Straight ahead stood Shinji Hirako, with short, straight yellow hair beneath a brown beret. He wore a white shirt paired with a blue-and-yellow plaid tie.
The tip of the long blade in his hand rested precisely against Su Feng's throat. A faint chill surged from it, bringing a slight prickling pain to his skin.
"Tsunayashiro... Su Feng?"
Shinji Hirako's tone was quite peculiar, carrying an odd sort of feeling. "Hey, hey, don't make any sudden moves. Blades don't have eyes."
Su Feng merely twitched his little finger before receiving a stern warning from the other side.
"Right now, eight blades are locked onto your vital points."
"We only need to move them one millimeter, and blood will bloom across this wilderness like flowers."
"Beautiful, perhaps, but dangerous too, isn't it?"
It seemed Shinji Hirako had not seen anyone outside the Visoreds and Urahara Shop for a long time. Even when threatening Su Feng, he came off rather talkative.
"This shirt is my favorite. I don't want an innocent Shinigami's blood staining it."
"Baldy, watch your mouth!" Hiyori Sarugaki said unhappily. "Which one of these filthy Soul Society nobles is innocent?!"
The Visoreds and the others exiled by Central 46 not only harbored immense resentment toward Soul Society, but also held the nobles in utter contempt.
Faced with everyone's threats, Su Feng remained calm as he spoke evenly.
"Is this how the Visoreds treat their guests?"
"If I remember correctly, weren't you the ones who invited me here?"
At that, Shinji Hirako blinked innocently.
"Don't jump to conclusions, Mr. Su Feng."
"Before we can trust you, we don't consider you a guest."
"The Visoreds have a unique way of dealing with guests and enemies."
Su Feng nodded, more or less understanding what these people were thinking.
"Kisuke vouched for Mr. Su