The Unforgiven from Shinigami
"You big idiot!!"
The roar came from the ward and traveled through the crack in the door into the corridor outside, making the passing Fourth Division soldiers' hearts jump and they hurried away to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
Inside the ward, Soi Fon's injuries had improved considerably. He sat up, leaning against the headboard, his eyes practically spitting fire.
At the bedside Marechiyo Ōmaeda wished she could shrink herself to 1.5 meters, no, 1 meter, to reduce the captain's firepower output instead of unleashing a barrage of attacks.
At that moment, even breathing felt wrong to him.
"I should have said that you must never let that guy out of your sight, whether he's sleeping or doing anything else, you must have someone on the Stealth Force watching him."
"Hi," Marechiyo Ōmaeda replied weakly.
Soi Fon's anger flared even more, the Roar, "You knew that, yet you still let him out of sight?! I really overestimated your competence, you idiot! You can't even handle the smallest thing!"
"I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't expect anyone to target You Kuo."
While apologizing, Marechiyo Ōmaeda couldn't help but defend herself, saying that while they were monitoring, monitoring that aspect of their sex life was practically watching the act of procreation, which was indecent.
Soi Fon clenched his Riot Games so tightly they cracked, then threw off the blanket and stood up. Thanks to the height of the hospital bed, he was still about the same height as Marechiyo Ōmaeda.
He swallowed hard, raised his hands, and said, " Captain Soi Fon, please calm down. I was wrong. Please don't hurt yourself."
Most importantly, whatever you do, don't hit him!
Soi Fon's face was as cold as ice, anger and forgiveness teetering in his beautiful cat-like eyes, but in the end, reason prevailed.
"Well, this idiot is the vice-captain I chose," she sighed, "I'll fine you a year's salary. Now get out of here and wait for me to change. The pleasure quarters should be closed off, right?"
"Hmm." Marechiyo Ōmaeda wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her face beaming.
"Roll!"
Soi Fon couldn't stand his smile, so he kicked him in the fat belly.
Marechiyo Ōmaeda chuckled, crouching low as she left the ward. He was shameless; it was great that he could easily avert the bitter consequences of mission failure with a single kick.
As for his annual salary, it's less than his monthly allowance, so it's fine to deduct it.
"Eh." Soi Fon out a heavy sigh, took off his hospital gown, revealing his body wrapped in bandages, grabbed his Shihakushō and put it on, then put on the sleeveless Captain's Haori and tightened the orange belt.
Her injuries had not fully healed, so she couldn't engage in strenuous activities. However, she had no problem with normal activities, so she jumped off the bed and put on cloth shoes that were easy to move in.
The Second Division is the only one of the Thirteenth Division that doesn't have all its members wearing straw sandals.
Almost all the soldiers in Punishment Force wore cloth shoes, and she, as the captain, was no exception.
Upon reaching the outer corridor, Marechiyo Ōmaeda was pestering a young girl from the Fourth Division, flaunting her wealth and family background.
Soi Fon went up and kicked him hard in the back of the head, pinning him to the wall of the Fourth Division. "The damage will be compensated with his gem ring."
" Captain Soi Fon, my gemstone ring is worth a building!"
Marechiyo Ōmaeda pulled her head out and loudly explained that her gemstone ring was definitely not as cheap as a wall.
"Who cares about that, you idiot."
Soi Fon cursed and strode towards the entrance of the General Infirmary.
Isane Kotetsu, who was coming towards her, stopped her. " Captain Soi Fon, your injuries haven't fully healed yet."
Soi Fon didn't answer, her face was gloomy, and her eyes were constantly releasing murderous intent. She hadn't forgotten that her loss of composure because of Shiraishi had been seen by someone.
"Hehe." Isane Kotetsu laughed so hard she almost cried. Being caught gossiping by the person in question was incredibly embarrassing, and she shrank back.
Soi Fon successfully left the corridor.
"How terrifying! Captain Soi Fon's anger is terrifying..." Isane Kotetsu cried out in her heart, but unfortunately, the captain and vice-captain were not there at this moment.
She couldn't even find anyone to confide in.
"Sorry, my team leader is always like this. This is the wall and compensation for you."
Marechiyo Ōmaeda took off a gemstone ring and put it into Isane Kotetsu's hand before quickly catching up with the departing Soi Fon.
"Wait for me, Captain Soi Fon!"
Soi Fon ignored the idiots behind him and left through the main entrance. The bright sunshine and hot air hit him, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
The incessant chirping of cicadas rose and fell, and the rooftop was bathed in a dazzling golden light. With a wave of her hand, she Shunpo vanished from the scene.
The four Punishment Force soldiers guarding the door caught up. Marechiyo Ōmaeda looked huge, but her Shunpo speed was not slow at all, and she easily caught up with the people who had gone ahead.
They arrived at the territory under the jurisdiction of the Tenth Division and headed straight for Yoshiwara Pleasure Quarter.
In the laws of Seireitei, the pleasure quarters are a legitimate profession. Many women and men with Spiritual Power who cannot be chosen as Shinigami are recruited into the pleasure quarters to become entertainers.
This industry pays significantly more than manual labor, and the food is better, but there's little dignity involved, and you're easily beaten.
The customers who went to the pleasure quarters were mostly nobles, people who looked down on even Shinigami, let alone the courtesans and courtesans, whom they saw as toys for others to play with.
When they're happy, things are fine, but when they're unhappy, physical and verbal abuse often occur.
Soi Fon had heard of Yoshiwara Pleasure Quarter's reputation but had never been there. She wasn't the kind of depraved woman who needed a man to comfort her inner emptiness, loneliness, and coldness.
Shunpo to Yoshiwara Pleasure Quarter, where the decor was extravagant and decadent, with gold elements everywhere.
Punishment Force, dressed in all black, had the place completely surrounded. The lobby was filled with women and men, as well as some guests.
Thinking about those things in broad daylight... Soi Fon glanced at the guests with disdain, then her gaze stopped. In the crowd, there seemed to be a face that looked familiar.
She glanced over again, blinked, and the other person raised their hand in greeting, " Soi Fon, you're discharged from the hospital."
"Who are you?"
Soi Fon's face was icy cold.
"I'm Shiraishi. Don't look at me like that, like I'm scum. This is all a misunderstanding. I'm here to investigate a case, not what you think."
He quickly defended himself loudly, then pulled out his Third Seat, "If you don't believe me, ask Hitsugaya; he can testify for me."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya raised his hand and said, "Yes, we came here to investigate the prostitute murder case. We just arrived, and your people have sealed off this place. What happened?"
Soi Fon's expression softened slightly as he said, "A murder has occurred in Yoshiwara Pleasure Quarter; a high-ranking nobleman has died here."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
Shiraishi's impression of the nobles was generally quite bad, especially those guys who came to the pleasure quarters in broad daylight; they were definitely not good people.
Soi Fon glared at him and said, "Watch your tone. This nobleman is different. If he dies, things will become very troublesome."