Marrying Unohana Retsu from Bleach

The pungent smell of blood filled the corridor of the 11th Division's barracks.

"Blood?!"

"Whose blood is this? The leader... is he dead?"

As the Sternritter's severed head hit the ground with a sickening thud, the remaining Quincy trembled. They had only seen a flash of silver light, and their leader, a member of the Sternritter, was dead.

"How... how is this possible? He was one of the Sternritter! One of our best!"

"How could he die like this?!"

The Quincy struggled to comprehend how such a powerful warrior could be dispatched so easily, in such a swift and almost comical manner. 

The dead Sternritter's face still held a wide, confident smile, frozen in the moment before his demise. He had died believing he had struck a significant blow against the Shinigami.

"What… what happened?"

"Why is it a Sternritter who's dead, not a Shinigami?"

The swiftness of the attack had left the Quincy in a state of shock. They had no time to prepare, and the worst had already occurred.

"Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock..."

The rhythmic dripping of blood jolted them back to reality. They realized that Unohana Yachiru, who had been sitting calmly with a kind smile, had risen from her chair. 

She stood a short distance away, her zanpakuto, Minazuki, in hand. The dripping sound came from the blade, now stained a viscous, fresh red.

"Not good!"

The Quincy paled. They hastily drew their bows, aiming at Unohana. Seeing the blood dripping from her blade, they finally understood: their leader hadn't fallen to some unseen force; he had been cut down by this woman. The silver flash they had witnessed was the reflection of her blade, moving at an impossible speed.

Puff…

The moment the Quincy nocked their arrows, more blood filled the air. This time, it was their own. The hands holding the bows were severed, flying through the air along with their weapons.

"Aah! My hand!"

Terrified screams echoed through the barracks. They hadn't even seen her attack. Their wrists, along with their bows and arrows, had been cleanly severed. The bloody scene sent jolts of pain through their nerves.

"This is a hospital. Please keep quiet," Unohana said calmly.

Another flash of silver, and the Quincy's heads followed their hands, tumbling to the floor. 

As their heads fell, they could still faintly hear Unohana's voice, as if their severed senses were still processing the world around them for a fleeting moment.

Thump…

After dispatching the remaining Quincy, Unohana shook the blood from Minazuki, sheathed it, and turned to the 11th Division soldiers and the wounded from other divisions. The grim expression on her face vanished, replaced by the practiced, "kind" smile she often displayed.

"There. That takes care of the noisy pests," she said, her smile unwavering. "Don't you agree?"

"Uh…"

"Y-yes, you're right!"

The soldiers dared not disagree. They had witnessed Unohana's swift and merciless killing. They knew the true nature beneath her gentle façade. 

She was a "living devil," as some whispered. Faced with her decisive action, they could only nod in agreement.

"Then you should clean this up," Unohana said, returning to her seat.

She sat with perfect posture, a picture of serene beauty. However, the carnage surrounding her created a disturbing contrast. The image evoked thoughts of a Rakshasa painting—a beautiful demon amidst a scene of carnage.

"Uh…"

The 11th Division soldiers exchanged uneasy glances before beginning the cleanup. Fighting was their forte, but cleaning up after a massacre was a close second. 

They were, after all, accustomed to assisting Unohana, having spent decades cleaning the 11th Division barracks.

"Work, work!" They retrieved mops, rags, buckets, and disinfectant, preparing to sanitize the blood-soaked room.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Unohana's expression changed. A sharp tension entered her posture. She rose from her chair, her hand gripping Minazuki's hilt.

"Enemy attack?!" The 11th Division soldiers tensed. Unohana had remained calm even during the Quincy incursion, but now she was clearly on high alert. 

Their relaxed nerves were instantly replaced by apprehension. They drew their Zanpakuto, maximizing their senses.

"The Captain-Commander is summoning us."

"Forgive me, everyone. I must leave this to you," Unohana said, vanishing in a Shunpo before anyone could respond.

"Huh?!"

"Not an enemy attack?"

"So it was Captain Commander Yamamoto summoning Captain Unohana?"

The 11th Division soldiers breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Seeing Unohana depart, the highest-ranking officer present, the Third Seat of the 11th Division, took command. "Ishikawa, Tanaka, Tsuchida..." he barked. "Patrol the perimeter. Ensure no more enemies infiltrate the barracks. Understood?!" He quickly assessed the situation and issued orders.

With Unohana present, patrols had been unnecessary; her presence alone was the greatest defense. But now they had to rely on their own vigilance.

"Understood!" The designated soldiers prepared their weapons and moved outside.

"I hope all goes well," the Third Seat thought, watching them depart. "For us, for Captain Unohana, for Captain Araki, for the Captain-Commander... there have already been too many injured... too many lost in this war."

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