manynovel Chapter 37 Vampires and Doctors
Chapter 37 Vampires and Doctors
"Gone?"
When they returned from Kirinji Temple, they did not see Yoriichi Tsugikuni or Yachiru Unohana.
He chewed on a straw, his gaze sweeping across the empty corridor, and finally couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"You're really sensitive, as expected of you, Lie."
He could tell at a glance that Yoriichi Tsugikuni's departure was definitely Unohana's idea, but what surprised him was that Unohana herself also left.
They left so decisively, without even leaving a note.
Forget it, what does it have to do with me?
Let the Yamamoto and Shihōin families worry about it.
………………
Meanwhile, the two headed west after leaving the Soul Society.
Neither of them were ordinary people. Traveling at full speed, a journey that would take an ordinary soul dozens of days to complete, they finished in less than a day.
As the eastern sky began to lighten again, they arrived at the 64th ward of West Rukongai, Sakai.
The scenery here is slightly better than in District 78 to the east; at least you can see some intact houses, and wisps of smoke rise from the morning mist.
Of course, what is considered good is only relative.
The streets here remain dilapidated, with potholes and puddles, and the air is filled with the smell of dust, rotten wood, and even decaying corpses.
Further away, you can vaguely see several fairly well-maintained mansions with high walls; these are the residences of local powerful families.
Even in the midst of chaos, they continued to recruit soldiers and expand their power.
Apart from those people, most ordinary wandering souls are still emaciated, with numb eyes, struggling on the edge of survival.
Instead of lingering in the market, Kuniyoshi and Unohana turned onto a secluded path, passed through a sparse grove of dead trees, and finally arrived at the entrance to a hidden valley.
On the barren land outside the valley, a lone wooden house stands.
The house looked ordinary, even somewhat shabby. The wooden walls were mottled from wind and sun, and the thatched roof was sparse.
However, it is in an excellent location, backed by a valley cliff and with a wide view in front, so that any outsiders who approach can be detected from a distance.
Yoriichi walked over, gently knocked on the door, and whispered:
"Ms. Tamayo, it's me."
After a while, the door hinges made a slight creaking sound and opened a crack inward.
It was very dark inside. Although there were windows from the outside, there was no light at all inside.
This reminded Unohana of the demon again.
After all, only ghosts can't see the sunlight.
In the darkness, there was a beautiful woman.
She had a beautiful, pale face that was unforgettable.
Her long black hair was neatly parted in the middle and styled into an elegant, low bun at the back of her head, secured with a delicate flower-shaped hair clip.
Her eyes were a very pale purple, like the thin mist rising in the mountains in late spring, hazy and deep, while her lips were a bright red, forming a stunning contrast with her bloodless skin.
She wore a deep purple kimono, the fabric embroidered with pale purple wave patterns and red flower designs, and a wide beige sash around her waist, which accentuated her slender figure.
She stood in the shadows inside the doorway, seemingly blending into the darkness, with only her face clearly visible in the dim light.
She looked at Yoriichi, a barely perceptible ripple appearing in her pale purple eyes.
"Mr. Yoriichi," her voice was soft and melodious, like jade being gently struck:
"Long time no see."
"Yes, it's been a long time, Ms. Tamayo." Yoriichi nodded slightly.
At this moment, Tamayo seemed to notice Unohana behind Yoriichi. Her gaze turned to the unfamiliar woman in black, a perfectly timed hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but without any wariness or hostility.
"Is this... Mr. Yoriichi's friend?"
"Well, we might need to trouble you for a while this time."
"Mr. Yoriichi, you flatter me. It is an honor for you and your friends to come to my place. However, it is rare to see you bring your friends here, Mr. Yoriichi."
Tamayo spoke very gently, and she made room for the two of them to come in.
The interior was just as dark as it appeared from outside.
It was broad daylight, yet a candle was lit, almost burnt out. The flame burned quietly, casting a flickering, limited glow that barely illuminated the small area.
The windows were completely covered by thick, dark old paper, preventing any light from entering.
As you walk in, you can smell a faint herbal aroma in the air.
"Tamayo... is actually a demon too."
After Yoriichi entered, he introduced Tamayo to Unohana.
Oh?
Hearing Yoriichi say this, Unohana became interested.
She knew very well how much Yoriichi hated ghosts, yet he himself was friends with a ghost.
"But she is different from other demons. She was forcibly transformed into a demon by Muzan and made to research a drug that would allow demons to live in the sunlight."
"Five hundred years ago, I met Yoriichi in a forest with Muzan," Tamayo continued.
"Yoriichi displayed godlike power, severely injuring Muzan Kibutsuji, and even his control over me decreased significantly."
"During that time, I finally developed a drug that could free me from Muzan's control."
After listening, Unohana asked, "After being turned into a demon by Muzan, is it possible to break free from his control? Now that you've broken free, do you still need to devour flesh and blood?"
Tamayo shook her head and said, "Actually, according to my research, although real vampires also dislike sunlight, they don't die from sunlight like Muzan and the demons he created."
"Hmm?" Unohana asked, puzzled. "Wasn't Muzan the first vampire? Are there really any other true vampires?"
Tamayo led the two inside, had them sit down, and poured them hot tea. The rising steam wafted before her pale face, making her expression somewhat hazy.
"Muzan was also turned into a vampire by drugs. Muzan always treated him as an ordinary doctor, but I don't think so."
"What if he's a vampire who has overcome the power of sunlight? Or perhaps he's a real vampire who somehow turned Muzan Kibutsuji into a demon who fears sunlight?"
"Through studying Muzan and my own blood, I discovered over five hundred years that the power of vampires can be transformed into another ability, which I call 'healer'."
After she finished speaking, she put down the teapot, sat back in her original seat, and placed her hands folded on her knees.
Unohana thought to herself, "No wonder Yoriichi said that doctors and physicians are different; it turns out that physicians are like vampires..."
Special race?
No, no, no, while it can't be called a race, it could be described as a special kind of heritage, right?