clash fiercer. Slowly, he held his ground.
On the sidelines, Ikkaku and Yumichika were stunned speechless.
"Who is he… to fight Captain Unohana like that!?"
"I don't know. But this has to be a dream…"
Even Yachiru ran up, scolding. "Hey, you two dummies! Heal Ken-chan, or he'll bleed out!"
They snapped back, using kaidō to mend Kenpachi.
Cole, meanwhile, sensed trouble. Three captain-level reiatsu signatures — Byakuya, Gin, and Tōsen — were rushing over.
He slashed once more, then feigned shock.
"Captain Kenpachi, you've awakened your zanpakuto!?"
Unohana turned instinctively.
Cole vanished in that instant, fleeing.
Her voice echoed behind him, mad with obsession.
"Brat! Come back and fight me!!!"
(End of Chapter)
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