Chapter Eighty-Two: Ishida Orange / Chapter Eighty-Three: The Boy Hunted by Shinigami

Judging by the time, it's about time that Ishida Aoi's descendants will be killed. He still needs to rely on the Silver Thrombosis in their bodies to deal with the future Yhwach.

After all, Yhwach a thousand years later was many times stronger than he was a thousand years earlier.

In the first battle to invade Soul Society, thousands of Shinigami perished, and their souls were absorbed by Yhwach.

They stole Captain Commander Yamamoto's Bankai.

He then ascended to the Soul King Palace, where Auswählen to all members of the Sternritter except for his Sternritter. At the last moment, he also Auswählen his Sternritter and Haschwalth, and then absorbed Kurosaki Ichigo's power on the Soul King Palace, thus devouring the Soul King.

The thought of such a massive force being united sends chills down Yamabuki Chidori's spine.

I don't know if I'll be able to stop him a thousand years from now.

Therefore, the Silver Thrombosis is necessary. Even if it only silences him for a moment, it will give me a chance to win.

At the same time, he will not be the only one facing Yhwach in the future.

Not only does it have a cool guy like Aizen, but also Kurosaki Ichigo. With their own strength, if they coordinate properly, defeating Yhwach without taking any damage is not difficult.

Chapter 82: Ishida Orange

"Also, someone might come looking for me when I leave. It's a girl named Kirimaru Tsukishima. She's a promising talent. If she comes looking for me, could you please receive her and wait for me to return?" Yamabuki Chidori said.

"Don't worry," Unohana said with a smile.

She was like the strongest support behind Yamabuki Chidori, and no matter what Yamabuki Chidori did, she would unconditionally support her.

Yamabuki Chidori did not tell anyone that she had left Soul Society for the Human World.

However...

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be watching the shop?" Yamabuki Chidori looked at the Saitō Fubōfu expression.

"There are staff looking after the shop, so as the shop manager, I naturally have special privileges. Are you going on some special mission? Let's go together!" Saitō Fubōfu laughed.

"What special mission could I possibly be on? Besides, you're no longer a member of the Gotei 13. Even if there were special missions, you'd have to keep it a secret. Hurry up and go back, or I'll get angry," Yamabuki Chidori said in a coaxing tone towards a child.

"So you're saying I'm following you? I just happened to be here on business! You go your way, I'll go mine!" Saitō Fubōfu said calmly.

I don't believe you for a second!

After arriving in the Human World, Yamabuki Chidori Saitō Fubōfu and only five meters away from her.

Do whatever you want, I don't care anymore!

Saitō Fubōfu and last came to the Human World more than a hundred years ago when she and Yamabuki Chidori were searching for traces of the Quincy.

A hundred years is a very long time for ordinary people; dynasties change and the world transforms.

The Human World today is completely different from what it was a hundred years ago. Everywhere you look, there is war. Soldiers on horseback pass by from time to time, with many dead heads hanging on their horses. It seems that these warriors intend to use these heads to claim credit and rewards.

"Alas! Their lives are already so short, yet they are so obsessed with these struggles for fame and fortune. Do you think it's worth it?" Saitō Fubōfu shook his head and sighed.

"It's because their lives are so short that they want to get their hands on everything, because they don't have that much time," Yamabuki Chidori said.

Humanity will keep making the same mistakes and never learn anything from history.

The same goes for Death.

In essence, there is no difference between the two.

Let's see where the descendants of Ishida Aoi are now, through the Yamabuki Chidori.

Several decades have passed since her last Human World. Yamabuki Chidori discovers that Ishida Aoi's descendants have split into several families, each residing in different places.

Yamabuki Chidori walked toward the nearest Ishida Family.

"Why did you leave without saying a word? Wait for me!" Saitō Fubōfu hurriedly caught up.

This is a somewhat dilapidated small town. At the head of the bed are soldiers wearing bamboo armor, holding spears and vigilantly surveying the surroundings. It seems that a battle is taking place.

This small town has only a few hundred soldiers, and its lord is already Daimyo who controls a region.

Because ancient Japan lacked iron, most soldiers' armor was made of bamboo. If a castle lord had thousands of soldiers, he was already a formidable force and would be courted by various parties.

Of course, these things had little to do with Yamabuki Chidori; he went directly to the residence of Ishida Aoi's descendants.

This is just a small branch; in a chaotic world, not everyone can awaken the Quincy.

Many people also died in the war.

This put considerable pressure on the Grim Reaper's work.

On the west side of the small town, there is a small courtyard that, judging from its size, is wealthier than an ordinary family, but far from being comparable to a true aristocratic mansion.

A girl of sixteen or seventeen was sweeping fallen leaves in the courtyard, sighing as she swept. It was unclear what she, at such a young age, had to be so worried about.

"Orange, isn't the water ready yet? Didn't I just say I was going to make tea?" An old voice came from inside the room.

"Grandpa, I understand." The girl called Orange put the broom in her hand in the corner and hurriedly boiled water.

After boiling the water, I came back to continue looking for fallen leaves.

"Orange, isn't dinner ready yet? Hurry up and cook!"

"Orange, go to the backyard and feed the dog!"

"Orange... Orange... Orange..."

The girl sighed, "Grandpa really knows how to boss people around."

Yamabuki Chidori and Saitō Fubōfu stood on the wall, watching the girl being ordered around, and they found it somewhat amusing.

A short while later, an Old Man in his seventies came out of the room. Although judging from the courtyard, his family was not particularly wealthy, the old man was still dressed in very luxurious clothes, although the edges of the clothes showed that they must have been worn many years ago.

Most importantly, this Old Man Yamabuki Chidori, knows him.

The Old Man's name is Ishida Jin, and he is Ishida Aoi's youngest son.

"I see, they've separated their households too," Yamabuki Chidori said.

When Ishida Aoi Ishida Aoi death, his children divided his estate and went to various parts of the country. Those who were capable were able to develop their fortunes and become new wealthy families within forty or fifty years.

The old man in front of them was clearly one of those incompetent people who could only squander the inheritance he received years ago.

Despite this, he was unwilling to give up his aristocratic status, still believing himself to be a descendant of a top Great Noble and that he should continue to live a life of extravagance and debauchery.

Yamabuki Chidori held a handful of roasted peanuts, eating and laughing. Unless someone has a powerful background or a strong backer, they have to be shameless to make big money.

A tree without bark will surely die; a person without shame is invincible.

During his more than 100 years in power, Yamabuki Chidori gradually came to understand the essence of this saying: many times, when the people under your command throw tantrums at you, you have to be even more unruly than them.

After a century of trials and tribulations, he was no longer that spirited young man.

Go further and further down the path of invincibility.

The water was ready, and Ishida Jin took out a very exquisite tea set, which looked quite old. It was something he received when the family divided their property. Over the years, life had become increasingly impoverished, and he had sold everything he could, but he had never been able to bear to sell this tea set.

"The tea set is still good, but it's a pity the tea is a bit lacking!" Ishida Jin said, shaking his head.

Ishida Orange couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was already grateful to have anything to drink!

There are five people in their family. The parents run a small business in the city to barely supplement the family income.

Ishida Orange also has an older brother who joined the Daimyo in the castle and became a samurai under his command. However, a war is about to break out, and she doesn't know if her brother will be able to come back alive!

Chapter 83: The Boy Hunted by Death

Besides that, the girl had another very important person.

That person used to peek inside whenever he passed by their house, but he hasn't come in the last few days.

Orange couldn't help but look towards the door.

Seeing his granddaughter staring blankly at the door, Ishida Jin coughed heavily. "What are you staring at? That brat has been conscripted and will never come back. You'd better forget about him! Your grandparents are famous Great Noble in Kyoto. If you want to marry, you must marry Daimyo's son or a wealthy merchant. What makes a poor boy like him think he can marry my granddaughter?"

Orange's eyes held a hint of melancholy as she casually swept the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Is it interesting to watch these people?" Saitō Fubōfu reached out and took a peanut from Yamabuki Chidori's hand, popping it into his mouth.

"This is a grand scheme I'm playing, preparing for what's to come a thousand years from now. Don't you dare mess it up," said Yamabuki Chidori.

Feeling bored, Saitō Fubōfu, turned and walked towards the city. "I'll go for a walk and come back later. By the way, what should we eat tonight?"

"Whatever!" Yamabuki Chidori said casually.

As the sun set, a middle-aged couple returned home and tallied up the money they had earned from their small business that day.

The couple was actually quite content with their life. Although they didn't earn much, they were at least financially secure and had a son and a daughter. Enjoying their retirement like this was a good option.

But unforeseen events can happen at any time.

In chaotic times, insignificant people like them have no control over their own destiny. In this era, this land is in utter chaos. Anyone can gather a hundred or so people and declare themselves king. Today you swallow me up, tomorrow he swallows you up. The supreme emperor in their hearts is just a mascot sitting there, completely useless.

Meanwhile, the lord of the small city beneath their feet was engaged in battle with another force.

A storm is brewing, but they are still oblivious to the chill in the air.

As night Descent, Ishida Orange lay on her wooden bed, tossing and turning, thinking about what her grandfather had said.

Is that person really not coming back?

Just as I was lying in bed, half asleep, a small pebble gently hit the window.

Ishida Orange was slightly startled and quickly rolled over to sit up.

She gently opened the window, and standing outside was the boy she had been longing for day and night.

Bathed in the soft moonlight, the boy's figure was revealed. Judging from his appearance, he was probably Little Ichi than Orange, around fifteen or sixteen years old. His face still carried the childishness unique to young boys, but his eyes were very firm, and he possessed an charismatic presence.

"Kurosaki! I heard from Grandpa that you were arrested. How did you get back?" Orange asked with a look of surprise.

The boy's name is Kurosaki Jun. His ancestors were apparently high-ranking officials, but their family fortunes declined later.

In ancient Japan, ordinary people only had given names and no surnames. It wasn't until modern times, in order to facilitate management and conscription, that the government ordered all people to choose their own surnames.

The girl's face was filled with excitement and shyness, while the boy's face remained cold and stern.

"I was indeed captured by the city lord's forces, but I managed to escape secretly. I overheard the city lord and his men talking; war is about to break out here soon. Your whole family should leave this city quickly," the boy said.

"A war? But... there's not a single whisper of it..."

"That's the scariest part. Anyway, you'd better run away quickly," the boy said.

Orange looked at the boy in front of her with great reluctance.

Unbeknownst to her, the girl's heart had already been stolen.

"So... where are you planning to go? Are you going back to the army?" Orange asked.

"No, I don't plan to go back. I want to go to a farther place," the boy said.

They had known each other for a long time, growing up Little Ichi, but their fates were full of twists and turns; they were both insignificant figures in a chaotic world.

"Chun, can I come with you?" Orange mustered up a lot of courage to say those words again.

She hoped to leave with the boy in front of her, as far away as possible, to a world where there was only the two of them.

"No way!" the boy refused without even thinking.

The girl's face, which had been flushed with shyness, turned pale instantly.

"No, that's not what I meant. I really want to leave with you. But I'm being chased by a group of mysterious people right now. I can't drag you into this, and I can't stay here too long, or they'll find me!" The boy said, lifting his shirt to reveal a three-inch-long wound on his abdomen, still bleeding.

The girl turned pale upon seeing this.

Suddenly, an old man's angry roar came from the inner room, "Orange, who are you talking to? Is that brat here?"

"Oh no, it's Grandpa!" Orange panicked immediately. If Grandpa saw this, she would be in deep Yellow River no matter what.

The boy hurriedly put down his clothes, covered his wound, and climbed over the courtyard wall to escape, while Ishida Jin stormed in angrily with a rolling pin in his hand.

"I know that brat is here! I can sense his presence..." No matter what, Ishida Jin inherited the Quincy bloodline. Although he failed to become a formal Quincy, his spiritual sense was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

When I was a child, I could occasionally see things that ordinary people couldn't.

As I grew older, this ability disappeared.

"Grandpa! Don't talk nonsense, it's really nothing!" Ishida Orange spread her arms to protect the window, hoping the boy would leave quickly.

Ishida Jin searched his granddaughter's room in a huff, but finally gave up when he found nothing.

"I've already told you that brat is no match for my granddaughter. You should forget about him as soon as possible. Besides, he's a deserter now. If the city lord finds out, our whole family will be in deep trouble, and it might even implicate your brother!" Grandpa said in a deep voice.