Chapter 48: Starrk's Dilemma: A Reluctant Warrior's Fight
However, despite her mastery of Zanjutsu, her potent Bankai, and her immense desire to win and kill her opponent, Unohana still found herself constantly driven back. Her blood attacks struggled to reach Starrk amidst the barrage of Ceros and the prowl of spectral wolves.
Starrk's spectral wolves prowled ominously and circled her like doomed prey, but they still did nothing to dampen her spirits. Instead, it stoked the fire within her. The thrill of the chase, the intoxicating scent of impending doom, it all served to awaken the dormant beast within her.
She laughed, a sound that echoed through the battlefield, eerie and unsettling. Her sword hand trembled, not from fear or exhaustion, but from sheer anticipation.
Her extensive protective blood sphere, although effective initially, gradually thinned under the constant onslaught from all sides and in all kinds of ways showcasing her overwhelming advantage in battle experienced compared to her opponent's.
Nevertheless, despite her Bankai's powerful healing abilities and her own potent healing Kido, Unohana felt her energy reserves depleting. She felt like she would eventually really lose this battle today.
She was in a war of attrition she couldn't win. Her enemy's finesse and various uses of his powers really overwhelm her. The rational side of her brain already just hoped that she managed to hold him for long enough until the rest of the Soul Society hopefully win their own battles.
This was the second time in her life she experienced a loss. But, despite the grave danger she and the entire Soul Society were in, she still reveled in the feeling of her blood boiling, her heart pounding against her rib cage. Her outward expression was still confident as ever.
The world seemed to narrow down to this one moment, this one fight. This was the essence of being a Kenpachi, she mused. A dance with death, a fight where one's life hung in balance. This exhilarating sensation of living on the edge, this was what she lived for.
Every swing of her sword, every splatter of her crimson Bankai, every pulse of her slowly diminishing reiatsu, was tinged with a feral joy. She was Kenpachi Unohana, the First Kenpachi, the feared and revered warrior whose very name was a synonym for death.
And she would fight, with every last drop of her life force if need be. She wouldn't have it any other way. Her laughter, insane and terrifying, continued to echo across the vast battlefield.
Meanwhile, Starrk himself quietly stared at Unohana, the bloody, monstrous maw of a grin that stretched across her face unnerving him, 'Is she... still enjoying this?', He thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The energy around her was waning, her strength slowly dwindling by the minute, yet there she was—standing strong, her eyes glowing with a feral, untamed delight. It was a sight to behold, and it disturbed him more than he cared to admit.
'She should know that she is facing a certain defeat, yet she's fighting with the ferocity of a lioness protecting her cubs. How... monstrous... no, admirable?',
He was puzzled, his calm demeanor wavering ever so slightly as he observed the bloodthirsty Kenpachi Unohana. It seemed like she was driven not by a desire to win, but by a thirst for battle itself,
'Her experience... It's the only thing keeping her alive right now...', Starrk mused, observing her movements, her strategies, the way she manipulated her Bankai's blood to heal her wounds.
He sighed, lazily twirling one of his pistols. 'Why is it like this?', He thought, 'I'm the Primera Espada, yet here I am, reluctant to use my full strength...', He glanced at the battle raging above, a war of titanic proportions that threatened to destroy their universe, 'If I finish her quickly, I'd have to join that... nightmare....', It was a reality he didn't want to face.
The sound of Unohana's laughter filled the air, her bloodthirsty eyes meeting his own. He grimaced slightly, 'But if it really comes down to it, I'll then have to use my Cero Metralleta... Or, even worse, multiple Gran Ray Ceros...', It was a sobering thought, one he didn't relish.
There was an odd hope that flickered within Starrk's chest. Unusual, considering the nature of their engagement.
It was a hope that he would not have to kill the Captain of the Fourth Division, a hope that this duel could somehow end without further bloodshed. He also wanted their battle to end in this way, waiting for the outcome of other fights around them.
Starrk, the Primera Espada, the one known for his immense power, his lethargy, his indifference... was hoping for a peaceful resolution.
'If I kill her, what comes next?', Starrk pondered, his eyes glazing over momentarily as the inevitable images played out in his mind: himself, standing amidst the chaos and destruction of the Soul Society, hundreds, thousands of lower-ranking Shinigami falling before him, their lives extinguished in the blink of an eye.
It was a thought that made him sick to his stomach. Despite his power, his place as an Espada, and his inherent nature as an Arrancar, Starrk held no joy for fighting, no pleasure in the slaughter. He was a peaceful soul trapped in a war-torn world.
Therefore, Starrk couldn't quell the subconscious hope that fluttered within him. The hope that he wouldn't have to unleash his full might, that he wouldn't have to end Unohana's life, that he wouldn't have to enter the fray that would result in the death of so many.
That's why he really hoped for her not to hold any more aces up her sleeve or it could end up really bad for the entire Soul Society if he kills her now and then has to start attacking other weaker Shinigami there as well.
It would be really the best for everyone involved if the situation between him and Unohana stayed as it was now.
And just then, for a fleeting moment, Starrk allowed his gaze to drift away from the savage duel he was engaged in, his eyes trained towards the edges of the realm.
There, in the remote distance, a cataclysmic clash was unfolding, a skirmish of such monumental proportions that it threatened to rend the universe itself asunder.
A confrontation between titans, the rippling echoes of their spiritual power cascading across space and time, were discernible even at their current location, despite the vast expanse that separated them.
His first true friends, Aizen and Esteban, were at the heart of that maelstrom, having just now unleashed the full brunt of their overwhelming powers against their own opponents.
The raw, unbridled force that emanated from their ongoing battle was palpable, the sheer magnitude of their combat turning the very fabric of reality into a fragile, trembling thing.
Starrk felt a chill crawl down his spine as he absorbed the spectacle. His friends were embroiled in a battle so cataclysmic that it could bring about the destruction of the very universe they inhabited.
This was not merely a war between powers, but a struggle for existence, one that could tear apart the cosmos if left unchecked. The implications of such an event were horrifying, a dread-laden testament to the immense strength of those involved.
And yet, despite the looming threat, despite the dire situation, Starrk found himself longing for a semblance of peace in the chaos. His heart yearned for a path that did not end in further devastation and bloodshed.
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