Unohana Retsu.
Even the name alone carried weight.
Yun Che—no, Yuuki, the Shinigami part of him—knew exactly who the system had summoned. Retsu Unohana, formerly Yachiru Unohana, the first Kenpachi, the strongest Shinigami to ever claim the title. Captain of the Fourth Division, the greatest healer Soul Society had ever produced, and beneath that gentle façade… the most ancient, experienced, and utterly terrifying combatant to ever hold a blade.
In terms familiar to him, she was a max-level character disguised as a support unit.
And now she stood before him.
The system had warned him: summoned companions arrived with their skills intact but their memories erased. A penalty, it claimed. Even if Retsu still possessed her monstrous swordsmanship and healing arts, without the lifetime of experience wielding them, she was essentially a novice piloting a level 100 account.
Recovering a Kenpachi… was no small task.
Training her would be like teaching a dragon how to fly again—dangerous, delicate, and potentially catastrophic if mishandled. But once restored? Once she reclaimed her instincts?
She would be unstoppable.
And to Yun Che, she wasn't just a powerhouse. She was one of his earliest crushes in the Bleach universe—the serene, soft-spoken angel who secretly hid the blood-soaked monster Yachiru Unohana beneath her smile. Seeing her in real life wasn't merely exciting.
It was like watching a legend breathe.
But the moment the system completed the summoning ritual, Yun Che froze.
Unohana Retsu materialized before him completely unclothed—the system's usual approach to forming a new body. Her skin was smooth like polished jade, sculpted to perfection. Her legs, long and beautiful, flowed into a flawless hourglass figure. Her chest was full yet elegantly proportioned. Her hair fell down her back in luxurious black waves, unbraided. Her Kenpachi scar—gone, erased by the system.
Her beauty was breathtaking—quiet, refined, almost divine.
But… something was off.
Yun Che's breath caught. His eyes froze mid-motion.
This wasn't the Unohana Retsu he knew.
She wasn't the calm, mature, thousand-year-old healer-warrior with both maternal warmth and terrifying depth. She wasn't the serene woman who hid carnage behind a smile. She wasn't the ageless beauty with the aura of ancient death.
This Unohana…
Looked young.
Alarmingly young.
Barely eighteen in appearance—beautiful beyond reason, but lacking the worldly, womanly charm that defined the Unohana from Bleach. Her aura was pure, untouched, like a blade freshly forged and yet to taste battle.
The system hadn't just reset her memories.
It had reconstructed her body… younger.
Yun Che swallowed.
This was a version of Unohana no one had ever seen—not in canon, not in any fanwork.
A Unohana before the centuries of bloodshed.
Before the endless killings.
Before she became the first Kenpachi.
Before she forged the reputation that shook Soul Society.
A clean slate.
A blank canvas.
A monster yet to awaken.
Yun Che whispered mentally:
"System… what did you do?"
He wasn't sure if he was afraid, excited, or both.
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[Ding… Unohana Retsu has been summoned with a new body to match her new life. There is no reason to summon her in her former state. The host may summon her as a child if desired. The system has selected the form of an eighteen-year-old woman because it aligns with the host's preferences.]
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"But… I didn't—" Yun Che opened his mouth to argue.
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[You're welcome.]
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Yun Che sweatdropped.
Great.
Now the system would summon every Bleach woman as an eighteen-year-old from now on. At least she would grow into her beauty naturally, becoming even more breathtaking than her original form. Still, seeing a freshly summoned, perfectly sculpted, jade-like Unohana lying unclothed before him—
He swallowed.
And then—
Thwack!
Jasmine elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
"What are you doing, you lecher? Put clothes on her already!"
"Wait, I wasn't even—"
Before he could protest, cold hands covered his eyes from behind.
"Milord, you mustn't look," Shirayuki said firmly. "If you do, she will never be able to get married for the rest of her life."
Yun Che froze.
"E-Eh?!"
"Stand still, milord," Shirayuki commanded, tightening her grip.
Thinking fast, Yun Che opened the system shop and purchased a Shihakushō. Saru and Hebi immediately stepped in to dress the newly summoned girl, while Shirayuki held him in place like a guardian spirit determined to preserve chastity.
From Jasmine's side came a disgusted scoff.
"Disgusting," she muttered coldly.
"You can't blame me!" Yun Che protested. "It's the act of man! The act of god! The act of—"
"Hmph." Jasmine turned away, crossing her arms and refusing to look at him.
Meanwhile, neither old-man Zangetsu nor Hollow-Hōyuu reacted to the naked woman—likely due to being spirit manifestations.
Well… except Hōyuu, who cackled gleefully as Shirayuki restrained Yun Che.
"BWHAHAHA! LOOK AT YOU, KING! CAN'T EVEN OPEN YOUR EYES WITHOUT GETTING ARRESTED!"
"Shut up, Hoyuu!"
Eventually, Saru and Hebi finished dressing her.
Unohana now wore a simple Shihakushō—still plain, still lacking the elegance of her former self, but enough to give her dignity. Restoring her full beauty would take time… but she was undeniably stunning even in this raw, youthful form.
Suddenly—
"Hnnnn…"
Unohana Retsu opened her eyes.
For a moment, they were unfocused—soft, innocent, gentle. Devoid of cruelty, killing intent, or ancient weight. She attempted to rise but collapsed to her knees, her body still adjusting to its first breath of existence.
The spirits encouraged her softly.
She lifted her gaze.
Her long black hair cascaded to her waist.
Her face was angelic—delicate, serene, warm.
Her dark blue eyes held purity, not the abyss of a thousand murders.
She was beautiful.
Not the terrifying monster of legend—
—but a reborn maiden with a new life.
She bowed gracefully from her seated position.
"Are you the one who summoned me?" she asked softly.
Her voice was gentle, melodic, almost sacred. "I am Unohana Retsu. I sincerely apologize for having no memories of my previous life. But even without them, I will fight as your sword and shield, young master. I may be far from perfect, but please… take good care of me."
Yun Che blinked, stunned.
This wasn't the Unohana who carved mountains of corpses.
This was a clean slate—a girl with the power of a monster and the heart of a newborn. She bowed like a newly wedded bride greeting her husband for the first time.
He knelt before her, meeting her at eye level. He gently lowered his head in return.
"Ah—yes. The honor is mine, Retsu."
His voice softened, almost instinctively.
"Let's get along from now on."
Her cheeks flushed with a soft pink glow as she averted her gaze shyly.
It was the first time in her life she had ever blushed.
"May I acquire the name of my young master?" Retsu asked softly. Her smile was gentle, innocent, untouched—so far removed from the ancient killer she once was.
Yun Che introduced himself with a warm expression.
"There's no need to call me 'young master.' Just call me Yuuki while you're here, and Yun Che in the real world."
"Young master… you have two names?" she blinked in curiosity.
Yun Che cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Let me reintroduce myself properly."
He placed a fist against his chest.
"My real name is Yukihira Yuuki. Yukihira is my family name. Yuukiis my given name. This here is Unohana Retsu—Unohana being her family name, Retsu her personal name."
Retsu bowed gracefully from her seated position, her dark blue eyes soft as she greeted Jasmine and every spirit one by one.
"You could just use your real name in the real world," Jasmine muttered, arms crossed.
Yuuki shook his head gently.
"Easy for you to say. I'm a man of honor. For all my shameless behavior, I respect the weight of a name. This body… belonged to Yun Che. And I promised to take this name to the peak of the universe. Throwing it away would be the same as killing him again."
His tone softened.
"So outwardly, I'll stay Yun Che. But in my inner world, with all of you—call me Yuuki. I'm used to both now."
Jasmine looked away, a strangely soft expression flickering through her beautiful eyes.
He was willing to share his real name… yet she couldn't share hers. That cursed name that tied her to her father. That name she feared Yuuki would hate.
If "Jasmine" was the name he called her, she would gladly keep it forever.
Retsu continued greeting each spirit politely.
Saru and Hebi welcomed her warmly.
Old man Zangetsu nodded with approval.
Shirayuki offered a respectful curtsy.
And then—
Hoyuu, of course, ruined the atmosphere.
"OI! NEW GIRL! YOUR CHEST IS SMALLER THAN THE OLD RETSU! AHAHAHAHAHA—"
Jasmine instantly bolted after him, murder radiating from her aura.
Hoyuu ran for his life, screaming as Jasmine threatened to turn him into spiritual sushi.
The rest of the spirits erupted in laughter or playful scolding.
Yuuki watched them with a smile.
This world… was starting to feel alive again.
Once the chaos settled, Yuuki exhaled and activated his scanning ability, sweeping over Unohana's new body for abnormalities. Everything appeared stable—no flaws, no hidden injuries, no spiritual corruption.
Satisfied, he summoned her status window in front of him, its glowing frame illuminating the cave walls like a quiet promise of the powerhouse she would one day become.
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Unohana Retsu
Age: 18
Level: 1 (Beginner Profound Realm – First Level)
Spirit Pressure: 10,000 / 10,000 (Great Spiritual Power)
Soul Combat Prowess: Beginner Profound Realm – First Stage
Soul Body Prowess: Beginner Profound Realm – First Level
Soul Powers: Shinigami
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Zanpakutō: Minazuki – Flesh-Drops' Gorge (Active)
Bankai: Minazuki – All Things End (Inactive)
Capabilities:
Kidō Master (Destruction, Binding, Barrier, Healing)
Master Swordswoman & Hand-to-Hand Combat Expert
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Movement Techniques:
Flash Step (Senka / Utsusemi / Speed Clones)
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Host should note:
Unohana Retsu's full capabilities will only awaken through training with the host. Although she retains all her former skills, she has no memory or practical experience aligned with this body. The host must reforge her instincts to unlock her true potential.
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"Damn… ten thousand Reiatsu points straight out of the system?" Yun Che whistled, eyes widening. "She's already got a better head start than I did."
A chime sounded in his mind—another system explanation.
The system displayed a message explaining that Yun Che's fusion with a human vessel allowed it to construct genuine physical bodies for Shinigami-type companions. Retsu's form wasn't a spiritual Gigai—she was born with a fully functioning body capable of holding her Shinigami powers without relying on reishi.
Her Reiryoku had been rewritten to coexist with profound energy, adapting to the rules of this world. That was why she possessed combat prowess matching the ATG cultivation system, and why she required physical training to reawaken her old instincts.
Yun Che let out a long breath.
"So that's why they come out as cultivators instead of spirits… The system used my fusion as a blueprint."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"It was easier for me when I had the two mode-switches—Shinigami and Quincy—split cleanly. I miss that, honestly."
His gaze drifted to Retsu again.
She sat with Jasmine and the spirits, her movements delicate and uncertain, like someone learning to inhabit her limbs for the first time. Her posture was elegant, her voice soft, her expression pure—far from the terrifying monster of Soul Society.
Yet beneath that innocence… Yun Che knew a sleeping storm rested.
An apex predator waiting to be awakened.
A Kenpachi waiting to remember what she once was.
He exhaled slowly.
"Well… at least Retsu has both modes now," he murmured. "But I'll need to train her soul and body from scratch before taking her into the real world. Otherwise, she's going to get steamrolled."
He flicked her status screen again.
Level: 1.
He stared at the number.
Paused.
Then sighed from the depths of his soul.
"This… is going to take a very long while."
He watched her from across the cave—Retsu talking shyly to Jasmine, bowing politely to Shirayuki, listening attentively to old man Zangetsu, and giggling softly when Saru and Hebi tried to teach her their own weird greetings. Hoyuu, of course, lurked nearby, dramatically pretending to be offended when she smiled at anyone other than him.
But she adapted quickly.
Too quickly.
Her aura was faint but steady.
Her posture already carried a hint of grace.
Her spiritual pressure, though sealed, hummed beneath her skin like a blade waiting to be unsheathed.
Yun Che smiled despite himself.
A new life.
A new Unohana.
A new Kenpachi waiting to be reborn or forgotten.
And he was the one who would forge her.
He closed the status window, straightened his back, and approached her.
The real training… would begin soon.