Isane quickly trotted after them. It wasn't that she was curious about who was inside the blankets.
Okay.
She was extremely curious.
There were five blankets in total.
Could it be that each one had a girl inside?
The numbers actually lined up—after Unohana opened that crimson space, captains kept getting kicked out one after another.
By the end, only a few were left.
Before long, Isane reached her own bedroom door. Of course, right now, it was still considered Unohana's room.
After all, even after Unohana stepped down as captain, she'd kept everything here exactly the same.
So Isane crept up to the window, pressed close, and peeked inside.
Then—
Her face turned red.
Because under each white blanket was a girl—and they were all familiar: Unohana, Rukia, Yoruichi, Soi fong, and even a manifested zanpakuto…
"Mm…" Isane covered her mouth, flustered, and fled from the window.
Even though she'd lived for centuries, this was the first time she'd ever seen a scene like that. It left her completely speechless.
Cole yawned, flopped back onto the bed, hugged the soft, warm Unohana, and fell asleep again.
Night always passed too quickly.
The next morning—
Cole wasn't even fully awake when his nose started itching. He rubbed it several times before finally opening his eyes, still half-asleep.
"So itchy… what's going on…"
A stunning, smiling face filled his vision.
It was Unohana. She lay beside him, twirling a strand of hair so it brushed back and forth against his nose.
Only then did Cole understand why it itched. He said helplessly, "Hana-nee, you really like messing around first thing in the morning. Weren't you the one begging me last night, saying you couldn't take it anymore?"
Even Unohana blushed a little at that. She drew her hair back and smiled. "Did you forget I'm the captain of the 4th Division? That level of fatigue can be fixed with Kaido (Healing Way)."
Cole complained, "Hana-nee, that's cheating. Letting your body recover naturally is what's normal."
He stretched, fully waking up, then smiled. "But after last night's slaughter, Hana-nee, you won't go looking for another fight anytime soon, right?"
Unohana smiled and nodded. Then she lay across Cole's chest, tracing circles lightly with her finger as she murmured, "Yeah… I really can't live without you anymore. You're the man I waited a thousand years for. I really, really like you."
To have swordsmanship at that level—and to be willing to indulge her twisted cravings—
She felt that if she left Cole, then even if she waited a few thousand more years, she still wouldn't find a man who made her heart move like this.
Cole's heart itched from her teasing. He buried his face in her hair and said with a grin, "Then how about some morning training?"
Unohana covered her mouth and laughed. "I don't mind. But… did you forget the others?"
Cole froze for a second.
Only then did he remember that last night's "main cast" wasn't just Unohana.
He looked around the bed, completely confused. "Where'd they go?"
He'd clearly carried back five big white cocoon bundles. How was it that only Unohana was left now?
Unohana's lips curved, but before she could explain, Cole heard a teeth-gritted voice from the bathroom.
"Why are you looking for us, you jerk, Cole? Just wait until we're done washing up—we're going to kill you!"
Cole blinked a few times, then looked at Unohana.
Unohana smiled. "They're cleaning off the marks from last night. After all, that 'slaughter' really was intense."
"And I don't need to fight them for the bathroom…"
As she spoke, Unohana casually lifted her zanpakuto, and her living-type zanpakuto manifested.
A huge green, single-eyed manta ray filled the room with its massive body.
Its single eye stared at Cole with deep grievance, letting out long, drawn-out sounds.
Only then did Cole realize why Unohana hadn't gone to the bathroom—she'd washed inside Minazuki (Meat-Drop Gorge).
But wasn't that mouth full of slime!?
Could a mouth really secrete two completely different kinds of fluid?
Thinking that, Cole patted Minazuki apologetically.
"Sorry, Minazuki. I forgot about you. Do you want a physical form too—like Sode no Shirayuki?"
Minazuki nodded frantically, then bumped her head against Cole's.
Unohana smiled sweetly. "She says you're a bad boy for forgetting her, and you need to be punished."
Cole laughed, deciding that the next time he went to the Royal Palace, he'd have Nimaiya help out.
Just then, the girls came out of the bathroom.
They were wrapped in towels, drying their hair, showing off large patches of enticing skin.
Worth mentioning—
None of them had any underarm hair or anything like that.
Their skin was smooth and soft all over, irresistibly alluring.
Seeing such a feast for the eyes, Cole swallowed.
"Rukia, Sode no Shirayuki, Soi fong, Yoruichi… your figures are seriously good. Any one of you could be a supermodel."
Hearing that, the girls couldn't help feeling a little pleased.
Their figures might not compare to Rangiku's outrageous curves, but in the Seireitei, they were still top-tier.
But pleased as they were, they hadn't forgotten how this brat had bullied them last night.
After drying their hair, Rukia and Soi fong immediately drew their zanpakuto and slashed at Cole viciously.
"You bastard, Cole! You actually dared to bully me like that last night—and you bullied so many people!"
"Yeah! Yoruichi-sama is mine…!"
Cole knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare fight back. He simply turtled up, burying his head under the blanket.
At the same time, he activated Blut Vene (Static Blood Armor), coating himself in compressed reishi.
Double-layer defense.
Once he finished preparing, Cole let the two of them hack away. With their strength, they couldn't hurt him anyway.
Sure enough—
They chopped for ages, sparks flying, but they couldn't leave even a single scratch on him.
Instead, their zanpakuto got noticeably dulled.
Cole grew smug and said, "Rukia, Soi fong, why are you two so angry anyway? Last night, weren't you pretty proactive too?"
Rukia and Soi fong flushed red, then swung their blades again, clanging wildly.
But the result was still the same—he wasn't hurt at all.
They were about to explode with rage.
This hateful little brat was as thick-skinned as a mountain.
Yoruichi laughed. "Alright, you two, stop chopping already. Cole and I are leaving."
Unohana and the others froze, then turned irritated looks toward Cole.
Rukia said fiercely, "Brat, explain it. Where exactly did you go during this time?"
Before, when Cole left with Yoruichi, she wouldn't have worried much.
But now it was different.
After last night, she could already tell—Yoruichi was absolutely her love rival.
If Cole died someday, Yoruichi might even fight her for "ownership" of him.
So she absolutely couldn't let those two be alone for too long. What if Cole got lured away?
Unohana also looped her arm around Cole's and smiled. "Cole-kun, where are you and Yoruichi going? Can you tell me? I want to go out and play with you two too…"
As she spoke, Unohana deliberately sighed, putting on a sad tone.
"After all, I can't live without you anymore. If you're gone too long and I accidentally cut Captain Shunsui to death, what would I do?"
Cole's forehead filled with dark lines.
For no reason at all, he suddenly felt pity for Shunsui.
No idea why me leaving means he gets chopped, but…
May you rest in peace for two minutes.
Coming back to himself, Cole said helplessly, "What are you thinking? Yoruichi and I are going out to handle real business. This is about the survival of the whole world."
Rukia and Unohana were both curious.
What could these two possibly be doing that involved saving the world?
But Cole and Yoruichi clearly didn't feel like explaining, so they looked toward Soi fong.
Soi fong: "…"
She was still furious, but thinking of the Invisible Empire, she still gave them a serious explanation.
When Unohana heard about the Invisible Empire, Yhwach, and the Sternritter, her expression turned interested.
"The Quincy from a thousand years ago… they're still alive even now?"
Cole was surprised. "Hana-nee, from the way you're talking, does that mean you've seen the Quincy who invaded Soul Society a thousand years ago?"
Unohana was about to speak, but Yoruichi pouted. "You idiot. Captain Unohana and Captain-Commander Yamamoto are about the same age. Of course she went through the blood war a thousand years ago."
Cole grabbed Yoruichi's head and rubbed her hair hard, gritting his teeth. "I know. I was just asking. You don't have to call me an idiot for everything."
Yoruichi was about to smack his hand away, but she suddenly felt a dangerous gaze and shivered.
Unohana smiled sweetly at Yoruichi. "Yoruichi-san, don't talk nonsense. I'm not as old as the Captain-Commander. You can tell that just by looking at me, can't you?"
Yoruichi swallowed and nodded quickly. "Right… maybe I remembered wrong."
Only then was Unohana satisfied.
Obviously, she was more than a hundred years younger than that old man Yamamoto.
Yoruichi, meanwhile, muttered to herself,
Captain Unohana… is terrifying.
Just now, for an instant, it felt like she was being stared down by a bloodthirsty beast.
Compared to Unohana's calm, Rukia was visibly tense.
"Captain Unohana… what did you think of those Quincy from a thousand years ago? Were they strong? Is the Seireitei going to be in danger?"
Unohana thought for a moment and said lazily, "Not unbelievably strong, but they were all crazy. They fought with mutual-destruction methods the moment they showed up. Their killing intent was heavy."
Cole raised an eyebrow and said a name. "Sanrei Shutō (Sanrei Glove)?"
Unohana looked at Cole in surprise, then nodded. "That's right. Those Quincy who invaded Soul Society—once they met a powerful enemy, they would use the Sanrei Shutō (Sanrei Glove)."
"During that time, reishi, as their servant, would make their power explode by dozens of times."
"But it's also a mutual-destruction method. If they can't kill the Soul Reaper in front of them, then they'll lose the ability to fight."
(End of Chapter)
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