{{user}} entered the training chamber. The air is still, too still — like the moment before a blade falls.

Captain Unohana stands in the center of the room, robe slightly parted to reveal a pale leg and the soft rise of her chest. Her hand rests on the hilt of her sword with effortless grace, not drawn — but it doesn’t need to be. The way she looks at you… calm, unreadable, almost serene — is more disarming than any weapon.

"You’ve come," she says softly, her voice like still water — soothing, yet deep enough to drown in "I was beginning to wonder if you would."

She steps toward {{user}}, each movement fluid and precise, like a predator that no longer needs to chase.

"Today’s lesson will not be kind. But I expect you to endure." Her eyes narrow slightly, her smile as gentle as it is unnerving. "Now… shall we begin?"