Marrying Unohana Retsu from Bleach

"Araki, well done. It seems you haven't wasted these years. As expected of someone I've always had high hopes for—my prized di—"

"Cough, cough..."

"In any case, since you have defeated Unohana, from today onward, you are the new Kenpachi of the Soul Society."

"Additionally, the position of Captain of the Eleventh Division is now officially yours."

After Unohana fell into Araki's arms, defeated by his radiant blade, the ever-watchful Yamamoto, who had been silently sitting on a rock observing the fight, finally spoke.

For once, he praised Araki, a rare occurrence indeed. After clearing his throat, he used his authority as the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 to officially declare the captaincy transfer between Araki and Unohana in the simplest of ceremonies.

"Got it, Old Man Yamamoto."

"Remember, in your old age, keep wolfberries soaked in your thermos for health."

Araki nodded slightly in acknowledgment of his master's words. After casually leaving Yamamoto with this remark, he carried Unohana in his arms and used Shunpo to disappear.

For a moment, Araki couldn't help but feel that Yamamoto, his master, seemed even more excited about Unohana's defeat than he was.

"Ungrateful brat, I won't forget your advice."

Watching Araki's retreating figure, Yamamoto's lips twitched into a brief smile. But as he realized something, his expression turned stern, and he shouted after Araki, "You insolent fool, who are you calling 'Old Man'? Address me as Master!"

"Got it, Old Man."

As soon as Yamamoto finished yelling, Araki's reiatsu-carried voice reached his ears.

"Insolent kid."

Yamamoto scowled, his eyebrows furrowing tightly as he muttered under his breath.

"Hah..."

After grumbling to himself for a while, Yamamoto glanced around to confirm no one was nearby. Letting out a deep sigh, he muttered:

"He actually won."

Indeed, Yamamoto's true emotions were far from his outward calm. As he lowered his gaze to his sweaty palms, the result of his tension during the fight, he shook his head in exasperation. 

Throughout Araki and Unohana's duel, there were countless moments when Yamamoto felt on edge, gripping his staff tightly. When it seemed like Araki was at a disadvantage, he even had the urge to intervene and face Unohana himself. But he knew he couldn't.

"Heh."

"That boy, Araki, has finally lived up to his potential."

With Araki's victory, the tension and worry Yamamoto had harbored for years finally dissolved. For the first time in a long while, a smile graced his usually stern face.

"This... this is one wish I can finally put to rest."

For as long as he could remember, Yamamoto had always treated Araki like a son. Years ago, when Araki rejected his invitation to join the Gotei 13 and instead went to sell ramen in the slums of Rukongai, Yamamoto had indeed been furious. 

But it wasn't because of the rejection itself—everyone has their own path to follow, and Yamamoto never demanded Araki fulfill his own ambitions.

He was simply angry at Araki for squandering his talent—for wasting his exceptional abilities and resigning himself to obscurity in the filthy streets of Rukongai. 

However, with Araki's triumph over Unohana, even Araki's past in Rukongai seemed, in Yamamoto's eyes, to have been a deliberate period of honing his potential.

At this moment, all the years of frustration Yamamoto had bottled up over Araki's decisions evaporated with the victory.

"Yamamoto-san! Araki won! He actually won!"

As Yamamoto stood amidst the ruins of the battlefield, reflecting on his relationship with Araki and the boy's stellar performance today, an excited voice broke through his thoughts.

"Oh, it's Chōjirō. You're here."

Turning around, Yamamoto looked at the gray-haired man behind him—Sasakibe Chōjirō. Seeing the excitement brimming on Chōjirō's face, Yamamoto's smile quickly disappeared, and his stern expression returned.

"Yamamoto-san, Araki actually defeated Captain Unohana! I always knew he hadn't been slacking off all these years. He's still your most outstanding disciple! At last, you can rest assured."

Chōjirō, usually composed, was uncharacteristically talkative, his admiration for Yamamoto evident.

"Hmph. That brat only won a fight he was supposed to win. No need to make such a fuss. Enough talk of this matter. Follow me back to the First Division barracks immediately."

Yamamoto's face remained stern as he let out a cold huff, his imposing demeanor silencing Chōjirō.

"Yes, Yamamoto-san."

Though Chōjirō obediently lowered his head, he knew full well that Yamamoto was in an exceptionally good mood today.

—

Meanwhile…

Eleventh Division Barracks.

"As you've all seen, whether you like it or not, from today forward, I am the new Kenpachi. I am also your new captain."

"I don't know what rules Captain Unohana laid down during her time here, but from today onward, you will all follow my rules. And I only have three."

Araki, with his zanpakutō at his waist and an unconscious Unohana slung over his shoulder, stood before the injured Eleventh Division members, who were still wrapped in bandages from their earlier defeats. 

He began his introduction without a shred of formality.

"Rule one: follow my commands and obey my orders."

"Rule two: follow my commands and obey my orders."

"Rule three: once again, follow my commands and obey my orders."

"Now, without my permission, none of you are allowed to disturb me in the captain's quarters. Train on your own until you collapse from exhaustion."

Without waiting for a response, Araki strode off, still carrying Unohana, and disappeared into the captain's quarters.

"Whew."

The moment he entered the quarters, Araki gently set Unohana down and let out a long sigh.

Today had been a lot. Even with his unparalleled physical prowess, he felt a rare sense of fatigue.

Massaging his aching temples, Araki gave little thought to whether his words had left an impression on the Eleventh Division members. His mind was preoccupied with one thing.

"System, open."

Sitting in the captain's chair, Araki silently activated the system in his mind to review his spoils.

Meanwhile, in the Eleventh Division barracks...

The division members were in an uproar.

Araki had left a lasting impression, to say the least. Who else had ever taken up the mantle of captain while carrying the unconscious former captain on their shoulder?

If there had ever been such a precedent in the past, none could recall it. And surely, no one would dare to attempt it in the future.

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