Chapter 245 – 245 ⥤ Sword? Cat!

BOOM——

Heaven and earth seemed to invert as overwhelming pressure bore down!

The pitch-black depths of hell erupted into chaos, searing crimson staining its boundless domain!

An endless bloody scent rose from hell’s depths, spreading until it covered everything in sight.

Yachiru Unohana’s gaze fell, her eyes welling with uncontrollable desire and pleasure as her left hand gripped the blade, letting scalding blood flow from her palm to the ground.

The blade curved more and more, transforming into what seemed a creation purely of blood.

⤫ Bankai: Minazuki ⥤ Final Release: All Things’ End! ⤬

Thick, heavy blood dripped from the blade, giving rise to an endless crimson ocean.

Tap—Tap—Tap…

Light, steady steps tread upon the sea of blood, approaching Akira methodically.

Unohana’s lips curled in a delighted smile, her blood-spattered cheeks betraying anticipation.

As Akira admired this hellish artistry, an exquisitely beautiful face materialized before him. The curved, tilting blade slashed unhesitatingly toward his face.

The movement’s gentleness evoked strange associations — like intimacy between lovers.

Yet within these fluid, varied movements lurked naked killing intent!

Clang!

The blade was blocked.

This slash abandoned the elegant Death Sword Style. No technique remained — only the purest, most violent method.

Brute force against brute force!

Scorching heat surged from Akira’s body as violent power erupted from his frame. Pitch-black flames corroded the blood sea at his feet while dense bloody mist permeated the surroundings, adding complexity to the battle.

The blade fell, brutally raising towering waves, carving ghastly rifts that stretched endlessly forward.

Freely wielding his released power, his lips curved upward, mirroring Unohana’s smile.

One had to admit, the two shared certain similarities.

Or rather, this was the destiny of Kenpachi — similar madmen inevitably gravitating toward each other, triggering unexpected chemical reactions.

Watching Akira unleash his shocking presence, Unohana’s smile grew more delighted as she spoke, seemingly addressing him yet also talking to herself:

“Only you can bring me such ultimate pleasure, Akira. Here I come…”

Sticky blood rain fell from the sky as sharp clashing sounds erupted above the sea of blood.

Only now did Tsukiyomi grasp the true nature of the Bankai — an ultimate domain born of blood, more accurately described as Blood Pond Hell.

The moment their blades touched, an invisible force stripped away his Reiatsu, shattering his supposedly impregnable defense.

The skin and flesh of his right hand lost vitality, visibly falling away until only a stark white skeletal hand remained, gripping the sword hilt and slashing wildly.

Against this rule-like ability, Akira didn’t yield — his Kaidō patterns activated, and his flesh visibly regenerated.

Noticing this, Unohana merely raised an eerie smile.

When he had fully recovered, something strange occurred. Endless vitality poured into his body, accelerating his recovery even further.

But too much of a good thing proved dangerous. When healing power reached its peak without restraint, something more terrifying happened.

The newly restored flesh fell away again, and Akira reverted to an even more extensive skeletal state, appearing moments from death.

His expression froze as understanding flashed in his eyes.

Unohana’s smile radiated ultimate pleasure, like a devotee before their idol. For her, quick kills brought no joy — only sustained battle could lead to the peak.

Akira’s dominance needed tempering; occasional suppression served as the perfect counter.

“Have you noticed?”

Blood-red lips parted slightly against pale skin, lending Unohana an entrancing beauty.

“This is the true… Blood Pond Hell!”

Bloody sword pressure fell.

Hum——

Through the rumbling, Akira raised his skeletal right hand. Kūkan Mukai’s blade slashed out, burning dozens of black marks in the air, adding an otherworldly quality to the crimson space.

Blood splattered as the blade light shattered, transforming into countless blood blades — like a deadly magic trick — all piercing into his body.

⤫ Shi no Ken-ryū: Senjin Tsuki ⥤ Death Sword Style: Thousand Sword Piercing! ⤬

Unohana’s expression grew more joyful as centuries of pent-up desire in her manic soul unleashed wildly, threatening to engulf Akira completely.

Their clashing blades sent explosive waves in all directions. The blood sea surged skyward toward hell’s upper reaches, its massive waves advancing like a force bent on submerging everything.

Unohana danced through the surging blood sea, her hair ornaments scattered, black hair flowing freely — a demon unleashed from hell itself.

Akira took a fierce beating, his flesh stripped away layer by layer under Unohana’s relentless slashes.

He now resembled Baraggan’s twin, though his skeleton proved more robust than that old bone’s.

Unohana moved tirelessly through the blood sea, lost in battle’s pleasure. The sea mended her wounds instantly when damaged — her recovery surpassing mere regeneration, approaching something more conceptual.

As Akira’s decline grew apparent and defeat loomed, Unohana’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

Before she could speak, she saw him meet her blade with a horrifying smile — one that could silence crying children.

“Alright, Retsu-nee. Warmup ends here. Prepare yourself to welcome the climax in your best form!”

Under her stunned gaze, Akira cast his Kūkan Mukai into the blood sea. Black flames erupted, wrapping his skeleton in wild fire.

⤫ Shunkō: Kokuen-shin Senkei ⥤ Flash War Cry: God of Black Flame Battle Form! ⤬

⤫ Schrift: W ⥤ Sacred Letter: The World! ⤬

Flesh grew layer by layer as he transformed, becoming giant-like. Scorching energy burst from his body, instantly vaporizing the blood sea below. Blood waves churned as thunder and flame tore through hell.

Blood blades swarmed toward him as before, but stopped midway, extinguished by the burning black flames.

Akira grinned, admiring the dancing figure above the blood sea — a beauty born of pure killing intent.

His fingers clenched tight, unleashing power that surged from his body like a mountain’s collapse. His form tensed like a bowstring, muscle fibers straining audibly.

His brief training meant he couldn’t match Unohana’s near-perfect technique.

But that hardly mattered. Couldn’t bridge the skill gap? Then overwhelm with raw power!

As Yama-jii had taught him: When differences grow too vast, pure collision leaves the weaker one instantly… Shattered to pieces!

His right fist fell, and blazing winds howled forth, consuming the blood pool hell entirely.

Watching this terrifying scene, Unohana trembled slightly. She concentrated all her Reiatsu into her blood blade, launching her final attack without hesitation.

Thunder and burning heat exploded through the blood sea, transforming into a massive pillar of light that inverted everything, shooting straight toward the heavens!

The blood sea shattered as hell groaned under the unbearable strain. A pitch-black void emerged, spreading visibly across space.

Among all martial arts, raw power had overwhelmed technique!

Scorching winds raged, annihilating everything in their path. Hell itself trembled as apocalyptic devastation swept through the boundless space.

When the chaos settled, Unohana’s bent figure appeared at the edge of shadows. Nearly half her body had vanished — completely erased.

Despite this, her face radiated a satisfied smile. To die in battle, dedicating everything to please the man who brought her joy — this was life’s ultimate climax!

Akira suddenly appeared, holding Kūkan Mukai freshly dug from the ground. Under Unohana’s expectant gaze, he delivered a casual thrust.

The blade pierced her heart. Flesh tore as hot blood gushed forth, staining the white haori while dripping along the blade.

Was it over?

Her smile grew more content — this was exactly the death she had hoped for. She slowly closed her eyes, waiting for life’s final moment.

However, seconds later, her vitality didn’t fade — it grew stronger.

Unohana opened her eyes in confusion, meeting his gaze.

“Hey, satisfied with just one bout of unbridled fighting? Your aspirations seem low. Your resolve doesn’t even match that brute Zaraki. Those who truly enjoy battle should strive to live on experiencing different ways of combat until life’s end…”

Unohana fell silent.

For a Kenpachi, while death might be the ultimate destination, it wasn’t the desired outcome.

More than listening to his speech, she was curious about this miraculous healing method. With her medical expertise, she knew that even Tenjirō Kirinji couldn’t heal such wounds.

If not for a swordsman’s will, she would have died the moment she was struck.

This was precisely why she wondered how Akira had saved her from death’s door. Her thirst for knowledge kept growing.

Tsukiyomi, just how many secrets do you still hold?

Examining the heart pierced by his blade and the gradually healing body, Akira sighed with relief.

It was fortunate he had saved her — her loss would have been devastating for Soul Society.

The healing method had been a fortuitous discovery.

〈 Merciful Death Blade: Seeking life in death, finding a sliver of mercy within the deadly sword. Zanjutsu speed and power both increase by 100%! [Hidden Effect: Share Life] 〉

The principle was straightforward: strike a dying person with the blade to share your life force with them.

The catch was that the user would take on the dying person’s injuries. It worked similarly to Uryū Ishida’s Schrift “Antithesis”, but in reverse.

{T/N: Lets him swap conditions between two targets. If he’s hurt and his enemy isn’t, he can reverse this so he’s healed and the enemy takes his injuries.}

Akira could heal his own injuries through Kaidō patterns — essentially exploiting a loophole.

Though the process was complex, he reserved it only for those who truly mattered. Had it been Kisuke, he would have simply watched him die with a smile before meeting him in Hell.

Once the healing was complete and her body restored, new complications emerged.

Since Unohana’s Shihakushō and haori weren’t crafted by Senjumaru, they hadn’t survived her body’s destruction. Her porcelain-white skin now gleamed distractingly.

Recognizing their location in Hell, Akira swiftly cast Aizen’s anti-peeping Kidō to conceal them both.

Unohana remained unfazed. A slight blush colored her cheeks as she reached for his face, offering a reassuring smile. Before she could speak, he interrupted.

“I’ve thought of a solution.” Akira whispered, leaning close.

Unohana’s eyes lit up with intrigue, “I didn’t expect such a secret technique. Let me try it.”

Under his watchful gaze, her body began to glow as kidō patterns materialized one after another.

Soon, a tabby cat stood before them.

The tricolored Unohana explored her new form, pacing with natural elegance.

After briefly adjusting, she touched down lightly, sprang up to Akira’s shoulder, and tilted her head. She nuzzled him several times before finding a comfortable spot to curl up, purring contentedly.

Perhaps being a cat wasn’t so bad after all?

Unohana’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.

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