Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 302

Kaelith, noticing the unusual excitement in Unohana’s eyes, felt a bit puzzled.

But he would never hesitate over a fight.

Seeing her draw her blade, he smiled and unsheathed Rixiang Jimie as well.

“I’m coming,” Unohana said suddenly.

The moment the words fell, Kaelith saw the atmosphere around her change completely.

The usual gentle and neighborly Unohana Retsu vanished without a trace.

In her place stood a bloodthirsty beast with an even more overpowering aura than a battle-crazed Kenpachi Zaraki.

Instinctively, Kaelith’s eyes gleamed, and he rushed forward with a wide grin.

He had no clue what had brought about such a startling shift in Unohana—but this frenzy of hers was perfect for a refined swordsman like him to “educate.”

As he charged, Kaelith hefted his blade high, ready to land a hefty blow.

Yet at the very moment they were about to clash, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

His entire body twisted aside, pivoting from a full-on rush to a sideways spin.

Almost in the same instant that he changed direction, Unohana’s blade—surging with terrifying Reiatsu—accelerated past where he’d been, force enough to carve him into pieces.

“Oh…this is interesting.”

Kaelith, now practically sideways, grinned as he slashed upward at Unohana’s neck, seizing the moment before her next attack.

Clang!!!

Unohana did not pull back her forward sweep. Instead, she brought up her other hand, gripping a hidden short blade.

She used that short blade to block Kaelith’s strike. The instant they collided, the blade shattered with a snap—but she’d gained enough time.

She flung aside the broken hilt, pushed off with her feet, and flipped backward in place, turning her body to face Kaelith as he moved to her flank—

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant, they exchanged dozens of blows.

Screech—!

Kaelith planted one hand on the ground, leaning forward with his legs spread. In that almost-crouching position, he slid back several dozen meters.

Unohana staggered just a bit before stomping hard to catch her balance.

She watched Kaelith rise slowly, a grin on his face.

She parted her lips slightly.

Yes…this was exactly what she wanted.

Once, she believed that only two people in all of the Seireitei were capable of defeating her.

One was Genryūsai Yamamoto.

But from the day she first met him, Yamamoto had always been far beyond her. If both of them fought seriously, she wouldn’t even have a chance for a drawn-out fight.

There’d be no meaningful clash and no satisfaction—it wasn’t a battle she desired.

The other was the boy she met in Rukongai.

Kenpachi Zaraki in his youth.

That child possessed a fearsome talent for combat she couldn’t fathom.

From the very start, he’d overwhelmed her. He had the advantage throughout.

Unohana was so thrilled by it, thinking at last she had found the one she’d been looking for. Yet in that same encounter, Kenpachi began weakening before her very eyes.

She realized what had happened:

When Kenpachi saw she couldn’t keep up, and killing her would leave him with no worthy opponent, he subconsciously sealed his own power.

That choice filled Unohana with humiliation and guilt.

Because she was “too weak,” a true genius had forced himself onto another path.

From then on, she gave up the captaincy of the 11th Division and took over the 4th.

Across these centuries, she was like a sword sheathed in its box, honing her swordsmanship in silence.

All of it was to ensure that if she ever met Kenpachi Zaraki again, she could repay him with the sharpened blade she’d spent half her life perfecting.

Yet her resolve began to waver after she encountered Kaelith.

He’d quelled rebellions, fought against captains, pioneered his own combat styles…

Each time Kaelith clashed with Captain-Commander Yamamoto, she’d discreetly release her sensing abilities, watching from a distance.

Early on, Yamamoto barely needed to try to thrash Kaelith. Later, he had to use a bit more effort. Eventually, he had to get serious…

Kaelith’s growth pace startled both Yamamoto and Unohana.

Those raging waves of Reiatsu, that indomitable fighting spirit—proof that this man’s potential was no less than Kenpachi Zaraki’s.

Unohana grew ever more uncertain.

Would she one day offer this sword she had nurtured for centuries to Kenpachi Zaraki, or…to Kaelith?

Not long ago, when Kaelith plummeted from the Royal Guard’s realm, Unohana finally made up her mind.

Kenpachi Zaraki was probably just a memory of her former yearning.

Now, she had found someone new—a person worthy of everything she could give.

Breathing fast with excitement, Unohana swung her Zanpakutō again, slashing at Kaelith.

The elegant swordsman responded with an even more frenzied laugh, sword flashing to meet hers.

“More… Show me more!”

“Keh keh keh! Then catch this next one!”

Urged on by Unohana’s frenzy, Kaelith’s own blood began to boil.

Though he was always improving, Yamamoto’s strength was like a towering peak—battles with him were thrilling, but brief. Yamamoto wouldn’t let him indulge for long.

Unohana was different.

Kaelith had guessed that even at her fullest power, she would only give him a little fun. But he’d never have imagined this quiet woman could be so overwhelmingly strong.

Though he still had plenty of cards he hadn’t played, Unohana clearly had her own reserves.

This excitement was incomparable—fighting her beat going up against his entire group at once.

Boom!!!

Kaelith’s clothing suddenly tore apart.

Blue Reiatsu flared from his shoulders, forming what looked like two massive azure wings.

Shun Hong: Jigoku Sensha!

Sword in hand, Kaelith let the blue flames hurl him forward at speeds beyond the eye’s limit. He became a flash of light, a raging tide, a surging wave of battle lust cleaving through the air toward Unohana.

“Haaah!!”

Unohana’s grin was downright demented, showing no sign of defending herself. She thrust her blade straight at Kaelith, who was charging toward her.

Squish!!

They collided in a single instant, each blade piercing the other’s shoulder and emerging out the back.

In the next heartbeat, with uncanny synchronicity, they twisted their blades inside each other’s bodies.

Slash!!

Amid the spraying blood, they yanked out their swords.

Unohana laughed, then shoved her free hand right into the wound on her shoulder.

A glow of emerald light arose.

When she pulled her hand away, the injury had been completely healed, inside and out.

Watching her technique, Kaelith gave a small nod of approval.

“What a beautiful Kaidō. Even Sōsuke can’t do that so neatly.”

“.....Please don’t bring up anyone else’s name at a time like this.”

With those words, Unohana swung her Zanpakutō again.

She felt no shame in using Kaidō during a match like this.

For her, this was far from a friendly spar—it was a savage duel between beasts, where only one might walk away.

She found no dishonor in any method.

If it could kill and tear the other side apart, that was victory in its purest form.

Kaelith grinned.

He had no intention of treating his own wounds.

That pain hardly even affected his performance.

He casually tore off the tattered remains of his upper robe, revealing a physique aglow with crystalline Reiatsu.

“Come on, faster! Harder!”

Kaelith’s movements grew sharper with each second.

He barely needed his eyes to follow Unohana’s attacks.

The instant she began to swing, he sensed precisely where the blade would come from and the power behind it.

He slipped away by mere centimeters every time, right before the blade met flesh.

What followed was a devastating counterattack.

Slssh—slssh!

In mere moments, multiple long slashes marred Unohana’s body.

Though they were healed in an instant by Kaidō, the fierce Reiatsu that poured into her wounds left her face ever more flushed.

“S-sorry, Kaelith, but…I can’t hold out any longer!”

“What? You’re done already? You worthless sow, suck it up!”

Kaelith scowled and shouted angrily.

Unohana froze for a moment.

Sow…? Had he really just called her that?

Shame flared hotly within her, mixing with rage so intense she nearly lost her mind.

And somehow, that shame and fury only fueled the wild excitement already surging inside her.

“I… I’m sorry. But truly, I can’t!”

Sweat flew as Unohana’s cheeks burned crimson.

With a voice she could barely keep under control, she roared a word she’d been nurturing for countless years—a word brimming with dreadful power and containing all the faith she’d ever held:

“Bankai!!”

Boom!!!

It felt like the sky crashed down, a sea of Reiatsu erupting in chaos.

The once-empty shadow realm turned blood-red in an instant.

An ocean of blood from the depths of hell swept in, painting everything in its color and reeking stench.

Unohana’s Zanpakutō seemed to melt into something putrid.

Its long blade bent into a distorted shape, blackish-red fluid dripping from it and merging back into the crimson sea beneath their feet.

Breathing hard, her braids undone, Unohana gazed at Kaelith with eyes that seemed to glitter with hearts:

“——All Things End!!”

Calling out her Bankai’s name, she flung the blood-soaked blade at Kaelith with a manic grin.

He raised his sword to meet hers—yet just before their blades collided, a strange sensation seized him.

It felt as though his body were splitting away from his skeleton.

The bloody ocean and that blood-drenched blade were like scalpels slicing into his flesh, organs, bones, even his soul, bit by bit.

Oddly enough, this separation brought no pain. On the contrary, it felt bizarrely good.

More than that, Kaelith sensed that Unohana’s body was undergoing the same fragmentation, even though she showed no outward sign.

That sense of the soul drifting away was heady, almost addictive, exhilarating.

But Kaelith knew if he let himself sink into that euphoria, he’d die here in this bloody sea.

“All Things End…”

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A technique that kills both wielder and foe?

No, if it truly killed both, Unohana would’ve died long ago.

Perhaps the speed of death was regulated somehow—maybe she could escape the effect if she slew her opponent before succumbing herself…

Countless theories flashed through Kaelith’s mind in an instant.

If Aizen were in his shoes, he’d methodically test the boundaries of her ability. But Kaelith’s body moved before his brain finished analyzing.

Seeing Unohana bearing down, blade of blood in hand, he casually tossed his Zanpakutō aside.

He drew back both fists, muscles tensed like drawn bows.

“Double Impact—Sōkotsu!!”

Boom!!!

The sea of blood heaved, red waves rising high. Kaelith and Unohana clashed yet again, entangled in a single mass of chaotic power.

Their monstrous Reiatsu whipped the red ocean into roiling tides.

Each surge could have dissolved a Lieutenant-level fighter in an instant.

Unohana, hair unbound and swirling about her like a dark halo, seemed almost divine in her merciless glory.

That endless sea of blood felt like part of her body itself, granting her relentless strength and healing.

No matter how many times Kaelith tore her apart, she regenerated in an instant.

It was as though time and space had lost meaning; they’d fought like this for years in that bloody realm.

Even Kaelith, who had activated his second-level release, was beginning to slow under the endless assault.

Unohana’s gaze grew complicated as she studied him.

Was…this as far as he could go?

In that moment, Kaelith suddenly lifted his head, letting out a strange laugh.

“You think I’m finished?”

“No… this is only the beginning!”

Unohana paused in surprise, then broke into a smile.

She felt… bliss.

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