The Unforgiven from Shinigami
At this time, the earth was ravaged.
There were charred remains from lightning strikes and deep craters from Cero. From a high altitude, the entire area surrounding the North District 30 looked like a giant honeycomb.
Black particles floated around Shiraishi's body as he exited his Bankai form as the Nightbringer, returning to his original state. "Phew, that was tiring."
Wiping the sweat from his hands, he checked his earnings: 700 experience points had been credited to his account.
My current experience is 1190, just a few hundred more to advance to the next level.
Today was a very fruitful day.
It's really tiring, though.
From Hueco Mundo to Soul Society, the battle had been almost nonstop. Shiraishi let out a heavy sigh of relief, finally feeling relieved.
Soi Fon said weakly, " The Fourth Division's reinforcements should be arriving from behind. Carry me over there."
Shiraishi glanced at her and asked doubtfully, "Can you still move?"
"Just be gentle."
Soi Fon immediately started panting, wanting to get a good night's sleep, but also knowing that at this moment, it was best not to sleep if possible.
Shiraishi stepped forward, squatted down, and carefully reached out his hand.
"Ouch, that hurts! Be gentle!"
Her delicate brows furrowed.
Shiraishi sighed helplessly, "I've been gentle enough; it's just that your physical condition is too poor. You cry out in pain at the slightest movement."
"Nonsense," she muttered, her head spinning even more, her voice becoming heavy and nasal.
Shiraishi reached out and touched her forehead, his palm instantly warming up as if he were placing a hand warmer on it. "Wait here, I'll bring the Fourth Division over!"
Just as I was about to leave, a small hand grabbed my leather jacket sleeve. "Don't go..."
With his last Soi Fon of strength, Suifeng grabbed on, his helpless expression like that of a kitten being put into a box by its owner, so pitiful it was almost unbearable.
"Sigh." Shiraishi sighed, still intending to force it open.
A Reiatsu approached at high speed, and a brown-skinned man with a dreadlock appeared beside them. " Captain Soi Fon, are you alright?"
"She's almost dead," Shiraishi replied briefly.
Kaname Tōsen an eyebrow and said, "I'll go find the Fourth Division. I'll leave things here to you."
"Hmm." Shiraishi watched the other person leave in Shunpo, then sat down again, looking at the unconscious Soi Fon. He couldn't help but touch her burning cheek and said, "If only you were this affectionate when you woke up."
"Cough cough."
He was startled and quickly withdrew his hand, then realized that this was not a fake cough. His expression remained calm as he said, " Ukitake, it's been a while, and you're still as sickly as ever."
"It's all the same old problem."
Jūshirō Ukitake replied, strolling over to sit down beside him. "I really appreciate your help this time. Without you, we definitely wouldn't have been able to stop Genjirō."
Shiraishi shrugged and said, "If you really want to thank me, why don't you ask the Seireitei to drop the arrest warrant for me?"
"No problem," Jūshirō Ukitake agreed, believing that this achievement would be enough to offset his previous crimes.
Seireitei was able to handle certain issues tactfully.
If everything were taken so seriously, the current 11th Division Kenpachi Zaraki and the Twelfth Division Mayuri Kurotsuchi would have been imprisoned Muken, and would not be able to continue serving as captains.
Really?
Such a straightforward answer made Shiraishi somewhat skeptical.
Jūshirō Ukitake nodded and said, "If you're interested, you could even come and serve as the captain of my Thirteenth Division."
"Not interested."
Shiraishi flatly refused, saying irritably, "You're really up to no good. I'm so happy being free and unrestrained outside, and you actually want me to go to work 996?"
Undeterred, Jūshirō Ukitake continued, "Would you be interested in being the acting captain, the kind where you can work if you want and leave if you don't?"
"This," Shiraishi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Impossible. Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto will not agree. The position of captain is not a trivial matter."
Jūshirō Ukitake said in a deep voice, "If you agree, I guarantee I can persuade Master Genryūsai."
Shiraishi laughed and said, "If you can convince me, I wouldn't mind experiencing the life of an acting captain."
That's wonderful.
A relieved smile appeared on Jūshirō Ukitake's face. He had come up with the idea on a whim, but he was very serious about carrying it out.
Lately, he hasn't been as healthy as he used to be; his illness has gradually overshadowed his work.
He had previously pestered Kaien to join the Thirteenth Division because he felt his health was failing and he was afraid he wouldn't live long. He wanted to train a successor and retire to a secondary role.
He was still alive, while the chosen successor died.
Who should be entrusted with the future of the Thirteenth Division?
The battle he just fought has given him new options.
In terms of strength, Shiraishi is absolutely qualified to be a captain, and as for character, he dares to venture into Seireitei for his friends.
Jūshirō Ukitake admired this kind of person.
"If you're happy with the job, you can be promoted to a permanent position directly."
"Haha, impossible! If we keep going like this, Kūkaku will definitely eat me alive."
Shiraishi answered with a smile.
Thinking of that bold and unrestrained personality, Jūshirō Ukitake smiled and asked, "How has Kūkaku been lately?"
Shiraishi shook her head and said, "I don't know. She said she wanted to make fireworks, and then she ran off somewhere. Sigh, what a capricious woman."
"Haha, that's just her personality."
Jūshirō Ukitake smiled, then suddenly turned his gaze behind him, where he could vaguely see a black dot rapidly approaching. " The Fourth Division is here."
"Hmm, another acquaintance."
Shiraishi couldn't see people, but he could sense that familiar Reiatsu.
Before long, Isane Kotetsu jogged over. He didn't use Shunpo because the road conditions were too bad. The potholes created by the Cero were bottomless and numerous, scattered here and there, leaving a narrow path in the middle.
If you misstep while using Shunpo, that's extremely dangerous.
" Shiraishi, what are you doing here?"
"So I could see you," Shiraishi replied with a smile.
Isane Kotetsu blushed, unsure how to respond, and simply got into work mode, "I need to check on Captain Soi Fon's injuries. Please turn your heads away and don't peek."
The second sentence was clearly directed at a specific person.
"Oh."
Shiraishi honestly turned his head away. He didn't think Soi Fon's figure was worth peeking at; if he were naked, he might not even be as big as him.
He glanced down at his chest muscles, shook his head, and said, "They're not so good now. They were much better when I was fat. Everyone who touched them said they were great."
"He has broken bones all over his body and still has a fever. It looks like a broken bone has pierced his lung. This is bad. He needs to undergo a short-term surgery to stabilize his condition before being taken back to the General Infirmary for full treatment."
Isane Kotetsu touched the wound and assessed the extent of Soi Fon's injury. Her face was grave; this was the first time she had encountered such an injury outside of an exercise.
"Come on," she encouraged herself. "As long as I can maintain the level I showed during the exercise, this injury won't be a problem."
She took a deep breath and began to provide treatment.