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After hearing Aaron's words, Unohana was momentarily taken aback.
Though she was well aware that her actions had been utterly unreasonable, the young man standing before her had completely ignored her infamous reputation and had reacted swiftly to repel her attack.
This forced her to reevaluate the mysterious teenager standing calmly in front of her.
Aaron, for his part, was also somewhat surprised. He had not expected to encounter Unohana Retsu under these circumstances.
In that moment, fragments of information about Unohana surfaced in his mind.
As the beloved yet fearsome captain of the Fourth Division in the Bleach universe, Unohana initially appeared gentle and nurturing, like the kind older sister next door.
Under her leadership, the Fourth Division was dedicated to healing and support, which gave her the appearance of being non-threatening. However, Aaron, once an avid fan of the anime, knew the truth about her terrifying nature.
Before becoming the captain of the Fourth Division in the Gotei 13, Unohana Retsu—formerly known as Yachiru Unohana—was one of the most notorious and brutal criminals in Soul Society.
Her ruthlessness and obsession with combat had earned her the title of "Kenpachi," denoting the strongest warrior. Naming herself "Yachiru Unohana," she claimed mastery over all known forms of swordsmanship.
She eventually faced Yamamoto Genryūsai in battle and, after her defeat, joined the Gotei 13 as the first captain of the Eleventh Division. Renouncing her violent ways, she became the healer and nurturer the Soul Society knew, hiding her dark past beneath a gentle facade.
Unohana's past reemerged during the Thousand-Year Blood War when she engaged Zaraki Kenpachi, reigniting her thirst for battle. In a fatal duel, she sacrificed herself to unlock Zaraki's latent potential, proving once more that two Kenpachi could not coexist in the same era.
Now, standing before Aaron, she was not the serene healer but the deadly warrior of legend.
As Aaron processed this information, his analytical mind compared the power levels between himself and Unohana.
"Unohana Retsu…" he murmured. "One of the most powerful combatants in the Bleach universe. But at this point in the timeline, she may not yet be at her peak."
His musings were interrupted as Unohana lunged forward, her blade gleaming.
"Let's have an enjoyable battle!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with barely contained excitement.
Aaron's plans for a quiet evening were shattered, but he couldn't help the flicker of seriousness that crossed his face. A battle against such a strong opponent was a rare opportunity.
Their swords clashed in a burst of sparks, and the sharp sound of metal meeting metal echoed through the desolate area. Unohana's strikes were relentless, her sword flashing from angles that seemed impossible to predict.
Despite the ferocity of her attacks, Aaron remained calm, activating his ability, The Almighty. With this power, he effortlessly parried Unohana's strikes, his movements precise and unhurried.
The intensity of their battle sent shockwaves through the surrounding area. Dust clouds billowed, and nearby spectators, who had initially watched with curiosity, scrambled to safety. No one wished to be collateral damage in this deadly exchange.
Unohana's Reiatsu surged, her strikes growing faster and more unpredictable. She alternated between slashes, thrusts, and feints, each attack aimed to overwhelm Aaron.
However, to her growing frustration, the boy deflected every move with an ease that bordered on insult. His expression remained composed, betraying neither fear nor strain.
"How…?" Unohana thought, her breaths growing heavier. No matter how she adjusted her swordsmanship, her attacks were met with calculated precision.
For the first time in years, Unohana felt a flicker of doubt. This young man, who seemed so unassuming, was unlike any opponent she had faced.
Her grip on her blade tightened as her attacks became more desperate, pouring all her Reiatsu into every strike. Yet, the outcome remained the same. Aaron deflected her strikes as though they were a training exercise.
To him, Unohana's attacks were like data points, each one refining his understanding of kendo. With The Almighty, he could foresee her moves before she even executed them, turning her legendary swordsmanship into a training regimen for his growing power.
As their battle raged, the environment bore the brunt of their ferocity. Buildings crumbled under the pressure of their Reiatsu, and the once-flat ground was scarred with deep cuts and craters.
Finally, Unohana slowed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had exhausted every technique in her arsenal, but Aaron stood before her, unscathed and smiling faintly.
"Are you sure you want to continue?" he asked, his tone light yet confident.