Bleach: Watch Closely, This Is How You Use a Zanpakutō novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 - 270: Acting

Late at night, Masatsuki Aozaki brought a group of injured squad members to the 4th Division.

Watching the battered 11th Division members, Retsu Unohana couldn't help but smile.

This division truly hadn't changed in a thousand years.

They were willing to entrust their lives to one another in the face of an enemy—yet at the same time, they were just as likely to end up battered and bruised because of their own comrades.

"It's been many years. Though it may be a little late for reminiscing, you really do seem different from before."

As she spoke, Unohana activated her healing Kido, directing it toward Kenpachi Zaraki, who was lying on a hospital bed.

"Huh? Who the hell are you?"

Kenpachi Zaraki looked at her in complete confusion.

Unohana's eye twitched. A dark, ominous aura seemed to radiate from her body for a moment.

Before meeting Masatsuki Aozaki, the man known as Kenpachi Zaraki had been her most cherished opponent.

And yet...

She had never once forgotten him.

Even though he had grown from the wild child he once was into the man before her, she recognized him at a glance.

She had assumed—no, she had been certain—that he, too, had held onto that memory. _{f .r e\ewebnov(e)(l).c om}

That he would remember their battle.

That he would remember her as his sworn rival, anticipating the day they would cross blades again in another exhilarating fight to the death.

But he didn't remember her at all?

The fool... was me?

Was my swordsmanship—something I took such pride in—not even worthy of leaving a single mark on his memory!?

"Calm down, Retsu."

Masatsuki Aozaki stepped behind her with a smile.

Gently taking her hand, he patted the back of it, as if soothing a wounded animal.

"This guy has amnesia. He barely remembers anything from back then."

"...Amnesia? Seriously?"

Unohana's expression slowly returned to its usual calm, though suspicion still flickered in her eyes.

"Of course. Even if I wanted to lie to you, do you really think this big oaf could?"

Masatsuki's tone was laced with amusement, as if exasperated by Kenpachi's sheer simplicity.

As if to prove Masatsuki's words, Kenpachi spoke up right on cue.

"You know me?"

"We've met before," Unohana said softly. "Back in Rukongai, when you were just a child."

Her fingers brushed against her chest—where a once-gruesome scar had long since faded away.

She exhaled, almost nostalgically.

"That battle remains a treasured memory."

"A fight? You and me?"

Kenpachi's expression shifted slightly. He looked genuinely taken aback.

He had no memory of anything like that.

After spending nearly two and a half months with the 11th Division, he had learned that the 4th Division was responsible for medical care and logistics.

He never would have guessed that this delicate-looking woman had once fought him.

And yet, the faint bloodlust that had momentarily surfaced in her presence made it clear—this wasn't a lie.

Just from that alone, he could tell.

This woman... was the same as him.

Now, the only question was—how strong was she?

Could she make him feel the same thrill in battle that Masatsuki did?

"But you didn't die, and I didn't die either. Does that mean it was a draw?" Kenpachi Zaraki asked, puzzled.

"No, not at all. I lost that fight," Retsu Unohana admitted without hesitation.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Hearing her response, Kenpachi immediately lost interest in her.

Right now, the only opponent he truly desired to defeat was the terrifying man standing beside Unohana—Masatsuki Aozaki.

Unohana narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice turning cold.

"I may have lost that time, but if we were to fight again today, the outcome would be far from certain."

Kenpachi didn't reply. He didn't know much about her, so instead, he turned to his own Captain for confirmation.

"She's right," Masatsuki Aozaki said with a shrug.

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