My Sister's Boyfriend

This should have been a very ordinary dinner for the Shiba Clan, with Dōsan Hanyū personally cooking ten dishes and two soups.

However, today's dining table was a little strange compared to usual.

With his Ganju picked up a bowl of white rice and put it in his mouth without chewing it. He finished the bowl in two minutes and, like an assembly line, handed the empty bowl to Shiroganehiko, who was sitting in front of the rice cooker.

Shiroganehiko hurriedly handed Ganju another bowl, then quickly turned his head away and began eating in silence, but his eyes subtly glanced at Kūkaku Shiba, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Ganju took the rice, his chopsticks moving mechanically as clumps of Ganju slid down his throat. Ganju was completely unaware, not even knowing what he was eating.

His sister had put on makeup, wore a kimono with a strong aristocratic style, applied powder to her face, and put on lipstick.

She truly resembles a noble princess now.

Distracted and unaware of what he was doing, the Ganju lowered its head guiltily the moment its gaze met the Kūkaku's, swallowed hard, and continued eating.

That morning, Kūkaku told herself that she would be representing the Shiba Clan at this year's aristocratic conference, which was chaired by the Central 46.

At the time, he was still wondering why his older brother wasn't attending the meeting. Seeing his sister dressed like a fireworks master from Rukongai, with bare arms and legs, Ganju was really worried that the Shiba Clan's already dwindling reputation would be completely ruined by this older sister.

The Shiba Clan might even be expelled from the five, no, Four Great Noble Clans.

But after the Noble Council, the older sister returned to her room with a blank stare and didn't say a word.

Just after Ganju had prepared himself to become a civilian.

My sister had actually changed her clothes and was kneeling quietly to one side like a woman.

That carefree, fierce older sister, whose brain seems to have lost all its nutrition and who only knows how to eat and enjoy fireworks, actually resembles the princesses of the Tsunayashiro Clan and the Kuchiki Clan.

The last time I saw it like this was when I was a child.

Could it be...?

My dear sister, you're in love!

Not good.

The Ganju, drawing strength from who-knows-where, wolfed down another bowl of rice.

"Hey, Brother Ganju, you've already eaten six bowls."

Dōsan also sensed that something was off, especially since Kūkaku- nee seemed to have turned into a woman.

However, I feel that Ganju Brother has a bigger problem.

For the soul, food is merely a means to satisfy the appetite; overeating is actually bad for the body.

The way the Ganju is being eaten, in particular, seems rather abnormal.

"Shh." Ganju leaned to the side and whispered in Dōsan's ear, "Didn't you see what my sister looked like?"

Dōsan picked up a piece of food, nodded to indicate that his cooking skills were improving, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? I've never seen my sister like this before." Ganju nudged Dōsan, then said with a serious expression and barely audible voice, "I suspect my sister is in love."

Um?

Dōsan hadn't yet grasped this astonishing idea, and subconsciously turned to look at Kūkaku, "Oh, and then?"

"Pfft." The freshly stuffed rice that the Ganju had just put in its mouth sprayed out.

Ganju carefully examined Dōsan's thin arms and legs. Sure enough, his intelligence and life experience had become his combat strength.

Shaking his head, Ganju thought to himself, "Little Brother Dōsan, Little Brother Dōsan, how could someone like you be liked by girls?"

"Ganju!"

"Yes." Ganju didn't dare to look up; he knew without even thinking what kind of look his sister was giving him.

As expected, being an older sister is a long way from being in a relationship.

"You should have finished eating by now." As usual, Kūkaku's voice was laced with anger. Just now, Dōsan had used a little trick to prevent his older brother from getting beaten up, so Kūkaku hadn't heard what the two of them were saying.

But that was his own younger brother whom he had raised for decades, and Kūkaku knew perfectly well how much rubbish was in his brain.

"Yes." Whether I'm full or not, Ganju can't tell anymore, but if my older sister says I'm full, then I am full.

"Get out of here now that you're full!"

"Yes." The Ganju wished it could extend its fifth limb and become as large as possible. (To be continued!)

Chapter 182 My Sister's Boyfriend

There was one leg; the older sister was the same as always; the Ganju was the same as always.

"Wait, clean up the table."

Dōsan was also full. Helping Ganju and Koganehiko was just satisfying his appetite; whether he ate or not didn't really help him physiologically.

"Dōsan, sit down."

Um?

Ganju hurriedly cleared away the dishes, but still managed to glance up at his older sister with surprise.

"Clean it up and get out of here. Dōsan, stay here."

The Ganju, who had been about to run away with the bowl in his arms, froze, his mind going over all the information he had observed like a DVD.

Could it be that my older sister has fallen for Dōsan brother?

This!

!

His worldview collapsed; the Ganju wanted to fall to the ground, never to rise again.

Dōsan, do you also want to experience the pain I went through?

Sister, I'm entrusting my affairs to you.

Take good care of her!

"Get out of here!"

Only Dōsan Hanyū and Kūkaku Shiba remained in the room. At Kūkaku's request, the two knelt facing each other.

After gazing at each other for a long time, Kūkaku's cheeks suddenly flushed red.

Before Dōsan could react, Kūkaku suddenly knelt down in front of Dōsan.

"Sister Kūkaku." Dōsan reached out to help her up.

"Don't come any closer." Kūkaku's eyes were slightly red. She stretched out her hand, her shoulders heaving as if she were sobbing. "Hanyū Clan Head, I, Kūkaku Shiba, the second daughter of the Shiba Clan, express my sincerest gratitude to you on behalf of the Shiba Clan."

Dōsan watched Kūkaku- nee quietly. He didn't follow his heart and refuse Kūkaku's gratitude or anything else; he just silently endured it.

The Shiba Clan is declining and gradually losing its status as one of the Five Great Families. The one who is most distressed is probably the most carefree girl in front of us.

"Phew... good wine."

The Tenth Division barracks were packed with people, Isshin Shiba was calmly sipping his drink. He figured he'd never finish his work, so why not just lie down?

"How pleasant, Isshin Shiba."

The sounds coming from inside the room slightly surprised Isshin Shiba.

When?

Although Isshin somewhat relaxed inside the barracks, the fact that the opponent could enter the room without him noticing meant that their strength was absolutely terrifying.

Isshin drunkenness had subsided somewhat, and his hand slipped, landing on his Zanpakuto.

"You are... Tenjirō Kirinji from the Zero Division?"

The Zero Division was unfamiliar to most of the other divisions, even most of the captains of the Thirteenth Division, but at least the Four Great Noble Clans, especially the Shiba Clan, were relatively familiar with them.

"How pleasant, Isshin." Tenjirō, sporting a pompadour, grinned. "How about joining the Zero Division?"

Chapter 182 My Sister's Boyfriend