"Nice place." I said as I looked around the office Unohana had brought me to. "Though I'm not sure how professional it will look for you to bring a dashing young man like me here with only yourself as company."
"I am the captain of the fourth division. What I declare to be professional is professional." Unohana said with her usual smile, though there was something more… intense to it. "Though that's not what I wish to discuss with you."
"I thought not." I said with a nod as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on the wall. "So what would you like to talk about? My dashing good looks? The way I made a joke out of four of your colleagues? Or the way I saved the day when the traitor you people missed almost got away with his objective?"
"How about our war against your people a thousand years ago?"
"…a little less interesting but I guess it could be fun." I said with a raised eyebrow. "Especially with a source that was directly involved in the conflict willing to share their own view."
"You really do know who I am then?" She asked with a tilt of her head. "Thats rather surprising."
"Yet you don't actually seem to care much." I said with a frown. "No worries about how I might try to expose your 'evil' deeds and past?"
"Not really." She shook her head. "I never made an effort to hide who I used to be, changing my name was something I did for myself rather than an attempt to conceal things."
"Yet almost no one knows of your past."
"Many did. But very few survived these last thousand years." She said with a shrug, her expression unchanging. "Shame too, I think that Furoufushi and Chika would have found my change to be quite amusing." For a moment it looked like she was lost in her memories before her gaze snapped back to me with a cold look. "Yet that's not why we're here."
"Yes, the war." I nodded. "Though I'm not sure what you want to talk about. What I know is technically all secondhand since they were records, compared to you who actually fought in the war."
"I merely cut down people in that war, there was very little in terms of knowledge acquisition." Unohana said with a shake of her head. "I cared little for such things back then, washing my blade with blood of enemies was far more interesting."
"Yet now that I have someone with certain amount of knowledge, I find myself curious."
"About what?"
"About why?" She said as she walked up to me. "Common soldiers of Quincies were weak, one swing of my blade and dozens of them fell before the eyes of their comrades. Yet they threw themselves at me with no hesitation, I saw some Quincies who were bisected cleanly in two use their last breaths in order to try to grab our legs in order to create distractions. A fight they could not win and they threw themselves at it while singing praises to their leader."
"I want to know about him. Not as some upstart who dared to go against the balance but as the way your people saw him. Who was Yhwach?"
I merely stared at her for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts after the unexpected question.
My thoughts on Unohana were… complicated.
Sure, she was one of the hottest women I ever met with only Yoruichi rivaling her. And she had been a very interesting character before my whole… reincarnation bullshit. But as a real person, that was a far different beast.
She might be a healer now but that did not change the fact that she once had been the most brutal and bloodthirsty killer in the history of Soul Society. A mad beast that had been controlled only by Yamamoto Shigekuni's monstrous strength.
And she did not become a healer and stop her bloodthirsty ways because she had suddenly realized the innate worth of life or because she had regretted all the blood she had spilled.
No.
She had put down her sword because how her so called 'weakness' had led to Zaraki suppressing his strength to a pale shadow of what he used to be and she had found herself disgusted by that.
Under that pretty and gentle smile, the butcher who cared for nothing but battle slept but was ready to come out at any time.
Yet the way she was looking at me, the way she was actually asking questions instead of simply following orders and moving on?
I decided to take a chance.
"No one actually knows where Yhwach came from." I began to talk. "The earliest records simply talk about a little baby who could neither see or hear, a child that was completely paralyzed. A complete cripple yet life prospered around him. A man with terminal illness would be cured by coming near the child, a woman who was barren would find herself able to give birth, a child who had lost sight in one eye would regain that sight. The child could do nothing for himself yet he brought miracles to those around him."
"But one day, the child began to hear things. Later on, he began to see things. And finally, he began to move. And as he moved, people followed. They followed the child who bore miracles and then they followed him as the man who offered them something far greater than the life they had." I took a breath before looking at Unohana in the eyes. "That's who Yhwach was to Quincies. The mightiest of them all who could make miracles and offered them greatness. The Gotei became a thing because Yamamoto Shigekuni desired to bring order to a Soul Society that had none and people like you gathered around him because he could force you with his strength."
"The people gathered around Yhwach because he was divine will incarnated in flesh for them."
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