The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Shiraishi has excellent wines.
How good is it?
They are so kind that they will even lend a helping hand to an elderly woman crossing the street.
Despite being drunk, his consciousness was not clouded; on the contrary, his mind was very clear. It was as if his brain had grown a pair of small wings and insisted on floating in the sky, refusing to come down.
This made him sway unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment.
After running around for a while, Shiraishi suddenly realized that he didn't know the way. Where could he buy alcohol?
He stood at the deserted crossroads, lost in thought. The bright sunlight gradually became distorted, and the sky began to tremble.
"That's it! Ask someone!" He clapped his hands and quickly released his Spiritual Sense to search for someone he had recently met.
Here, there...
Shiraishi's eyes darted around, and he used his Steel Tempest to rush to the Fourth Division, shouting from outside the window, " Soi Fon, I want to ask you something."
The ward was quiet.
On a hospital bed, Soi Fon was covered with a blanket. His delicate, palm-sized face was full of tranquility, his long Matsuge were fluttering, and he no longer had the sharpness he had when he was awake. Instead, he was as docile as a kitten.
Shiraishi climbed through the window and saw this scene. He didn't try to wake her again, but stood quietly by the bed for a while before whispering, " Soi Fon, Soi Fon, wake up, I have something to ask you."
The air remained silent.
Soi Fon remained there, pretending to be asleep.
Why she was pretending to be asleep was something even she couldn't figure out; her thoughts were probably too chaotic.
Countless Soi Fon raced through my mind, shouting "Warning! Warning!" and tripping over each other, creating a scene as chaotic as Big Mom frantically grabbing items at a supermarket during a big sale.
She didn't know how to face Shiraishi.
In her envisioned future, she either becomes stronger or turns into a tombstone; there is no option of dating a man.
Therefore, when that unplanned future unfolded before them, the initial joy was quickly overshadowed by shock.
She instinctively chose to escape.
"Hey, if you don't wake up, I'm going to kiss you!!"
These words brought her to a halt, freezing all the Soi Fon thoughts in her mind as if a pause button had been pressed.
Hmm.
He let out a long sigh.
Her Matsuge fluttered slightly, and she opened her cat-like, jewel-like eyes, muttering, "What's all the noise so early in the morning? I'm a patient."
"Hehe, you were just pretending to be asleep."
Shiraishi smiled and asked, "Do you know where I can buy alcohol?"
"I don't know. I never drink. If there's nothing else, get out of here and don't disturb my rest."
Soi Fon closed his eyes.
Shiraishi's expression changed, and he sighed, "Sigh, you're becoming more and more indifferent to me."
"Don't overthink it. I'm just injured and want to rest and recover as soon as possible."
Soi Fon opened his eyes again.
There was no need to explain anything to a drunkard, but hearing his dejected tone, I couldn't help but offer my explanation.
She might not yet be sure if she has fallen in love with Shiraishi.
But at least one thing is clear: this man has broken into her closed-off inner world. When did she start caring?
This time, she appeared in response to her call?
No, perhaps even earlier, back in that amusement Paradise in the World of the Living, with each kiss, that heart had already begun to change.
But she was too naive at the time and didn't notice the subtle changes in her heart.
Looking back now, if she hadn't agreed to the date in this World of the Living, she might not be in this predicament.
Unfortunately, it was all too late.
She sighed inwardly, realizing she had already begun to change.
Shiraishi said with a broad smile, "So that's how it is. You should have said so sooner."
She said irritably, "I already said that once."
"The way you spoke to me before, I was sure you hated me. At least be gentler."
"Okay, I'll say it gently, please leave the ward so I can rest for a bit, okay?"
Soi Fon wanted to be alone to think clearly about the complex emotions welling up in his chest.
"I'll be going now, you get some rest."
Shiraishi didn't linger and immediately headed towards the ward door.
Seeing that he was really about to leave, Soi Fon subconsciously called out, "Wait."
"Is there anything else?" Shiraishi glanced back, his hand on the doorknob.
Soi Fon pursed his lips, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing, you can go."
"Haha, you don't need to pretend, I know what you're thinking."
Thump! Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest, and she exclaimed, "I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Stop pretending. You're hurt and feeling lonely, so you want someone to keep you company, right? Just say it honestly. I'm here with you."
Shiraishi returned to the bedside, sat on a stool, and stared at her, saying, "Sleep soundly. I won't leave until you fall asleep."
"... Hmm." Soi Fon wanted to explain, but then he thought for a moment, and wondered, what explanation could he use?
It's better to just accept it as is.
She closed her eyes, thinking it would be hard to fall asleep, but she actually fell asleep in no time, snoring softly.
This is why Shiraishi judged that she had been pretending to be asleep.
If Soi Fon is truly asleep, he will make a soft snoring sound. If there is no snoring sound, it means he is not asleep.
Shiraishi carefully got up, tiptoed to the ward door, opened it, slipped into the corridor outside, quietly closed the door, and then used Steel Tempest to silently leave through the corridor.
He appeared before the captain's office of the Fourth Division, pushed open the door, and said, "Good morning, Captain Unohana."
The captain's room of the Fourth Division was also spacious, but sparsely furnished.
Retsu Unohana sat behind a desk, her eyebrows long and slender, her bright red lips like blooming cherry blossoms, and her long black hair braided into a large plait that hung down in front of her chest.
Hearing the noise, she looked up and saw Shiraishi, unsteady steps, and immediately understood, "Are you drunk?"
"I'm not drunk, just a little dizzy. By the way, do you know where I can buy alcohol?"
Shiraishi staggered to the desk, his face slightly flushed.
Retsu Unohana smiled and said, "I only drink strong liquor. Are you sure you want me to recommend something?"
Shiraishi patted his chest and said, "If the liquor isn't strong, it's no fun. Just tell me what you want."
Retsu Unohana thought for a moment and replied, " Hirota Izakaya in the District 12 is quite good. Only a true master of sake can handle the sake there."
"Haha, thank you."
Shiraishi clasped his hands in a fist salute and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of the large braid hanging down her chest and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you wear braids?"
Retsu Unohana thought for a moment and said, "It's a secret."
"This hairstyle doesn't suit you at all, it's awful. Long hair looks much better on you."
After drinking, Shiraishi revealed the truth.
Retsu Unohana face and smiling eyes, said, "Do you know how many ways there are to make someone mute?"
Unaware of the seriousness of the problem, Shiraishi asked curiously, "How many kinds?"
"I'm not so sure about others, but as far as I know, there are 831 methods."
Retsu Unohana said something that sent chills down your spine, then smiled and asked, "Would you like to try it?"
"No, I'll go buy some wine instead."
Shiraishi quickly shook his head and used the Steel Tempest to leave the house.