Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

Clack... Clack...

Though formed from the Bankai of her Zanpakuto, the mechanical structure resembling a launcher extending from Fon's body played a symphony of steel, resonating like an iron interlude.

Fon, who was experiencing the true liberation of her Bankai for the first time, had a slightly dazed look in her eyes as a series of memories surged forth.

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Over fifty years had passed, time slipping away like flowing water...

Fon could never forget the teachings instilled in her as a child by her family. Those teachings were what led her to abandon her name and take up the name 'Sui Feng'.

To offer unyielding loyalty to the Shihoin family was the core of her family's mission.

From the moment she could remember, she had joined the Onmitsukido, driven by the image of Yoruichi's noble and awe-inspiring silhouette, swearing to dedicate her life to chasing and protecting that figure.

This became the driving force behind her relentless progress in the Onmitsukido—everything was for Lady Yoruichi!

But then, Yoruichi's abrupt abandonment and disappearance...

To Fon, it was as if her entire world had collapsed. What once was admiration turned into an obsession. She threw herself into mission after mission within the Onmitsukido, almost as if trying to numb herself.

'Perhaps it would be enough to die in one of these missions as someone abandoned...'

With such a belief, she continued on—until she met Makoto once again.

His gentle voice, his sincere words, and the warm figure of his back...

Unlike the lofty and unreachable silhouette of Yoruichi, Makoto was like a radiant sun, gradually warming the numbness in her heart.

Unbeknownst to herself, Fon began to feel unworthy. She was like a timid bee wanting to chase after the sun but too afraid to approach it.

'Even though Makoto is just a Shinigami from the Rukongai, in only a year, he became a Vice-Captain. Gentle and inspiring, he has countless admirers in the Seireitei...'

'And me? A mere lower-class noble, abandoned by Shihoin Yoruichi. Plain-looking, unimpressive in figure, and ordinary in strength.'

Yet, this ordinary self was always cared for so tenderly by Makoto...

No matter how many times, unless Makoto was unwell and resting in the Fourth Division, he would always meet her at their training grounds. With infinite patience, he would guide her in her training, over and over again.

Makoto...

Makoto...

Makoto...

Even just silently chanting his name in her heart, Fon felt warmth flooding her soul!

But no matter what, Fon vowed never to be abandoned again by her cherished Makoto. She had to chase after that gentle sun and, someday… someday try to reach him.

For that, she needed power—the power to chase him, the power to touch the sun.

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One day, she had asked him almost casually, "Makoto, how do you think one can touch the sun?"

"By becoming the sun yourself, of course," Makoto replied offhandedly.

"The sun? What do you think it means to be the sun?" she pressed, biting her lip as if weighed down by her emotions.

Makoto, noticing her somber mood, though not entirely understanding the heart of a wowan, recalled an interesting tale. With a hint of nostalgia and yearning, he began to tell her.

That day, in a faraway land known as the Land of the Rising Sun, there were once two suns rising together, bringing warmth and peace to the world…

It was a story about how people no longer remained strangers but became familiar companions.

Though he hastened to add that it was merely a tale and that the "sun" in question was just a type of weapon, he even casually explained its underlying principles out of interest.

But Fon saw a glimmer of yearning and memory in his eyes.

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Finally, her memories froze on the soft, gentle smile that played at the corners of Makoto's lips.

'Makoto... I truly want to make you happy and fulfilled...'

'Even if I don't know if this is the kind of sun you envisioned...'

With a hint of anticipation in her gaze, Fon looked in Makoto's direction. The mechanical structures around her, resembling launchers, continued to extend.

Thus, even though she had already started her Bankai training, it had taken Fon nearly fifty years to perfect her Bankai.

"Bankai: Jakuhō Raikōben!"

As the final mechanical structures locked firmly into the ground, Fon appeared almost melded into the launcher, unable to move a single step.

Yet, standing at the very center of the launcher, she cradled a missile-like construct in her hands, its terrifying aura faintly emanating.

Her posture was a stark contrast to the Onmitsukido's emphasis on speed and subtlety.

This form seemed to root her entirely in place, akin to Makoto's Bankai: Shinjo Kabutsu, making her an immobile target.

The golden launcher appeared oddly out of place in the eyes of most of the Gotei 13 captains. Only Mayuri Kurotsuchi, whose expression was often indifferent, suddenly lit up with intrigue.

"What a bizarre Bankai…"

"The Shikai was so delicate; how could the Bankai transform into this?"

"Does this Bankai even have practical combat value? It seems like all its offensive capability is concentrated in that missile. If it's dodged, wouldn't she be in great danger?"

…

But unlike the others, Makoto felt a shiver run down his spine. He suddenly realized that in guiding Fon's training in Shunko for fifty years, he had completely overlooked the evolution of her Bankai.

When exactly had Fon completed her Bankai?

More importantly, compared to the relatively cumbersome Jakuhō Raikōben in his memory, the version before him was undeniably more twisted and extreme.

A true missile?

Or… a nuclear explosion?

Wait, don't aim that dangerous thing at me, Soi Fon!!!

Though Makoto had great confidence in his spiritual resilience, he certainly didn't want to risk being turned into "a familiar companion" by this.

Before he could stop her, Fon had already locked her Jakuhō Raikōben onto the chest of the giant Buddha pierced by Kamishini no Yari.

"Makoto, with this… perhaps I can finally reach you—in the form of the sun you spoke of."

Muttering softly, Fon willed the weapon into action.

Boom!

The enormous launcher trembled as golden flames erupted from the missile's rear. It traced a trajectory like the whip of a thunder god, hurtling straight towards the giant Buddha's chest.

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