The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The Tenth Division's duty is to maintain order within the palace.
As the acting captain, Shiraishi must first understand the areas under the jurisdiction of each squad; this is the most basic requirement.
For example, the Tenth Division and Fourth Division are responsible for the southwestern region of the Hakutōmon Sect.
The Tenth Division is in charge of the outer court, and the Fourth Division is in charge of the inner court.
Rangiku Matsumoto kept introducing these common-sense facts along the way. Those dry words, when spoken by her, had a magical power that made people unable to feel impatient.
Of course, those who are too lazy to remember will remain too lazy to remember.
Shiraishi almost always let things go in one ear and out the other. His intention in becoming the acting captain wasn't to benefit the Seireitei or steal Tōshirō Hitsugaya's job; he simply wanted to visit the sick openly and legitimately.
" The Fourth Division and the Tenth Division are very close together, right?"
Rangiku Matsumoto paused slightly, her long-time slacker instincts telling her that when a seemingly careless person suddenly asks a serious question, it means they've most likely found an excuse to slack off. "What are you planning to do?"
"Visiting neighbors is a traditional courtesy, so I'll go visit Captain Unohana first, rather than going home~"
As he spoke, Shiraishi waved and said, "You can go back to the Tenth Division now. Goodbye."
"Wait!" Rangiku Matsumoto shouted, reaching out to grab him, but he had already vanished.
That speed is definitely Captain-level!
Speed is everything!
They have absolutely no sense of responsibility.
Rangiku Matsumoto could almost imagine that the Tenth Division's work would once again involve chasing and escaping.
Don't let me catch you!
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She rolled up her sleeves and used her full Shunpo to catch up.
Fourth Division, General Infirmary.
Bright sunlight illuminated the window frame, white curtains were drawn on both sides, and Soi Fon's neck and below were wrapped in bandages; it wouldn't heal for at least two or three days.
She turned her head to the side, her large eyes staring blankly at the floating clouds outside the window, still unable to shake off yesterday's fierce battle.
The tranquility of today and the fierce battle of yesterday are intertwined, seemingly tearing the whole world apart, and a strong sense of incongruity arises in my heart.
Even seasoned veterans would find it difficult to adapt in a short period of time.
"Sigh," she sighed deeply. A strong person? Could she still be considered one now?
She hadn't realized it before, but a series of recent battles had made her feel increasingly powerless, leading her to recognize her own weakness.
There's no hope with Zanpakuto; the only option is to start with Hakuda of martial arts technique).
As she thought about it, she slowly raised her hand, trying to grasp at the floating clouds outside the window.
You're quite childlike.
Suddenly, a figure crouching by the window appeared, blocking out most of the sky.
"Whoa!" Soi Fon hurriedly withdrew his hand, but forgot to control his strength, and crashed straight into the bed. "Ugh."
Her face contorted in pain, and she was drenched in cold sweat.
Are you alright?
Shiraishi hurriedly jumped out of the window and sat on the edge of the bed, showing concern.
Soi Fon practically spat out the two words through gritted teeth, "It's nothing."
"Don't push yourself. If it's too much, I'll call a nurse to come and take a look."
"I told you everything's fine!"
She gritted her teeth, suppressing the pain, and stared wide-eyed, asking, "How did you get here?"
Shiraishi smiled and said, "Of course I want to see if your injury has healed."
Yesterday you looked like you were about to die, but now that you're still being stubborn, you should be alright.
Soi Fon snorted and said irritably, "I'm asking how you managed to evade the Seireitei's guards and appear here."
Shiraishi said with beaming eyes, "Thanks to Ukitake for getting me the position of acting captain of the Tenth Division. From now on, I can come and go as I please."
"Acting captain? Hmph, that guy's really reckless."
Soi Fon pouted and said again, "Peel an apple for me."
"Good."
Shiraishi picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the table, took the fruit knife next to him, and began to peel it. His movements were not very skilled, and he did not have the superb skill of cutting the peel off in circles with a knife.
One small piece at a time.
You're so clumsy!
Soi Fon mocked mercilessly.
"Please, this is the first time I've ever done something like this."
Shiraishi rolled his eyes and continued, "Besides, my swordsmanship isn't about peeling apples here; it's about fighting for freedom and justice."
Seeing his Soi Fon look, Suifeng's lips curled up slightly. Even his usual nagging, which he usually considered nonsense, sounded like a gentle, soothing lullaby, making him want to close his eyes and get a good night's sleep.
In a daze, she saw the bright sunlight shining on Shiraishi's shoulders, forming a layer of golden mist.
It's so beautiful!
She was thinking to herself, unsure whether to refer to people or the sunlight, when her eyelids closed completely.
Shiraishi, oblivious, continued peeling the apple while talking. When he reached a strip where a bite would reveal the core, he looked somewhat embarrassed. "How about we get another one?"
There was no answer; he saw that Soi Fon on the bed had already fallen asleep.
"Are you kidding me?"
He muttered something, propped the apple up on the table, took another one from the fruit plate, and took a big bite. "Ouch, who bought these apples? And they're sour."
"Tart apples are more appetizing."
A gentle voice came from outside the door, and a tall woman stepped into the ward, carrying a tray with white porridge and pickled radishes.
Shiraishi chuckled and said, " Isane, how did you know I was hungry?"
Isane Kotetsu rolled her eyes at him and said, "This isn't for you, it's breakfast for Captain Soi Fon. Why aren't you reporting to the Tenth Division? What are you doing here?"
Shiraishi threw the sour apple into the trash can and laughed, "Visiting Soi Fon is definitely more important than work."
Isane Kotetsu frowned slightly. The tone of his voice didn't sound like a casual visit from a friend. She tentatively asked, "You like Captain Soi Fon?"
"Yes."
Such a frank answer left Isane Kotetsu stunned for a second, and she asked, somewhat confused, "What about Nemu?"
"I like it too, is there a problem with that?"
Shiraishi asked a question in return. (uu reading)
Isane Kotetsu blinked, feeling a little insecure after his answer, and weakly said, "Shouldn't love be one-on-one?"
"Really."
Shiraishi didn't deny it, spreading her hands and saying, "The problem is that I'm sure I like them, but I'm not sure if I'm in love with Soi Fon or Nemu."
Isane Kotetsu looked at the man before her, her doubts deepening, driving her to want to know more. "Why do you think that?"
"It's like when a person is thirsty they want to drink water, or when they're hungry they want to eat; the exact principle behind it is hard to explain."
Shiraishi shrugged, not wanting to continue discussing this ambiguous topic. He stood up and said, "I have to go. Vice Captain Daibo is storming over."
"Oh, let's talk again next time."
Isane Kotetsu's eyes revealed a strong thirst for knowledge; she was simply too curious about these kinds of emotional issues.
"Alright." Shiraishi waved his hand and left the ward with a Steel Tempest.
Isane Kotetsu was about to wake up Captain Soi Fon was lying in bed.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the upright apple, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Really ugly."
I still like her...