Marrying Unohana Retsu from Bleach

"You're completely unguarded."

Just as the Quincy were nearing despair, a cold, serious voice echoed from behind them. Before they could react, a flash of movement and a short blade had already pierced the throats of several Quincy.

"Since the Quincy have abandoned the human world and trespassed into the Soul Society, a realm they do not belong in, they shall face not only despair but also unending torment." This was the philosophy of Kinroku Izuhara, Captain of the 3rd Division.

He moved with silent precision, his unnamed wakizashi flashing as he cut down one Quincy after another.

Unlike the others, Kinroku didn't simply move on after killing.

He lingered, observing the death throes of his victims. He watched as their lives ebbed away, their eyes widening in pain and terror, blood spurting from their pierced necks.

He calmly adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a flicker of something akin to detached curiosity in his eyes.

"How interesting," Kinroku murmured, a chillingly neutral expression on his lips.

His methods were undeniably cruel.

"Asshole! What do you think you're doing?!" Kinroku's actions drew the attention of the surrounding Quincy.

Several of them roared in fury, drawing their Quincy swords and surrounding him.

"Where do you think you're looking?" Before the Quincy could advance, a guttural roar erupted, accompanied by a wave of oppressive spiritual pressure. A massive shadow fell over the Quincy, silencing their fury.

Gudong…

The Quincy felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed the immense reiatsu emanating from behind them, like a monstrous bear looming over its prey.

"Crush them! Crush them all!" Without giving the Quincy a chance to react, Zenjōji Uhin, Captain of the 12th Division, swung his massive arms, his powerful hands slamming into the Quincy's heads.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Three Quincys instantly fell, their skulls crushed by the sheer force of the blows.

"It's Zenjōji," Kinroku noted, adjusting his glasses once more.

"I was heading towards Shōryūmon (East Gate), but Araki got there first," Zenjōji rumbled.

"A similar situation here. I was aiming for Hakudo (West Gate.), but Yamamoto got there first," Kinroku replied.

"What of the others?" Kinroku asked.

"They've gone to Kokuryūmon. We're the only ones here," Zenjōji answered.

"I see. Then it's time to clean up this mess," Kinroku said, twirling his wakizashi and vanishing in a Shunpo.

"Hahaha! Agreed!" Zenjōji roared, swinging his massive arms, continuing his brutal assault on the Quincy.

The battlefield at Sōryūmon became a macabre spectacle. 

Furōfushi Saitō, Chika Shihōin, Batsu'unsai Katori, Kinroku Izuhara, and Zenjōji Uhin—five of the first generation of Gotei 13 captains—each performed their own deadly "dance" amidst the carnage.

Their power was terrifying, not necessarily because their raw reiatsu surpassed later generations of captains but because of their ruthless efficiency. 

They attacked without hesitation, without unnecessary words; each strike aimed to kill. They did not accept surrender, only death. This was the way of the first generation, forged in blood and fire.

The battle was a one-sided massacre. Pleas for mercy, cries of terror, offers of surrender—all were met with relentless violence.

Soon, under the combined assault of the five captains, the battlefield at Sōryūmon fell silent. 

The area before the gate was a horrifying tableau of blood, flesh, and shattered stone, a gruesome testament to the captains' power.

"Heading towards the center." The captains, their Zanpakuto dripping with blood, ignored the carnage at their feet and began to move towards the location where Captain-Commander Yamamoto had called for a gathering.

At the same time, a message reached them. "Captain Obana Danjirō reports the battles at all four gates are concluded. We are to converge on Captain-Commander Yamamoto's location."

Kinroku adjusted his glasses. "Well then, we mustn't be late."

Saitō, grinding a Quincy corpse beneath her heel, pointed her Zanpakuto into the distance. 

Her target was not the remaining foot soldiers but the Quincy leaders. She was determined to make her mark on this war, refusing to be overshadowed by Yamamoto or Araki. 

Failure was not an option; Saitō was a first-generation Gotei 13 captain, and the captains of this era were not accustomed to defeat.

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Meanwhile, at Kokuryūmon...

"Alright, the message has been sent," Obana, Captain of the 5th Division, said.

Behind him stood the captains of the 7th, 9th, 13th, and 4th Divisions: Nobutsuna Shigyō, Entetsu Kumoi, Saizō Sakahone, and Chigiri Shijima.

The scene at Kokuryūmon was no less gruesome than at Sōryūmon.

"His Majesty will not forgive you!" a lone Quincy shrieked from atop the mountain of corpses. "I curse you! I curse you all to a terrible death! You are murderers! Fiends! Despicable devils! Die! Die! Die!"

The Quincy's limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, his chest ripped open, a strange device inserted within. He could only lie there, bleeding and cursing, awaiting his inevitable death.

"How annoying." Shijima Chigiri, Captain of the 4th Division, finally broke his silence, his patience exhausted. 

He Shunpoed to the top of the corpse pile and, with a swift motion, silenced the screaming Quincy.

"Captain Shijima, you've ruined my experiment," Saizō Sakahone, Captain of the 13th Division, said with a disappointed sigh.

"And what were you planning to do?" Shijima asked, his eyes ringing with dark circles from exhaustion, fixed on the sinister old man.

"Hehehe…" Sakahone's smile widened, a disturbing glint in his dark eyes.

An awkward silence hung between Sakahone and Shijima.

"Enough of this," Obana Danjirō interjected, breaking the tension. "Captain Commander Yamamoto is summoning us. If you two hadn't been dawdling, we would have been there already." He invoked Yamamoto's name, a surefire way to focus the other captains.

The mention of Yamamoto's name brought an immediate silence.

"Good," Obana sighed in relief.

And so, the captains of the Gotei 13, their relationship strained but their purpose unified, marched towards Yamamoto Genryūsai, leaving behind them mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

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