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*Unohana's POV*

"Nooo!"

Screams and pleas... I've heard so many screams and pleas that they could bore the bloodiest killer to death.

I know I'm abnormal, even though being born in a dangerous place is largely to blame. However, I wasn't normal from the beginning as my natural instincts awakened at an early age.

I sought blood, I found blood, I sought battles, and I found battles. In the process, I became stronger... too strong, and inevitably reached a point where my opponents were scarce.

I don't even love killing people... I like to fight and risk my life; killing is just the icing on the cake; the process is the important thing... but inevitably, when you fight to the death, someone has to die, and that someone has always been others, not me.

At first, I just wanted to find an opponent who would make my heart race as if it could be ripped out at any moment. I wanted to experience helplessness, resignation, and weakness—where even I would be just another crazy woman. However, that encounter never came.

In the end, I gave up and simply spent my days in the Seireitei, training new generations, hoping that someone would be that person.

"Unohana-san, I will definitely be that opponent!"

More than once, men have told me those same words. Heh, it almost seemed like a proposal. However, upon thinking about it, maybe it is. My heart won't move for things like gifts, sweet words, kindness, or dedication...

Only someone capable of fulfilling my wish would be able to make my heartbeat. However, the suitors never lacked.

From other captains and lieutenants, nobles, promising commoners, those who desired the title of Kenpachi, even those I trained myself, all proposed themselves to be my destined enemy. It should have sounded absurd to others, but I felt a certain romanticism in it.

I truly must be out of my mind. But at my age, it's fine to lose one or two screws.

So, I waited for that person. However, each suitor was cut to pieces by me. I'm sorry. Even those with great Reiatsu, capable of facing me, failed to make me feel what I was seeking. After all, a power that I could achieve in my own training over a decade isn't worthy of being my destined enemy...

If I'm honest, I thought I was being too demanding...

Shigekuni is strong, but he's strict. He would never accept a death match with me since it would leave the Seireitei without two of its strongest pillars out of commission, and honestly, he's not my type.

That day everything changed... From the depths of my heart... something was stirred... I ran frantically, feeling like it could be my last chance to die fighting, and there he was.

End of POV

...

Isane walked down the hallways of Unohana Yachiru's residence. People who do not cook Unohana well would not imagine that she had medical knowledge and that it was she who cured Isane, Rangiku, Ikkaku, and Yumichika.

She had studied medicine and Kaido (healing Kido), but she did so with a twisted intent. Many times, Unohana used her Kaido to heal her opponents mid-battle, so she could enjoy the fight more.

It was madness!

Isane smiled bitterly and reached the courtyard. It was a traditional Japanese courtyard with a small lake in which Koi fish swam.

'Captain Unohana...'

There, she saw the figure of the beautiful woman with an idyllic Japanese appearance, embodying classic beauty with long jet-black hair cascading like a waterfall and calm, clear eyes.

Isane stood there stunned for a moment. Her mistress, her teacher, and her captain, who had always been a cold woman exuding a dangerous aura, now seemed like a moon fairy on a clear night... full of mystery and beauty.

"Isane, are you feeling better?"

Unohana smiled in her direction and this caused Isane to respond awkwardly.

"Y-yes!, the injuries were incapacitating but not fatal!... But of course, you already know that, since you treated me, Captain Unohana"

Unohana covered her mouth with her delicate hand and looked at Isane with a faint smile. "Isane~ you're not exaggerating. Besides, when I arrived, someone had already done the first aid. Even without that, you wouldn't have died, but, incredibly, someone helped her companions even when she was injured."

Isane blushed after being praised so much and lowered her head, burying it in her chest, a trick really impossible for most girls.

Unohana laughed and looked up at the night sky. She was in a good mood; she felt like she was in a dream.

'He's there... that person who will kill me is close...'

Unohana's maidenly heart was pounding. Perhaps most people wouldn't understand, but for her, the line between love and a mortal opponent was very thin.

"I'm waiting for you..."

Unohana's eyes softened as her heart filled with warmth and bloodlust alike.

She was ready to kill/love Allen, as long as he proved to be up to the task.

...

Allen observed the woman in front of him while, behind him, one of the women he brought smiled. The other frowned. As for Chad and Orihime, they were confused about everything that was going on, so they kept silent for now.

The wind and distant sounds from the ongoing battles didn't distract Allen from his goal. Behind Unohana was the tower where Rukia was imprisoned.

"Unohana Yachiru, I'm afraid it's still too soon to fulfill that promise, but I can give you a fight if you wish."

Everyone was surprised that Allen didn't hide his identity for even a second, for at this moment, he was Allen, a human with Shinigami powers, not the powerful Quincy who fought Unohana back then.

Unohana was also surprised. Her goal was to face Allen, but seeing him so honest made her hold back her movements and hostility.

Unohana lowered her head, then raised it again while unsheathing her katana. Allen did the same.

Allen didn't say he wouldn't fight. He didn't say he couldn't; he simply told Unohana he couldn't satisfactorily face her—in other words, without using the worst of Auswählen to increase his own strength.

Unohana sharpened her gaze and lunged forward. Allen did the same, and they both prepared to fight. This battle also took everyone's breath away, for they knew that when Unohana Yachiru fought, it was to the death. She would die... This fact brought a sense of sorrow to most. In the original story, the death of the waifu maternal wasn't something anyone enjoyed.

Everyone understood her motivations... everyone understood her personality. They all knew that Unohana Retsu was destined to be killed by the sword of her special person and that it was her wish, but they couldn't help feeling disgusted by such a lamentable fate.

For a moment, time seemed to slow, and their gazes met at a short distance. However, at that moment, Unohana did the unthinkable—she dropped her sword, and Allen, stunned by the change in events, did the same to avoid killing her.

Unohana extended her arms and hugged Allen, burying his face in her soft chest.

Allen found himself in a warm embrace that honestly felt good, but he was also confused about the reason behind this happening.

Allen was about to speak when he felt two drops of liquid fall on his cheek.

"...!"

"I'm conflicted... every time I see you, my heart beats faster. Can you hear it? I want to kill you, and I want to hug you. I want to be close, but I feel like I won't be able to resist the urge to attack you... I don't know how to handle my feelings right now..."

"..."

"It's been so long... so long that I thought I would never find you..."

Allen remained silent.

This was all because of Urahara, who in this world had prevented the encounter between Unohana Yachiru and Zaraki...

Allen felt irritated and wrapped his hands around Unohana's waist. Despite being over a thousand years old, she still seemed smaller than him.

This time, Allen hugged Unohana, letting her listen to his heartbeat with her face in his chest.

"I am here..."

"Hm..." Unohana allowed herself, after a thousand years, a moment of weakness.

Allen felt strange. He knew that originally it was Zaraki who was supposed to find Unohana, not him. Even if his destiny was to die by Zaraki's sword and not have a romance, Allen couldn't help but feel jealous. Perhaps the man was dead long ago, and there was no reason to be jealous, but he couldn't stop himself.

Allen wasn't a good person, not entirely. Everyone knew this because he rejected being a saint when he could have been.

I will save their world...

I will defeat the villain...

I will fix time and reality...

But this woman is mine!

Allen lifted Unohana's tear-streaked face and, without hesitation, kissed her.

"Hm!...Hmm..."

It wasn't a gentle kiss—it was a possessive, passionate one that left the woman completely unable to react. She might have been a thousand-year-old monster, but her body trembled, heating up as though she were about to collapse from a fever.

Unohana had no idea how to respond. How could she? She was born in a time so ancient that even the concept of kissing hadn't been invented yet. She was deeply traditional, and the thought of something like a kiss outside of marriage never would have crossed her mind.

And so, Allen found himself with a traditional, millennia-old, timid woman who didn't know how to respond. Yet, there was no resistance—only a quiet, submissive longing.

Allen grabbed her soft waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her. After a moment, Unohana clung to him, and Allen, wasting no time, slid his tongue into her delicate mouth.

The woman's breathing quickened as she lost her breath, her body growing weak. Allen, on the other hand, still had a faint frown on his face as he thought about trivial matters. It didn't matter if Aizen had reset the world a thousand times, and in each of those resets, Unohana Retsu had been Zaraki's. In this world—the only one that truly mattered—she was his, and he wouldn't let anyone change that.

---

Aizen: "I could never tell if that trait of yours is a flaw or a virtue..."

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Allen pulled back, giving Unohana a moment to breathe, though he didn't let go of her. His gaze fell on the zanpakutō buried in the ground nearby. He'd wanted to summon Clown Crown but had ended up summoning this sword instead. However, he felt no regret—he finally understood that he wasn't being influenced by the sword. On the contrary, it allowed him to reveal what he had been suppressing until now.

Allen wasn't kind to his enemies, but he avoided being overly cruel, knowing so many people were watching him. He also refrained from improper behavior, maintaining the public image of a responsible figure. This, of course, included suppressing his feelings for the women who clearly attracted him.

But he was already one of the worst womanizers imaginable. Instead of being a hypocrite and hiding it, why not simply show it and let people judge him for who he really was?

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"Yachiru... Retsu?"

Allen called to the woman in his arms.

"Huh?"

The woman looked up.

"I'm reasonable in many situations, but this time, the arrest of Rukia makes no sense. She saved me. She helped me. And now she's locked up? I'm going to get her out of there, and no one's going to stop me."

Unohana, still flustered and embarrassed by their situation, couldn't reply. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a light smack on her rear. She jumped and stared at Allen, shocked.

"You're not going to stop me, are you?"

Allen's dominant gaze, leaving no room for denial, caught Unohana off guard. She simply nodded obediently, and Allen kissed her on the cheek.

"I'll respect your wishes. And if you truly want to die in the future, I'll fight you to the death. But I'll bring you back afterward; otherwise, you wouldn't be able to fulfill my desire."

Unohana's eyes filled with emotion, and her already beautiful face became even more captivating with each of Allen's words.

"And what is your desire?" she asked, already silently vowing to fulfill it, no matter how dangerous it might be.

"It's nothing complicated. I want a thousand-year-old wife and at least two children with her."

Unohana felt her chest burn as she wondered how a man could be so shameless. He had practically said, Be my wife and bear my children.

Unohana wasn't a modern woman, so she couldn't take such words as a joke. She frowned, lost in thought for a moment.

Allen misinterpreted her hesitation as doubt and began preparing to take her to a separate dimension where time could be altered to prove to her just how serious he was.

Unohana looked up at him with a worried expression. "Husband... won't your parents think poorly of a bride this old?"

The Chat erupted in chaos as everyone's common sense seemed to shatter. Allen blinked, momentarily unsure of how to respond. His real parents had passed away long ago.

"My mother once told me she'd never reject any daughter-in-law… so you don't need to worry. She hasn't done so yet."

....

McDragon – This guy just casually admitted he has other women!!

Gwen – I'm glad the bastard is being upfront about it, but… I'm worried about how that yandere will react.

...

Unohana looked deeply into Allen's eyes before letting out a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad to hear that~"

She accepted his words without much thought. Yet, something wasn't quite right. It wasn't that she didn't care, but the roles had been decided in an instant. Unohana didn't take a husband; she was taken as a wife. That subtle difference made all the difference in how their dynamic would play out.

There were men with harems who couldn't truly be considered harem leaders because their women made all the decisions. Sometimes, these men seemed trapped in situations they didn't desire. But this wasn't the case with Allen. He knowingly embraced the concept of a harem, fully understanding the responsibilities it entailed.

...

Orihime and Chad were still in shock after learning Allen had powers. Initially, they thought it was some kind of joke, but it turned out to be true, and with his help, their own powers awakened.

Allen hadn't brought them along to fight but to observe this new world. If they chose to immerse themselves in it, that would be their decision. If not, Allen would remove their powers and, if they wished, erase their memories of everything.

Chad felt as though he didn't know his friend as well as he thought. He was seeing parts of Allen he'd never seen before. Yet, his sense of loyalty remained strong, and he didn't consider abandoning him, especially not during a rescue mission.

Orihime was confused. Timcampy and Harley floated near her, protecting her at all times, along with the pendant Allen had given her.

"Allen-kun…"

Orihime didn't know how to feel at this moment. Her relationship with Allen had always been one of friendship. Even if she treated him affectionately, they were still just friends. She had no right to complain about his relationships with other women. Still, her young heart felt a pang of pain in her chest.

"Hehe~ Don't worry, Hime-chan. You'll understand someday," Harley said, stroking Orihime's head in her doll-like form.

"Thank you, Harley-san."

"Don't mention it! Anything for my little sister~"

Chad watched Orihime casually converse with a floating doll and felt strange. He had a strong mind, but that didn't mean everything wasn't surreal to him. He had gone from fighting delinquents to seeing a green troll punch a giant across the battlefield.

...

Allen still held Unohana by the waist as he stared at the tower, wondering when Urahara would show up and what he had planned for him.

"Husband…" Unohana had been savoring a feeling she had never experienced in her entire life, but she knew Allen had important matters to attend to.

"Don't worry… I may be busy, but I'll always have time for my wife if she needs me~"

"You say the sweetest things❤️~" Unohana smiled with a slight frown, but deep down, she felt happy.

There was a shared sentiment among the girls in the Chat. This feeling had surfaced sometimes in the past, and they could all sense it, a momentous change was on the horizon.

Allen was still young, and perhaps he had taken too long to act on certain things.

Husband…

The younger girls felt a strange emotion stir within them as they heard Unohana refer to Allen that way, and he showed no signs of rejection.

Children…

Allen had always been hesitant when the topic of children came up, but as more mature women entered his life, it was becoming inevitable—time waits for no one, and they couldn't wait forever.

It was likely that his relationship with Unohana would soon be formalized. Formalizing their relationship might sound old-fashioned, but it was something many of the women had been hoping for—Gwen and MJ among them, as they had the longest-standing relationships with him.

But even more shocking than Unohana being claimed as his wife was the looming possibility of something even more significant.

Soon, one of the women would be pregnant. That thought rippled through the women connected to Allen.

Children…

Diana had been extraordinarily patient. Despite knowing Allen for three hundred years, she had understood that, unlike her, he needed time to mature—he had jumped through time too often to develop at a normal pace.

Allen was the type of man who formed relationships with mature women who desired children as much, if not more, than marriage itself.

However, not all the news was positive—there was one common concern among everyone.

Would Allen have children? And if he did, what kind of monstrous beings would those children be? Would they bring about the end of the world? Of all worlds?

---

Allen, for his part, ignored all of this as he turned to look in another direction. A liquid suspension tank was beginning to crack.

This world had been corrupted by Urahara and Aizen…

This act would have consequences.

In an instant, the sky darkened as a creature emerged from that tank; its Reiatsu was so great that Yamamoto Genryusai opened his eyes; that creature was a monster, a Hollow Vasto Lorde that should not exist.

The hollow disappeared... in an instant, it moved through eighty districts and reached the tower, specifically Allen, as if Allen were a beacon light in the middle of a storm.

Unohana, wanting to protect her husband, wanted to stop the monster, but Allen hugged her tighter and wouldn't let her.

"Lenalee..."

The dark scarlet sword appeared in Allen's hand and stopped the monster that appeared with its claw pointing at Allen.

The shock of power caused a shockwave throughout the Seireitei, Allen smiled with interest and then raised an eyebrow at the sight of his guest.

"Good morning... Oh isn't this the Vasto Lorde skin of Kurosaki Ichigo?"

Allen didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't need to... thinking about everything, and trying to understand everything is just exhausting.

"AAAHHHHHHHH!"

Ichigo Vasto Lorde, or his Hollow(White), opened his mouth, creating a sphere of red energy, which is the Hollows' exclusive technique, "The Zero."

Allen smiled disdainfully, disappeared his sword, and grabbed Ichigo's face, interrupting and eliminating Zero before it launched.

"You know what Ichigo... I'm strong..."

In the next second, Reiatsu, bigger than this Vast Lorde, came out of Allen's hand and knocked him back from whence he came even faster than he came.

Allen smirked, "And I'm tired of pretending I'm not..."

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A/N: I realized when I saw the number of chapters that we have already passed the four hundred mark, and I felt it was time to go one step further.

[This chapter was practically Unohana's and I have no regrets, 🍷🗿]