Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Unohana Retsu

The massive, meticulously braided black ponytail on her chest rested against her neck, which was as delicate as white porcelain, extending all the way down to her chest.

The woman’s face was extremely gentle, with curved brows and eyes; her deep blue-black pupils were profound and calm, and a Yamato Nadeshiko-like soft smile hung at the corners of her mouth.

Her entire being seemed to radiate an aura called ”mercy.”

Like the warmest breeze in spring, she could soothe all the irritability and hostility in the World.

”Nice to meet you.”

The woman’s voice was so soft it felt like it could drip water: ”I am Unohana Retsu. Please take care of me.”

That’s right, Sumire’s sixth Incarnation was none other than Unohana Retsu from ”Bleach,” one of the Big Three Shonen manga.

She looks very gentle (

Captain of the Fourth Division, Gotei 13 of the Soul Society.

A top-tier healer who appeared as gentle as water...

Looking at the smiling older sister before her, the sense of security in Sumire’s heart was practically overflowing.

Who could see her and resist calling her ’Mom’ (

Her Kaido healing abilities were arguably the best in the Soul Society.

Now Sumire no longer had to worry about herself or any of her Incarnations getting injured.

Even with missing limbs, as long as there was a single breath left, it was no big deal in front of Sister Unohana.

She could easily achieve the literal meaning of raising the dead and regrowing flesh on bone.

She was a very powerful healer, but she was more than just a healer.

Could a woman rated A-rank by the ”Villainess Simulation Game” be some pushover?

Few people probably fit the title of ’Villainess’ better than her... but more on that later.

It was worth mentioning that Sumire had her reasons for letting Sister Unohana take over the Fisk Group instead of Makima, rather than it being a whim.

The Gotei 13, where Sister Unohana belonged, was essentially a violent group of killers recruited and whitewashed by Old Man Yamamoto.

They were far more ferocious than ordinary underworld gangs.

When it came to managing a group of thugs who only knew how to kill, and how to make a criminal organization ’go legit’... it was a perfect match for her expertise!

Making her the spokesperson for the Fisk Group was simply perfect.

However, Fisk didn’t know any of this.

Looking at the woman before him who was so gentle she made one want to call her ’Mom,’ he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—

Makima’s friends were truly top-tier beauties, and each had a completely different style.

But... Fisk’s brow furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Could she really handle it?

This was the underworld!

She would have to go head-to-head with those cold-blooded thugs of the Magia Gang.

Although he had previously witnessed Makima’s thunderous methods, which made Fisk never dare to underestimate women, the Ms. Unohana Retsu before him... looked far too’soft.’

That gentle appearance and those smiling eyes always gave off a sense of feminine soft-heartedness.

Sending her to negotiate with a gang of foul-mouthed thugs holding submachine guns?

Fisk was worried this lady would be scared to tears by those bastards... ”Miss Su...”

Fisk hesitated for a moment but still spoke up: ”This Ms. Unohana... she certainly has a lot of class and is very kind.”

”But those people from the Magia Gang are a pack of mad dogs with no bottom line.”

”They don’t listen to reason; they only recognize fists and bullets.”

Fisk glanced at Unohana Retsu, who maintained a polite smile, and lowered his voice to Sumire.

”Isn’t it a bit... too cruel to let such... such a gentle lady handle this kind of bloody dirty work?”

...?

Hearing this, there was a two-second silence in the room.

Cruel?

Looking at Fisk’s sincere expression of ’I’m doing this for her own good,’ the corners of Sumire’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

Even though she knew Fisk was looking out for them, Sumire still almost lost it.

”Don’t worry, Fisk.”

Sumire patted Fisk’s broad shoulder and gave him a meaningful look:

”Trust me, instead of worrying about her...”

”You should worry more about those unlucky bastards in the Magia Gang.”

...Late that night, at an industrial park in Queens, New York.

The cold wind howled, and fine snowflakes fell like willow catkins.

On the roof of an old, not-too-tall apartment building, several figures stood in the cold wind, overlooking the brightly lit processing plant below.

Unohana Retsu stood at the very front.

She wore her black Shihakusho, appearing to merge with the shadows in the pitch-black night.

Wesley adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, standing nervously behind her, while Fisk stood by Unohana Retsu’s side, clutching a cane with palms full of sweat.

Below, several black sedans silently turned off their headlights and glided to a stop at the factory’s back door.

Those were Fisk’s carefully selected loyal henchmen; holding submachine guns equipped with silencers, they stealthily picked the side door lock and were infiltrating the Magia Gang’s territory.

Watching his men disappear into the darkness, Fisk was somewhat hesitant.

Looking at the gentle back of the woman whose hands were folded over her lower abdomen as if she were admiring the snow, he spoke haltingly:

”Ms. Unohana... is it really okay to just let them go in like that?”

However, Unohana Retsu acted as if she hadn’t heard him at all.

She simply tilted her head slightly, her gaze following the snow filling the sky.

A rare look of inquiry appeared on that gentle face.

A crystal snowflake drifted down, and she reached out her jade-white palm to gently catch it.

The moment the snowflake touched her palm, it was melted by her natural body temperature, turning into a warm drop of water.

”Oh my, this really is...”

Her gentle eyes, which were always squinted, opened slightly.

”To have body temperature, to have a physical form... In this World, I have actually obtained a ’living’ shell without needing a Gigai?”

Not only that.

She pressed her hand gently against her chest.

”Thump, thump.”

The heavy and powerful beating, the vibration of blood rushing through her veins, was far more real than the mimicry constructed of Reishi in the Soul Society.

”That is quite good news.”

Unohana Retsu flicked her fingertip, wiping away the drop of melted snow.

This long-lost sense of weight actually gave her a strange sense of pleasure.

Seeing Unohana Retsu still lamenting the weather, Fisk was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Just then.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Rat-tat-tat!!

Intense gunfire suddenly erupted in the factory below, with muzzle flashes flickering in the windows.

Fisk’s expression changed, and he finally couldn’t help but step forward and say:

”Ms. Unohana! This is too risky! The Magia Gang has strength in numbers, but that’s not the point...”

”The point is their leader, Joseph!”

Fisk’s voice carried a hint of wariness: ”That guy is a very difficult opponent. His skull was replaced with some kind of alloy, making it incredibly hard, and his body has undergone modifications, making him virtually invulnerable! Ordinary bullets are like tickles to him!”

”If our people get cornered by him...”

The consequences... would be unimaginable!

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