Marrying Unohana Retsu from Bleach

"Captain, there are Quincy here too!"

"Captain, we've also spotted Quincy here!"

"Captain, the enemy is too strong; requesting support!"

In the streets of the Seireitei, soldiers of the 10th Division were engaged in scattered skirmishes with the invading Quincy.

Ōtogawa Furuoki, Captain of the 10th Division, listened to the panicked cries of his men, a constant twitch developing in his eyelid. He felt a headache brewing.

The situation was exacerbated by the fact that many of the soldiers under his command were from other divisions.

The reason for this chaotic deployment was simple: the more enthusiastic captains of the Gotei 13 had prioritized personal glory over organized defense.

They had abandoned their assigned sectors, leaving their subordinates to fend for themselves while they rushed to the four gates, where the fighting was fiercest.

The unenviable task of coordinating the remaining, slower forces had fallen to Ōtogawa, considered by some to be the "slowest" of the captains.

"I also want to be at the gates, crushing skulls." Ōtogawa thought, sighing internally as he directed his troops. "But I wasn't even informed of the initial Quincy assault. How infuriating."

It wasn't that Ōtogawa's Shunpo was poor, but when Araki had relayed the initial warning, he had neglected to inform the 10th Division Captain.

By the time Ōtogawa received word through more conventional means, the other captains had already departed, leaving him with this disorganized mess.He suspected Araki's reasoning was something along the lines of, "Who made you so handsome? You're a bit of a threat to me! You deserve to clean up the mess."

"Gather under the 1st Division barracks!" The voice of Chōjirō Sasakibe, Lieutenant of the 1st Division, echoed through the Seireitei.

Ōtogawa recognized the amplified voice as a form of communication used by the 1st Division, a precursor to more refined Kidō communication techniques. It was a direct order from Yamamoto.

"Igarashi…" Ōtogawa called to his lieutenant.

"Captain!" Igarashi responded, immediately appearing at his captain's side.

"I'm leaving this to you," Ōtogawa said, using Shunpo to vanish.

"What? Leave it to me?!" Igarashi stammered, turning to find his captain gone.

He stared at the chaotic battlefield, a look of utter bewilderment on his face. How was a lieutenant supposed to manage such a disorganized mess? He suddenly understood the plight of many a beleaguered subordinate.

The war raged. Within an hour, the flames of battle had engulfed the entire Seireitei.

The Quincy invasion, led by Yhwach, was the greatest crisis the Soul Society had faced in a millennium.

The last comparable chaos had been caused by a massive incursion of Hollows from Hueco Mundo.

From above, the Seireitei was a scene of devastation, consumed by fire.

Countless injured Quincy and Shinigami soldiers lay scattered across the streets, their cries of pain echoing through the smoke-filled air. But the fighting continued unabated.

Injuries, however, could not be ignored. Even the bravest Shinigami could not fight indefinitely while wounded.

Unfortunately, the first generation of the Gotei 13 had not yet established dedicated medical divisions or advanced healing techniques; the captains and soldiers who possessed some medical knowledge were now engaged in combat, leaving the wounded to their own devices.

This lack of organized medical care threatened to cripple the Gotei 13 even if they emerged victorious.

Fortunately, Araki, Captain of the 11th Division, had anticipated this problem.

The 11th Division barracks, typically a hub of boisterous training and sparring, had been transformed into a makeshift infirmary. Rugged, battle-hardened men were now clumsily bandaging wounds and attempting to treat injuries.

They possessed little medical knowledge but were resourceful. If they encountered an infected wound, they cut it away. If the bleeding wouldn't stop, they cauterized it with fire.

According to Araki's instructions, as long as the injured party was alive, missing limbs were a secondary concern. She would personally address those issues after the fighting subsided.

As a result, many of the wounded within the 11th Division barracks were now missing limbs, bandaged haphazardly.

Logically speaking, the soldiers should have cursed and demanded their missing limbs back, but in fact, it was not the case. Instead, everyone was in great order, waiting to be cut and treated.

This was because the presence of someone with a smile on her face was sitting on a chair, silently watching these disabled people lying on the beds.

It was none other than Unohana Retsu.

Adding to the sense of order was Sugi, the soldier Araki had rescued. "Guys! I swear on the name of my family! At that time, my legs were shot off by two arrows from that damn Quincy! But it doesn't matter; Captain Araki took care of it for me! So don't be afraid of being crippled and afraid of not being able to wield a sword in the future. As long as you can survive, Captain Araki can fix the crippled parts for you."

With the noble Sugi swearing in the name of his family, the soldiers felt more at ease.

On the other side...

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! It's confirmed! This is definitely the medical facility used by the Shinigami."

"Look, so many wounded have been carried in."

"I'll ask you one last time. Are you sure there is no Captain-level Shinigami in this hospital?"

"Of course not! How could we not see the strange appearance of a 'Captain' level Shinigami?"

"Excellent."

"Then destroy this place."

"No," the leader corrected. "Let's massacre them here. Let them experience the pain we Quincys have endured."

Following their leader's order, the Quincy moved swiftly, infiltrating the 11th Division barracks like pale specters.

"Who are you?!" The 11th Division soldiers, caught off guard, barely had time to reach for their Zanpakuto. They were not overly concerned, however, with Unohana present.

"You ask who we are? How foolish!" The leading Quincy sneered, entering the barracks, his eyes sweeping over the wounded Shinigami.

Contempt filled his gaze. "Such primitive medical techniques." He was a member of the Sternritter, and he couldn't help but scoff at the scene before him.

"Ah, so you are the enemy?" Unohana said, finally speaking. She had been patiently waiting, and now she picked up her zanpakuto, Minazuki, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

"Hehe!" The Sternritter paused, noticing Unohana's haori for the first time. He then took in her delicate features, her elegant figure, and her pale skin. He immediately dismissed her as a threat. 

He had seen other captains—imposing figures radiating immense power. This woman was different. She looked easy to deal with.

"Yes, I am your enemy!" he declared confidently. "Now that I've found you, you are all going to die."

Swish!

Before he could finish his boast, the Sternritter felt a sudden chill on his neck. Then, a sensation of floating, spinning... He saw a headless body spraying blood...

"That's strange. That body looks familiar."

'Wait, isn't that my body?!'

The severed head hit the ground with a dull thud.

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