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Chapter 29 Yamamoto's Invitation
"This is merely my speculation; we cannot definitively say that Muzan was behind it," Yoriichi said in a deep voice.
"I've been tracking him for centuries, and I don't really think he would just expose himself like this, so there might be some conspiracy or scheme involved."
"Originally, I wasn't interested in these troublesome things involving fighting and killing..." Kirinji Tenjiro put the straw back in his mouth, but his eyes gleamed with a look of inquiry.
"But your words have successfully piqued my curiosity. Just wait."
As a doctor, he was also very curious about this novel creature!
Therefore, before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot!
What a great speed!
Kirinji Tenjiro is a famous doctor, but he is not only skilled in medicine. In fact, his reputation in Soul Society is not much lower than that of Unohana Yachiru.
He is called "Thunderous Tenjiro," which means he is incredibly fast, like lightning.
His mastery of Shunpo was even higher than that of the Shihouin family.
The Shunpo consists of three stages: standing, kicking, and Shunpo itself. Tenjiro's kicking in the second stage is exceptional, with incredible speed.
With his medical skills and speed, Kirinji Tenjiro is practically invincible.
If you can't beat someone who can heal themselves and run away, who can fight them?
"We'll wait here for a moment."
Unohana seemed to be used to Kirinji's style. She turned around and walked smoothly towards a side room inside the clinic.
He then said to Yoriichi Tsugikuni, "I believe in Kirinji; he has deep connections within the aristocratic circles."
The greater one's power, the more afraid one becomes of death, and therefore the more important it is to maintain a good relationship with doctors.
Therefore, almost all the nobles, regardless of which side they sided with, had a good relationship with Kirinji Tenjiro.
Yuan nodded and thanked Unohana again: "Thank you. I will do my best to help you if you ever need my assistance in the future."
Before Unohana could respond, both of them paused at the same time, their gazes turning in unison towards the entrance of the clinic.
A strange and powerful spiritual pressure is now coming from the direction they came from.
"Why is he here?"
Unohana frowned, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.
She quickly whispered to Yoriichi, "Hide yourself first, don't let him see you."
Yoriichi asked, puzzled, "What? Is the other person your enemy?"
"Not exactly, but he's not exactly a good person either. It's best not to let him find out about you."
Unohana said in a deep voice, "Things will get a little complicated once he notices your presence."
"Okay...I understand."
Seeing that Unohana looked serious, Yoriichi didn't ask any more questions.
He moved silently and retreated to the depths of a side room behind a screen painted with landscape patterns, completely concealing his presence.
Almost the instant he disappeared, the wooden door of the courtyard was pushed open with a light touch.
A figure stepped in.
He was a robust and muscular middle-aged man with a thick, imposing mustache and a resolute face, as if carved by a knife and axe.
He wore a simple but solid dark-colored shiha outfit, with a light-colored haori over it, and a rather ancient and heavy-looking zanpakuto at his waist.
Simply by standing there, a heavy, mountain-like aura of malevolence, accumulated from countless bloody battles, permeated the air, causing the originally fragrant herbal scent in the clinic to momentarily freeze.
Upon seeing this person, the murderous aura that Unohana had been trying her best to suppress seemed to leak out uncontrollably.
Her body tensed slightly, and her right hand moved almost imperceptibly toward the hilt of her sword at her waist, ready to draw it at any moment.
"The renowned founder of 'Genryu,' Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni..." Unohana's voice carried a hint of coldness, for she knew the other party's power.
Although we haven't had much contact in the past, I've heard of this name before!
When this man suddenly appeared here, Unohana instinctively assumed that he was coming for her.
Therefore, she continued:
"Someone like you actually deigns to grace this humble clinic with your presence. What, are you here seeking medical treatment?"
Yamamoto Genryusai's gaze fell on Unohana with a tangible intensity, steady yet extremely imposing.
He spoke in a deep, resonant voice: "I came here specifically for you."
Yamamoto has been busy with the case of the missing Shinigami these days, so he hasn't gone to the Rebellion Ward, since it's too far from the Soul Society.
But today, when he heard from his subordinates that Unohana had returned to the Soul Society, he immediately came looking for her.
He and Kirinji had been friends for many years, so he didn't hold back and went straight to their door, wanting to persuade Unohana to join the Gotei 13 that he was about to establish.
"Do you want to fight?" Unohana said coldly, and the temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop several degrees suddenly.
"No, that's not it." Yamamoto shook his head. "I hope you can join me in ending this chaotic era."
silence.
The wind rustled through the needles of the old pine trees in the courtyard, making a soft, whispering sound, like countless thin knives rubbing against each other.
Unohana stood there, her long black hair swaying slightly in the wind.
She remained silent for a long time, so long that Yamamoto almost thought she was going to answer with silence.
Then she shook her head, the movement very light, yet with a resolute air, as if severing something:
"Forget it, I'm not interested."
Yamamoto seemed to have anticipated this, and did not show any disappointment. Instead, he took half a step forward, his spiritual pressure hidden but exuding a sense of weight that made people's hearts tremble.
"How about we settle this with a battle?"
He knew Unohana's temperament well; if he could defeat her fair and square in battle, things would be much easier to discuss afterwards.
However, Unohana's reaction once again surprised him.
She shook her head again, her red lips parted slightly, and the words she uttered made even the seasoned Yamamoto Genryusai doubt his own ears, just like those of Kirinji Tenjiro before.
"It's not that I'm not interested in joining you," she said softly, her voice as light as a feather.
"But now, I have given up the fight."
She paused, as if weighing the weight of her words:
"So, I'm of no use to you either."
All they need is an assassin, but Unohana has already decided to retire from the life of an assassin, so what's the point of her joining them?
Yamamoto was a little unsure, so he said, "As far as I know, you killed thirty-six members of the Harada family who fled to East Rukongai just a week ago."
"You know that happened seven days ago."
Unohana said calmly, "Times have changed. I have now given up the sword, which is why I came to Kirinji Temple."