Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

Among all the captains present, only Unohana understood this matter more clearly than anyone else.

Fifty uninterrupted years of sparring with the Soul Society's original Kenpachi had ingrained certain instincts deeply into Makoto's very being.

Swordsmanship… was now an instinct.

Because of this, Makoto understood why Unohana rarely drew her sword, and why, when she finally did, her killing intent and instincts would erupt uncontrollably.

Even now, Makoto dared not easily unsheathe his blade or adopt a combat stance.

Thus, as he watched Fon and Gin locked in a heated exchange, he found himself in a rather difficult position.

In just a fleeting moment of engagement, both Fon and Gin had gleaned the information they needed from their initial probes. Without hesitation, they released their Zanpakuto.

"Sting all enemies to death, Suzumebachi!"

"Shoot to kill, Shinso!"

A flash of white light narrowly brushed past Fon's ear, and in the next instant, her figure flickered behind Gin.

The sting-like pain of her Suzumebachi struck Gin's nerves for a split second before he twisted his body, thrusting his Shinso, which had already retracted into his sleeve, backward towards Fon.

What seemed like a vulnerability in Gin's defense, seized in the briefest of moments by Fon, now appeared to be a trap laid by a venomous snake.

"For Makoto's promotion, I must ask you to step aside!"

Gin's perpetually narrow eyes opened slightly, revealing unwavering resolve and sharpness.

In that instant, Fon's Suzumebachi had not yet withdrawn, and her body was still committed to her attack.

The records within the Onmitsukidō held extensive information about the Gotei 13, including details about Gin's Zanpakuto. However, what Fon hadn't anticipated was the terrifying speed of Shinso's retraction and extension. She had timed her attack to coincide with the moment Shinso extended, yet in just a blink, the blade had already retracted and struck again with precision.

This wasn't merely about Shinso's ability—it was Gin's precision, like a venomous snake striking with its fangs, that amplified Shinso's lethality.

At that moment, Shinso's terrifying speed threatened to pierce Fon, who was directly behind Gin.

"Onmitsu Hohō, Shihō no San: Utsusemi!"

(Stealth Step Method, Third of the Shihō: Cast-Off Cicada Shell)

Thud!

The sound of fabric being pierced was clear.

However, Gin's gaze first shifted to the blossoming wasp-like pattern spreading on his back, before glancing at Fon, who had already retreated a hundred meters away, unscathed.

Her Onmitsukidō uniform had been discarded like a cicada shedding its shell, revealing her bare back and shoulders clad in combat attire.

Killing intent began to rise between the two.

Fon, in particular, displayed a look of dissatisfaction on her still-youthful face. She spoke, her voice laced with frustration.

"Being forced to use that hateful woman's technique… How infuriating, Gin Ichimaru."

"Oh? Hateful woman?" Gin's enigmatic expression remained unchanged. "You're not talking about the infamous Shihouin Yoruichi, who abandoned the Soul Society, are you?"

Fon's response was unexpectedly calm as she replied, "Are you trying to provoke me with such clumsy words? Too naïve."

"I simply detest her. Abandoning her honor, forsaking countless subordinates who sacrificed their lives for her, and betraying the Onmitsukidō's creed—she is nothing more than a disgrace to the Onmitsukidō and the Second Division."

Gin squinted his eyes, his tone carrying a mocking undertone of admiration. "I see. So you've completely cast aside your former admiration for her?"

Gin's repeated probing at her psychological scars deepened the look of contempt on Fon's face.

"You're truly an unlikable person…"

"My Bankai isn't suited for head-on combat, nor is it ideal for use in the presence of the First Division. So, let me show you a different kind of power!"

With that, Fon raised her head slightly, casting a glance at Makoto, who looked both worried and conflicted.

"Don't worry, Makoto-kun, I won't lose…"

"This strength I wield is the result of your guidance, forged from the bond between us. Today… will mark the day we rise to captaincy together!"

In the next moment, under Makoto's exasperated gaze, a surge of dense, white Kidō energy exploded from Fon's back and shoulders, shrouding her in a brilliant glow.

"Shunko!"

For a moment, not only did Gin's eyes open slightly in surprise, but even the captains observing from the sidelines displayed looks of astonishment.

"What is this?!"

Evidently, the Shunko perfected by Yoruichi had never been publicly demonstrated. This first public display of Shunko left the captains in awe.

"What kind of technique is this?"

"A special form of Kidō? No, it seems to be a combination of Kidō and something else!"

"This isn't a Zanpakuto ability—it's a self-developed combat technique? Genius! Soi Fon is undoubtedly a genius!"

For a moment, the captains showered Fon with praise, amazed at Shunko's sheer destructive power, which seemed comparable to many Bankai-level abilities.

Only Makoto's expression remained unchanged. How well did he know Fon? Every fiber of her being was familiar to him.

Over the past fifty years, though Makoto had bled countless times in the hot springs, he hadn't neglected to occasionally fill in the gaps in Fon's Hakuda training. Along the way, he had guided her in refining the Shunko technique based on notes left by Yoruichi.

Of course, when explaining Shunko to Fon, Makoto's tone had been casual: "I have this idea…"

Thankfully, Fon's trust in him was unwavering, and she followed his guidance to refine Shunko.

With Makoto's profound understanding of spiritual bodies, Fon's mastery of Shunko was accelerated, saving her decades of effort.

As a result, she had fully mastered Shunko almost fifty years ahead of schedule.

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