Swordsmanship—one of the four basics of the Shinigami: sword, fist, walk, demon. It is compulsory training for every soul reaper. Long ago, swordsmanship was divided into ten levels. To reach the tenth meant ultimate mastery: not only commanding the basic strikes but also fusing thousands of sword styles into one.
Among all Shinigami, this was considered impossible—mere legend.
Yet Unohana believed Cole had already brushed against that realm. Given time, he could surpass even her. Unlike the savage slaughter she once shared with Zaraki, her battles with Cole stirred her heart and spirit.
"Not interested…" Cole muttered, trying to pry her hands off. The softness pressing against his back might tempt him, but after enduring her hellish Bankai, he wanted no second round.
"Don't worry, Cole-kun," Unohana smiled, gently pushing him into her quarters. "I'm satisfied for now. You can rest for a few days."
Isane finally relaxed, wiping cold sweat from her brow. For a moment she had thought her captain had turned into Zaraki.
Soi Fong frowned. "Unohana-taichō, how do you intend to… take care of him?"
"You may come in and see if you don't trust me," Unohana replied sweetly.
Hesitant, Soi Fong entered with her. The room surprised them. Simple, warm, decorated with blooming flowers—not a chamber of blood and blades, but one of gentle comfort.
"Flower-sis, this really your room?" Cole blurted. "I thought it'd be full of corpses and weapons."
Unohana chuckled. "You misunderstand me. I am the Fourth Division captain, after all. How could I be so crude?"
She pressed him to the bed, her hands moving to his clothes.
"Flower-sis, what are you doing!?"
"A massage. Your swordsmanship advanced greatly in battle. I'll help you grasp your new strength."
"Then why are you taking off my pants!?" Cole yelped, clutching at them in panic. With Soi Fong and Isane present, his face turned crimson.
"Of course the lower body needs attention too," Unohana said calmly, eyes glinting as she traced his muscles. "Only then will you grow stronger—strong enough to make our battles supreme ecstasy."
"Yaaah!!" Isane squeaked, covering her mouth instead of her eyes.
Cole twitched. "First time a girl sees something embarrassing, and instead of covering her eyes she covers her mouth. You afraid of screaming out loud?"
Isane blushed furiously and fled the room.
Cole turned to Soi Fong. "And you—if you want to look, then look! You're an assassin, you know anatomy better than anyone. Why so shy?"
Soi Fong flushed bright red, huffed, and vanished.
Now alone, Cole reached for Unohana's haori to cover himself, but she stopped him. "Wait, Cole-kun. Let me massage you. Feel your muscles change…"
"…and then fight you again?" Cole grumbled, trying to leave.
But she refused. A thousand years of life had shaped her. She had once been defeated by Zaraki, believing him the only man who could fulfill her through combat. But now—Cole. His swordsmanship pierced her very soul. In all her centuries, only he had risen to stand beside her, even surpassing Zaraki in potential.
How could she let him go?
Her breath quickened, face flushed. "Cole-kun, fighting is true joy. The blade cutting flesh, the blood flowing, the pain flooding your mind—"
"I told you, that's not joy for me!" Cole snapped, grinding his teeth. He shoved her onto the bed, pinning her down. "Unohana-taichō, you've had your fun. Isn't it my turn now?"
Unohana smiled up at him, unafraid. "Cole-kun, that's dangerous."
He licked his lips, voice low. "So am I."
Bang, bang, bang—the sounds of struggle echoed.
Outside the door, Soi Fong and Isane stiffened.
"This must be… passion," Soi Fong muttered awkwardly. "Hearing those blows, even bystanders feel their blood boil."
Unable to resist, they cracked the door. What they saw made both their faces burn scarlet.
A forbidden scene, shocking even veterans of war.
Isane covered her eyes, but her fingers parted. "Soi Fong-taichō, is… is this still sparring?"
Soi Fong's face blazed red as she stomped away, too flustered to speak.
Isane trembled, caught between shame and worry, unable to move, listening to the muffled sounds from within.
Meanwhile, at Shiba Kuukaku's home, Ichigo hefted Zangetsu, glaring. "Yoruichi-san, is this really safe? Yesterday we were ready to launch, then Kuukaku suddenly called it off!"
Yoruichi, in cat form, hesitated. "Are you sure this time, Kuukaku? We can't waste time."
"Of course!" Kuukaku grinned, producing a new spirit sphere. "This time, we'll break through."
But as they prepared, Seireitei suddenly went on lockdown. The barrier strengthened many times over.
"Damn brats, stop whining and follow me," Kuukaku barked, knocking each of them on the head.
As they readied the cannon, Rukia bit her lip. "Yoruichi-san, why such sudden lockdown? It hasn't happened in over a century."
Yoruichi's eyes darkened. "It only happens against overwhelming threats. Last time, captains hollowfied."
Ichigo frowned. "Could it be… Cole? Did he stir up trouble inside?"
"No way!" Yoruichi shook her head. "You overestimate him."
Kuukaku smirked. "Don't be so sure. What if that brat fought a few captains?" She recalled the golden staff that smashed two captains against Seireitei's gate.
"Cole… huh?"
Moments later, the cannon fired. A thunderous blast sent the spirit sphere hurtling into the sky, smashing against the barrier. Lightning arced, sound shaking Seireitei.
Every soul reaper looked up to see a meteor of blue light tearing into the shield.
"Not now… his ryoka companions too!?" Ikkaku groaned.
Byakuya's eyes narrowed, sensing Rukia's reiatsu within. "Foolish girl… why return here?"
Inside Second Division, Kyōraku rubbed his temples. "Why does everything happen at once?"
In First Division, Yamamoto stood over Sasakibe, his burns grave. The old man's gaze hardened. "Still no contact with Unohana?"
A nervous reaper answered, "No, sir. According to Kotetsu-fukutaichō, she's been missing since last night."
Yamamoto's eyes narrowed, rare irritation flickering. Seireitei was spiraling into chaos—ryoka invasion, captain defection, now a missing commander.
"Aizen, Cole, Gin , Tōsen…" he rumbled, fire rising in his voice.
Back in Fourth Division, Unohana's cheeks flushed, her breath ragged, eyes locked on Cole beneath her. She licked her lips, whispering:
"Cole-kun, are you satisfied now?"
(End of Chapter)
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