Tōshirō looked at Yan Si Ming quietly.
The child stood next to the desk, with the end of the scarf hanging down to his knees. His fingers held the knot of the scarf, holding it for a while, then loosening it, and then tightening it again.
My toes were curled up inside the sneakers, pushing out a few small bulges on the uppers.
He was indeed a little embarrassed.
Tōshirō looked at it for a few seconds without saying anything. He just raised his head and took a deep breath.
"Everyone comes back to the backyard and has a party!"
The sound exploded from the throat, bounced off the wall, passed through the window and over the eaves, turning into circles of sound waves, spreading towards every corner of Ninth Division.
The team member who was squatting on the roof was stunned and almost dropped the binoculars in his hand.
"Huh?"
The team member who was searching in the alley stopped and looked at each other with his companions.
"What did the captain say?"
"Having a party." "Now?"
"Now."
After a brief silence, everyone moved at the same time, running towards the old shops in Seireitei that had been open for dozens or hundreds of years.
Izumiya for brewing sake, Yaoyoshi for pickles, Sasaya for making tofu, Kawakami for grilled eel, and Kikyōdō, a fruit shop that even Nobles needs to be booked three days in advance.
They rushed in, slapped the ring on the counter, and shouted the team number loudly.
"This! This! And this! All inclusive!"
"Wine! Take as much as you have!"
"Bring out the best stuff in your store!"
No one asked why.
Ninth Division's tradition is like this. If the captain says to have a banquet, then do it.
It will be opened even if the sky falls, it will be opened even if Gates of Hell is opened, and it will be opened even if Ryoka invades.
And when Tōshirō shouted out the banquet, his lips moved slightly. "Bankai--Daiguren Hyōrinmaru."
Boom.
Reiatsu surged out of his body, like a door being kicked open in the dead of winter. Cold air poured out from the door, filling the entire backyard in an instant.
The moisture in the air condenses into ice crystals, which hang on the tips of the grass blades, embed themselves in the gaps between the stone slabs, and cover the surface of the tiles.
Everything in the backyard was coated with a thin layer of white, except for the small area where Yan Si Ming stood, which was clean without even a single frost flower.
Tōshirō precisely controls the boundaries of Reiatsu, drawing an invisible line in front of him.
It's winter on this side of the line, and spring on that side of the line.
Boom.
A figure fell from mid-air and hit the stone floor in the backyard.
Soi Fon crushed two stone slabs with the soles of his feet, bent his knees to remove the impact, and then straightened up.
Yan Si Ming poked half of his head out from behind Tōshirō. As soon as his golden eyes came into contact with Soi Fon's gaze, an electric current surged through his back, crawling from his tailbone to the back of his head, and his hair stood on end.
He retracted his head. The sister's eyes were shining, the corners of her mouth were turning up, and her tongue was licking from her lips, like a cat staring at a sparrow.
"Soi Fon Captain." Tōshirō's voice became colder, colder than his Zanpakutō, "What are you hiding in the sky?"
Soi Fon snorted.
"Have you guessed that Captain Tōshirō didn't tell the truth?"
She knew from the beginning that Tōshirō was lying.
Yan Si Ming was not skilled when using Shunko. The restraint of the two powers of wind and thunder was too stiff, like a car sprinting at full speed and suddenly slamming on the brakes. The noise was so loud that anyone who was not deaf or blind could spot him hiding nearby.
She just wanted Tōshirō to relax his vigilance and wait until he thought she was gone before taking her back.
But now it seems impossible.
Soi Fon exhaled a breath of white mist from his lips.
In front of Tōshirō, who can control celestial phenomena, the moisture in the air will turn into ice crystals at any time, the dewdrops on the ground will turn into traps at any time, and even the air she breathes into her lungs will rust her joints.
The speed will be greatly reduced.
However, her feet did not move back even an inch. Even if the person standing in front of her was the youngest captain in the history of Thirteen Court Guard Squads, the man who was said to be a genius once in ten thousand years, holding the strongest ice-based Zanpakutō, she did not think she would lose.
The training time is too different.
She has had more blood on her hands than the knives Tōshirō has held, she has performed more tasks than Tōshirō has held meetings, and the time she has spent lurking in the dark combined is longer than the number of years Tōshirō has lived.
Tōshirō looked at Soi Fon with a cold expression.
He is now Captain of the Ninth Division, she is Second Division Captain, the head of the Hachi Clan family, and the head of the Shunko branch family.
Yoruichi is not here, Shunko's family is supported by Yushiro, and he is not sure what Soi Fon is going to do.
But the expression on that face made Tōshirō make up his mind.
That expression, that look, the mark left after the saliva dried on the corner of the mouth.
Soi Fon must be stopped.
If that doesn't work, try watching the entire Hyorinmaru to see how far it can go.
The air in the backyard was taut, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, and it would break if it was pushed even harder.
Soi Fon moved slightly. Her right foot slid out half an inch, the heel of her left foot was raised, and her body weight was placed on the ball of her forefoot.
The palm of the right hand is pressed against the ground, the fingers are spread out, and the fingertips are inserted into the gaps between the stone slabs.
Lift your hips and arch your back, like a leopard crouching in the grass.
Her eyes were fixed on Tōshirō.
Take a deep breath.
She had no intention of fighting Tōshirō here. Even if she could win, she would attract other captains.
What she wanted to do was to make a quick decision, go straight to Huanglong, bypass Tōshirō's defense line, steal the child and run away.
A matter of breath.
She held back her breath.
"Oh yeah."
A joking laughter came from the door.
"Is Captain Soi Fon planning to betray Seireitei?" Soi Fon turned around.
Gin Ichimaru stood under the moon gate in the backyard, his hands hidden in his sleeves, his eyes narrowed into two slits, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth made it difficult to tell whether he was laughing or thinking about something.
Soi Fon's eyes froze.
She straightened her back, took her right hand back from the ground, and stepped back on the stone floor with the soles of her feet.
The idea of robbing people was given up.
"Yin, come here quickly." Tōshirō shouted quickly.
Two against one, the situation is already stable.
And it's none other than Gin Ichimaru.
Even Yhwach couldn't dodge his Zanpakutō.
Gin Ichimaru came to Tōshirō's side with gentle steps. Without taking out his hands from the cuffs, he raised his chin in the direction of Soi Fon, then lowered his head.
His eyes opened.
His blue eyes lit up in the sunlight for a moment, then narrowed into two slits again. "Well, which family are you from?"
Yan Si Ming took a step forward from behind Tōshirō, raised his head and looked at Gin Ichimaru's face.
This person's eyes are squinted, the corners of his mouth are turned up, and there is a smile on his face, but that smile is not scary.
At least it's much more reliable than the sister far away.
"My name is Yan Si Ming."
His voice was clear and crisp, like glass beads falling into a porcelain bowl.
Gin Ichimaru's breathing stopped for half a beat.
The face in my mind overlaps with the face in front of me, including the curvature of the brow bones, the line of the bridge of the nose, and the habit of slightly raising the chin when speaking.
So similar.
"Is that true?"
Boom.
Reiatsu exploded from Gin Ichimaru's body, squeezing out all the wind that had been poured into his cuffs. His right hand touched his face, his fingertips rested on his cheekbones, and he turned his face slightly.
The eyes opened a crack, and azure blue light leaked out from the crack, nailing Soi Fon's body.
"Soi Fon Captain."
There was still a smile in his voice, but the smile had changed.
"You want to do something to my nephew?"
He didn't say Captain Yan Si's son or Siwei Yan's child. He said he was my nephew.
Gin Ichimaru has long recognized Siwei Yan as his eldest brother, so the eldest brother's son is naturally his nephew.
It's natural.
"Humph."
Soi Fon Bend over again, place the soles of your feet shoulder-width apart, bend your knees and lower your center of gravity, press your right hand on the ground, and raise your left hand to protect your chest.
Facing the pressure from Gin Ichimaru, she did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
If Tōshirō is a genius who has not fully grown up, then the Gin Ichimaru in front of him is a genius who has fully matured, seen blood, killed people, and survived in the deepest shadow of Soul Society. If you are careless, you will die.
It's not injury, it's not defeat, it's death.
The atmosphere in the backyard was tense again, even tighter than before, so tight that the air became thicker and it took more effort to breathe.
Bang bang bang.
A burst of applause suddenly sounded.
"Okay, okay, is that really what happened?"
Captain-General Kyōraku Shunsui walked in from the moon gate, Lieutenant Nanao Ise followed him, holding a folder in his hand, his eyes behind the spectacles swept across the array in the backyard, his eyebrows twitching.
"Nanao, disarm the alarm first."
"Yes."
Kyōraku Shunsui walked up to Gin Ichimaru and Tōshirō, pushed up the bamboo hat, and exposed his entire face.
"I'm his uncle."
His voice was lowered, so low that only a few of them could hear it. "There will be a party soon, so put it away."
He added again, more quietly.
"Don't worry, the captains are here."
Tōshirō and Gin Ichimaru looked at each other, and then put Reiatsu away at the same time.
The ice crystals in the backyard began to melt, the frost on the grass blades turned into water droplets and rolled down, and the ice in the gaps between the stone slabs turned into small puddles. The air changed from thick to thin, and breathing became easier.
Kyōraku Shunsui squatted down with one knee on the ground, half of his face covered by the shadow of the bamboo hat.
He reached out and patted Yan Si Ming on the shoulder.
"I am your uncle Kyōraku."
"Ah... oh?"
Yan Si Ming tilted his head, his golden eyes full of question marks.
In his opinion, Soul Society is the place where people go after death.
Mom said that only souls can come here, not living people. Of course, capable humans can come, but it is not a good place. Why are all the relatives here?
In the past, when I was at home, Uncle Kurosaki and his aunt would come over to play at most, as well as Brother Ichigo and the others.
This time Soul Society came, first the brother, then the weird sister, and now the uncle and uncle appeared.
His little head couldn't move, the gears were stuck, and circles began to appear in his eyes.
A little Reishi poked out of Kyōraku Shunsui's palm, and penetrated along Yan Si Ming's shoulder. Like a very thin and soft thread, it circled inside his body and then was withdrawn.
Kyōraku Shunsui Took his hands back and stood up.
"I really feel like all these years of training have been in vain."
Tōshirō's brows furrowed.
"What's wrong, Captain Kyōraku?"
"Haha, it's nothing."
Kyōraku Shunsui put his hands into his cuffs and looked up at the sky.
"It's just that your reputation as a once-in-a-ten thousand-year genius has been taken away from you." During the exploration just now, he touched the spiritual power in Yan Si Ming's body.
First-level Spiritual Pressure, top level.
There are even vague signs of going beyond.
This isn't the most surprising.
The most surprising thing is that this child already has Reishi reserves in his body that completely match the spirit power and even exceed the detection limit.
The genius of Tōshirō is talent, potential, and the height that Future can reach.
And this child's genius is a real thing, something that is already in his hands.
And he grew up in Human World.
The concentration of Reishi in Human World is far lower than that of Soul Society. Eat the food of Human World that does not contain Reishi, and breathe the thin air of Human World.
If he is allowed to stay in Soul Society for a longer period of time and eat more Reishi food, who knows how far it will go.
Kyōraku Shunsui lowered his head and smiled at the confused Yan Si Ming.
"I am the senior brother of your father Siwei Yan. We have the same master, so I am your uncle." He pointed at Tōshirō.
"The Tōshirō next to you is your father's apprentice, so he is considered your brother."
Fingers turned to Gin Ichimaru.
"This Gin Ichimaru is your father's younger brother, so he is your uncle."
His thumb was turned upside down and pointed at the figure who had just arrived at the backyard door.
"Rangiku Matsumoto is your father's sister, that is, your aunt."
Yan Si Ming looked along his finger.
Her blond hair was so bright in the sun.
It was the sister who just held him in her arms at the door of Tavern, and the black-haired sister next to him.
Whoosh.
The figure of Rangiku disappeared from the door of the backyard, and the next moment he was squatting behind Yan Si Ming, with his hands stretched out from both sides, wrapping his whole body around him.
"Call sister." Her chin rested on the top of Yan Si Ming's head.
"Do you know?"
"Uh huh."
Yan Si Ming once again lost the right to speak.
"What? Yan Si Captain's son!?"
"Wow, so cute!"
"Awesome!!"
Ninth Division's team members came back carrying large and small bags.
Sake and shochu from Shuzo, pickled radish and pickled cucumber from Yaoyoshi, tofu skin and sesame tofu from Sasaya, grilled eel and kabayaki sauce from Kawakami, yokan and mochu mochi from Kikyōdō.
They put a wooden plank on a stone as a table, poured sake into bowls, piled pickles on plates, unwrapped the baking paper from the grilled eel, and arranged the snacks in a circle.
The air in the backyard turned from ice to fire.
Tōshirō's brows furrowed. He looked at Kyōraku Shunsui, at Soi Fon, at Gin Ichimaru, at Rangiku and Lisa. "This is Ninth Division's banquet. No food or drinks have been prepared for you."
"Humph, you don't have to worry."
Soi Fon stretched out his hands and patted them twice.
Snap.
A figure appeared in front of her instantly, kneeling on one knee.
"Captain, what's the matter?"
Second Division Lieutenant Omaeda Kichiyo.
He was holding a bag of rings in his hand, which was bulging. The mouth of the bag was not tied tightly, revealing the colorful packaging inside.
His eyes glanced at Yan Si Ming, and then stopped.
It stopped for a long time.
He handed over the snack bag in his hand.
"Would you like some snacks?" His voice was dry.
"I have many more at home."
He swallowed.
"By the way, I also have a younger sister. Although she is ugly, she is a good child."
He spoke faster and faster, as if he was racing against time, as if he was racing against something invisible.
"Can you play with her?"
Boom.
Soi Fon's fist hit Omaeda on the back of the head.
She didn't expect that even this guy would dare to steal people.
"Hurry up and ask someone to bring you drinks and food." Soi Fon's voice came out from between his teeth, "There will be a banquet here today."
"Go quickly."
"Oh." Omaeda felt a killing intent emanating from Soi Fon, and then quickly got up and ran away.
When he ran out of the moon gate, he looked back at Yan Si Ming, his eyes full of reluctance.
Soi Fon folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin slightly.
"The food Omaeda brought is much higher quality."
She never took her eyes away from Yan Si Ming.
"This is what Lady Yoruichi children should eat."
"Sister, I'm not picky about food."
Yan Si Ming struggled to reveal his head from Rangiku's arms, his cheeks were bulging and his voice was muffled.
"Mom said that picky eaters are not good children."
The backyard was quiet for a moment.
Then it exploded.
"Wow~!" Soi Fon, Rangiku, Rukia, and Lisa surrounded each other at the same time. Four hands stretched out from four directions, all targeting Yan Si Ming.
"Let me hug you!"
"Death!"
"I was here first!"
"When did you come here first? I hugged you at the door of Tavern!"
"That doesn't count!"
The dishes were clinking, the wine was being poured, the charcoal fire was burning, and the fat of the grilled eel dripped into the fire, making a sizzling sound.
The banquet has begun.
The party lasted throughout the afternoon and spilled into the night.
The charcoal fire burned round after round, and the fat of the grilled eel dripped into the fire, splashing orange-red sparks, floating into the air and then extinguished.
The sound of wine bowls hitting wine bowls sounded from sunset to moonrise, and the aroma of sake mixed with the smoke of barbecue permeated every inch of the air in the backyard.
Yan Si Ming sat in the middle of a long table made of wooden boards. In front of him, food piled up into a small mountain.
The grilled eel is layered in six layers, and the sauce condenses into an amber shell on the fish skin.
Cut the pickled radish into thin slices and fold them into concentric circles on the plate.
The tofu skin is rolled with sesame filling, and the fine texture is exposed at the cut.
The yokan is cut into neat diamond shapes, and the red bean particles can be seen under the translucent surface.
The shell of the middle cake has been roasted by charcoal fire, and the edges are slightly browned.
There are also things constantly being passed from all directions.
"Xiao Ming, try this! This recipe has been passed down in my family for four generations!"
"This, this! Strawberries just arrived from Rukongai this morning!"
"Don't eat that one, it's too sweet. Come and try the chicken skewers grilled by my sister!"
The team members of Ninth Division lined up to put their private possessions in front of Yan Si Ming.
Those things that are usually reluctant to eat, hidden in the deepest part of the cupboard, and only taken out during holidays, were all dug out today and piled on the already very high hill. Yan Si Ming All comers are welcome.
He was holding a grilled chicken skewer in his left hand, a strawberry daifuku in his right hand, and was chewing a bite of eel in his mouth.
The cheeks are bulging, like a squirrel hoarding food in autumn, and the chin is stained with a new color mixed with sauce and strawberry juice.
His eyes were bent into two slits.
No matter which captain is chatting or which team member is clinking glasses, everyone's attention is on him.
Tōshirō was talking to Gin Ichimaru, but the corner of his eye kept falling on the other side of the table.
Soi Fon was drinking, raised the cup to his mouth, and looked over the rim of the cup without moving away for a moment.
Rangiku simply stopped pretending, holding his chin with both hands, staring straight at Yan Si Ming's bulging cheeks.
When he took one bite, everyone's hearts dropped a little.
When he chewed it, the corners of everyone's mouths turned up a little.
He swallowed it, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a strange feeling. I wasn't watching something, or feeding something, I was just watching a clean child eating seriously.
Hold the chopsticks upright, keep your mouth closed when chewing, and only take a bite after swallowing.
Taught by Lady Yoruichi.
Half an hour later.
Yan Si Ming put down his chopsticks, put his hands on his knees, and took a deep breath.
The belly bulges out from under the clothes, is round, and makes a muffled sound when patted.
He opened his mouth.
"Hiccup~~"
The sound was very long and loud, and lasted for three seconds.
The air in the backyard shook, and the sparks in the charcoal basin were shaken by the sound.
"I really can't eat anymore."
There was contentment and sleepiness in his voice. "Brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts, you should also eat."
The backyard was quiet for a moment.
Then everyone moved at the same time.
"Okay, okay, let's eat, let's eat!"
"Come on, come on, cheers!"
"Xiao Ming said so, it doesn't make sense not to eat!"
The dishes collided again, the chopsticks rose and fell again, and the wine bowls clinked together again.
Kyōraku Shunsui sat down next to Yan Si Ming with a wine bowl, took off his bamboo hat and put it on his knees.
The sake in the bowl reflected the light of the charcoal fire, creating orange-red ripples.
"Ming."
His voice was not high enough, just enough for Yan Si Ming to hear.
"Did you come here by yourself Soul Society?" Yan Si Ming's hand that was wiping his mouth stopped.
The greasy tissue was clenched in the palm of my hand, my fingers stiffened for a few seconds, and then I let go.
He folded the paper towel into a small square and placed it next to the bowl.
"Hmm."
He raised his gaze, looking past the charcoal pot, past the courtyard wall, past the roof of Ninth Division, towards the deepest part of Seireitei.
The direction of Hill of the Twin Executions.
"I came here to find dad."
He stretched out his right hand, raised his index finger, and pointed his fingertip in that direction.
There was still sauce on her fingers, which reflected a little light in the moonlight.
"Dad is right over there."
Tōshirō's chopsticks stopped, Soi Fon's wine glass hung in the air, Gin Ichimaru's squinted eyes opened a crack, and Rangiku's smile condensed at the corner of his mouth.
Kyōraku Shunsui looked along Yan Si Ming's finger. The direction of Hill of the Twin Executions, the direction of the cliff, where the door is.
"Your feeling is correct."
His voice is very soft.
"But the door there has been sealed and cannot be opened."
Yan Si Ming raised his head, his golden eyes reflecting the light of charcoal fire.
He looked at Kyōraku Shunsui in confusion, his brows furrowed slightly, and two shallow vertical lines formed between his brows.
Kyōraku Shunsui put down the wine bowl in his hand.
"In the past three months, the second batch of Hell Investigation Corps has been formed."
He has also found his successor Shiba Kaien.
There is no problem with ability and enough experience.
I am going to personally lead a team to Hell to see what is going on.
He paused. "But, the door can't be opened."
Kyōraku Shunsui traced a circle around the edge of the wine bowl with his fingers.
"Sakotsu Saizō, First Generation Captain Thirteenth Division, has been dead for a year. According to the rules, his body will be used to hold the Squad Funeral ceremony again. Gates of Hell should appear. It was opened like this last time, and it should be the same this time."
His fingers stopped.
"But the door did not appear."
A spark exploded in the charcoal basin, and the crackling sound was particularly clear in the silent backyard.
"There are only two possibilities for this situation.
Or, the last batch of people who entered succeeded, the problem was solved, and the door would not open again.
Either..."
He glanced at Yan Si Ming.
"The problem is not solved, but they can't come back."
Yan Si Ming was silent. He put his little hands on his knees, clenched them for a while and then relaxed them again.
The end of the scarf hangs down to the board, stained with a little sauce.
Then he raised his right hand, folded his five fingers, and clenched it into a fist.
The nails are trimmed cleanly, the knuckles are round, and there are several small fleshy dimples on the back of the hand.
"I'll open the door and let Daddy come back."
The sound is very loud.
So loud that everyone in the backyard heard it.
It was so big that the sparks in the charcoal basin were shaken and jumped.
It was so strong that the night wind stopped for a moment.
No one spoke.
Rukia lowered his head and held the cuffs of his sleeves with his fingers.
There was something swirling in her eyes, and the light of the charcoal fire reflected on the tears, breaking into pieces of orange light spots. Sister Hisana has not been feeling well recently.
I'm not saying that I will leave now, but the doctor at Kuchiki family has already spoken in the most tactful way.
Everything that can be done has been done, and the only thing left is to wait, wait for her body to decide, or wait for Kuchiki Byakuya to come back.
Hisana Kuchiki gave birth to a daughter, Kuchiki Hizuki.
Kuchiki family There will be successors, the genealogy will not be broken, and the incense will not be extinguished in front of the ancestors' tablets.
But Rukia still hopes that her elder brother will be with her in her last days.
Let's sit on the porch and bask in the sun together, drink a cup of tea together, and watch Hizuki chasing butterflies in the yard.
Hope is just hope after all.
Kyōraku Shunsui looked at Yan Si Ming's clenched fists.
The expression on that little face was so serious that one couldn't bear to say any Negation words.
The eyebrows were lowered, the lips were pursed into a straight line, and there was no hesitation in the golden eyes.
Kyōraku Shunsui smiled. "Okay."
He stretched out his hand and placed his palm on Yan Si Ming's fist.
"When you eat a few more meals at Soul Society, stay a few more days, and save enough at Reishi, let's go try it together."
He lowered his head and looked into those golden eyes.
"You should also feel it, your body is getting stronger."
"Hmm."
Yan Si Ming nodded.
From the moment he stepped into Soul Society, he felt it.
My body is getting lighter, my strength is getting stronger, and when I breathe, I can feel that something in the air enters my lungs along my throat, and then disperses from my lungs to my whole body.
When he was running in Seireitei before, the stone slabs he stepped on would crack. It was not because he used force, but because the force leaked out from the soles of his feet.
Mastered Flash Step, Shunko, the body can do it on its own.
It's Reishi. Soul Society The air is full of Reishi, the food is full of Reishi, and even the sunshine is full of Reishi.
His body was desperately absorbing it, like a faucet that was turned on, and Reishi was pouring in from every pore.
"So, when you arrive at Perfect State, let's go and try to open the door together."
As Kyōraku Shunsui said, he withdrew his hand from Yan Si Ming's fist and adjusted the positions of the glass of juice in front of him and the wine bowl in front of him.
Move quickly.
Before Yan Si Ming could react, the glass of juice had already appeared in Kyōraku Shunsui's hand.
"Now, eat more!"
"Captain-General!!!"
Nanao Ise's voice pierced the night sky.
She rushed over from behind Kyōraku Shunsui, grabbed the bowl of wine in front of Yan Si Ming with one hand, and stuffed the juice back in with the other hand.
The movements were done in one go, and even the glasses were not crooked.
"How can you give alcohol to a child!" Her voice was so sharp that the sparks in the charcoal basin shrank.
"Oops."
Kyōraku Shunsui was not embarrassed at all by being caught on the spot. Instead, he confidently spread his hands.
"He is Siwei Yan's child, so of course he must be able to drink."
He turned to Hirako Shinji who was eating grilled eel next to him.
"We are three drinking buddies, right?"
Hirako Shinji Put down the chopsticks and raise your hands, palms facing outward.
"No, I have no interest in harming children."
The corners of his mouth were tilted to one side, with undisguised disgust on his face.
"Kyōraku, I didn't expect you to even spare a five-year-old child."
"How could you betray our friendship!"
Kyōraku Shunsui was stared at by everyone... Tōshirō was staring, Soi Fon was staring, Rangiku was staring, Rukia was staring, even Gin Ichimaru squinted his eyes and turned his face away. He panicked.
Feeling guilty.
He quickly took back the bowl of wine in front of Yan Si Ming, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
He moved too quickly, and the wine leaked from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin onto Haori.
Yan Si Ming's brows furrowed, his small face scrunched up, and a trace of worry flashed in his golden eyes.
"But... I ran out secretly."
Mom is still asleep on the sofa, her apron is still on, and there are still tears on her face. If she wakes up and finds that he is not here, she will go crazy.
"Hahaha, don't worry about that."
Kyōraku Shunsui quickly took this opportunity to reveal what had just happened, and his laughter was three times louder than usual.
"I just informed Yoruichi that she will be here soon."
He put the empty wine bowl on the table.
"It just so happens that you can also visit your mother's natal family." "My natal family?"
Yan Si Ming tilted his head and blinked twice with his golden eyes.
"Yes."
Soi Fon stood up suddenly, hitting the edge of the table with his knees. The wine bowl on the table shook, and a few drops of wine spilled without him noticing.
"You are Shihoin Clan's child!!"
Her voice was so loud that Leaves in the backyard was shaking.
"Soul Society's top Great Nobles!"
"Noble Shihoin Clan's child!!!"
Every word seemed to burst out from the deepest part of the chest, with long-suppressed excitement and some kind of fanaticism that Yan Si Ming couldn't quite understand.
Yan Si Ming I was really shocked this time.
His mouth opened, his eyes widened, and even the knot on his scarf dangled.
It took me a long time. Is he Great Nobles?
Soi Fon took a deep breath, his chest puffed up, and he was about to continue speaking.
"I strongly support the young master to become the leader of the Shihōin Clan..."
Boom.
Muffled sound.
Soi Fon's words were cut off in half.
She felt a dull pain in the back of her head, like being hit with a mallet or kicked.
She turned her head sharply.
"Who!"
Yoruichi stands behind Soi Fon.
One hand was on his waist, and smoke was still coming out of the fist of the other hand.
Her long purple hair was floating in the night wind, and her golden pupils were flashing with lightning. "Soi Fon."
Her voice is not high.
"What did you just say you supported?"
"Lady Yoruichi!"
Soi Fon knelt down and sat down neatly, his forehead almost touching the wooden board, and he didn't dare to say a word.
Yoruichi's gaze swept across everyone present.
Tōshirō put down the chopsticks, and Kyōraku Shunsui hid the wine bowl behind his back.
Hirako Shinji turned his head away and pretended to look at the moon, and even Gin Ichimaru moved half an inch to the side.
"Children should eat healthily."
Her voice was not high, but every word was like a nail driven into the ears of everyone present.
"What do you give each one? It's all heavy with oil and smell, which is not good for your health."
The electric light in her eyes became brighter. "Don't you know this?"
No one spoke, no one dared to speak.
Kyōraku Shunsui is studying the wine stains at the bottom of the bowl, Tōshirō is counting the sparks in the charcoal basin, and Hirako Shinji's neck is almost broken.
A mother's scolding can shut anyone up.
Yan Si Ming slid down from the chair and walked to Yoruichi, with his head lowered and the end of the scarf hanging to the ground.
"Mom..."
Just one word.
He had no intention of hiding or running away.
Not a two or three year old child.
When you are five years old, you have to admit what you have done wrong.
Yoruichi Squat down.
She stretched out her hand and took Yan Si Ming into her arms. She rested her chin on the top of his head and patted his back gently with her fingers. "Next time you come over to play, remember to tell him."
The sound was very low, so low that only two people could hear it.
"Do you understand?"
"Hmm."
Yan Si Ming nodded, rubbing his forehead against Yoruichi's shoulder.
Yoruichi let go of his hand, patted him twice on the shoulder, then stood up, the expression on his face changed from ice to water, and the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Okay, okay, keep eating."
The atmosphere in the backyard relaxed.
The chopsticks were picked up again, the wine bowl was picked up again, and the voices were heard again.
New charcoal was added to the charcoal basin, and the sparks started to fly upward again.
The party started again.
Ten days later. Hill of the Twin Executions.
The wind surged up from under the cliff, pressing the grass blades close to the ground.
The sky was very high, so blue that it turned white. A few clouds were torn into thin strips by the wind and hung on the edge of the cliff.
All the captains and Lieutenant stood around, forming a loose circle.
The white Haori was lifted up by the wind, and the hem of the clothes flapped in the wind.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the field.
Yan Si Ming stood there.
For ten days, he ate and drank wildly, not rejecting anyone who came. He stuffed Soul Society into his stomach everything he could eat and drink.
Every cell in the body is greedily absorbing Reishi, like a sponge thrown into water, swelling from the inside out.
He is standing firm now.
My feet stepped on the stone floor of Hill of the Twin Executions, the wind blew over me, and my scarf floated in a straight line behind me.
He felt it. Right here, in this air, in front of him, something was waiting for him.
Yan Si Ming Get down into the horse stance, with your feet shoulder-width apart, your knees bent, and your back straight.
Open your left hand forward, with your fingers extended and your palm facing forward.
Make a fist with your right hand and put it at your waist, with your fist facing upward and your elbow against your ribs.
He slowly adjusted his breathing.
Inhale, the air enters through the nose, passes through the throat, fills the chest, and sinks to the Dantian.
Exhale, the breath comes out of your mouth, carrying the heat in your chest, and disappears in the wind.
Inhale~exhale~inhale~exhale.
After three times, his eyes closed.
The moment he opened it for the fourth time, something was burning in his golden pupils.
Step your right foot forward.
The stone floor cracked into three lines under his feet, gravel flew around, and the wind was cut by his movements, letting out a short howl. His right fist struck out from his waist.
"One Bone!"
Rumble.
Where the fist hit, the air began to twist. First, it was like a stone being thrown into the water, and the ripples spread in all directions.
Click.
The space is broken.
The fragments flew around, shone in the sunlight, and then turned into points of light and dissipated.
A door appeared there.
White door.
The door frame style is exactly the same as Gates of Hell.
The skeletons are intertwined and the bones are held together like countless hands.
But there is no dark red mud, no black Chains, and no aura that makes people instinctively want to run away. It is very peaceful.
Like an ordinary door.
Crunch.
The door opened.
It was pushed away from the inside.