The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Once, just once?!
At this moment, Soi Fon seriously doubted whether her father, who taught her the Kidō, was exaggerating, praising her as a genius after only half a month of learning the Bakudō No. 58.
If she's a genius, then what is Shiraishi, who learned it in one go?
She felt her self-confidence had been severely damaged.
"Wow, that's amazing! You learned advanced Kidō in one go, Captain Shiraishi! Are you really a beginner?" said Marechiyo Ōmaeda in amazement.
"Hmm, I've never tried this before. It's simpler than I imagined. I guess I have a tiny bit of talent for learning Kidō."
Shiraishi humbly replied that when he recited the incantation, his Spiritual Power moved with the words, and he didn't even need to control it; it was like a baby opening its mouth to drink milk, learning naturally.
Marechiyo Ōmaeda didn't hold back her praise, excitedly saying, "It's more than just a little; if I had to say, you're simply a genius in the art of Kidō."
"Shut up, let him focus on finding the person."
Soi Fon was already annoyed, and this clueless subordinate kept praising Shiraishi, directly walking into the line of fire.
Marechiyo Ōmaeda covered her mouth with both hands and stopped praising the person.
Within the silver light of the circle, the coordinates of a string of numbers ceased to Flash, freezing into a single moment.
Looking at the coordinates above, Soi Fon suppressed his unease, his mind racing as he located the corresponding position. His face grew serious. " District 6, Noble District, the main residence of the Shihoin Clan."
If it involves infighting within a prestigious family, things can become quite complicated.
It should be noted that the Fon Clan, a lower-ranking noble family to which she belonged, made a living by executions and assassinations, and had served the Shihoin Clan for generations.
She also once served in the Shihoin.
However, after Yoruichi's defection, she felt betrayed and never stepped across the gates of the Shihoin Clan again, always maintaining her independence and reaching the pinnacle of the Stealth Force.
She personally ended the Shihoin Clan's long-standing rule over the Stealth Force.
However, her parents still served the 23rd head of the Shihoin family, Yushiro Shihōin.
If she were to visit and investigate, she would likely be turned away.
" Captain Soi Fon."
As a noblewoman, Marechiyo Ōmaeda naturally understood the implications; in their eyes, bloodline was the most important thing.
Whether he is the team leader or not is secondary.
"Why don't I go take a look?"
"Idiot, what good will you do there?"
Soi Fon immediately retorted, his face darkening, "You stay here. Shiraishi, you come with me."
"Um."
Shiraishi did not refuse. He stood up from the ground, and the moment his hand left, the circle and silver light disappeared, returning to ordinary ground. " Hitsugaya, you stay too."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya nodded and said, "No problem."
After briefly instructing the remaining staff, the two left the house together through the open window.
The wind was hot, and the sunlight in Seireitei made the roof tiles glitter like pieces of gold laid on them.
With a Soi Fon touch on the roof ridge, the person Shunpo to the next building, their two braids, bound with bandages, flying high, the golden rings at the ends gleaming with golden light.
Shiraishi followed behind, at just the right pace.
After a while, Soi Fon landed on the roof of a building, gazing ahead, "That's the most prosperous place in Soul Society, the Noble District."
"I was here last time, but I didn't have time to look around properly then."
Shiraishi walked to her side, his gaze fixed on the aristocratic street ahead. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew—was he planning a sneak attack?
He quickly turned his head, feigning ignorance, "You."
A pair of soft lips silenced all his words.
They locked eyes.
Soi Fon was full of surprise. She only wanted to take advantage of Shiraishi looking at the noble street, jump up and secretly kiss his cheek, and that would be the end of it. She never thought about kissing him mouth to mouth.
Shiraishi stuck out his tongue, trying to pry open the soft red lips and delve inside to cool off together.
Soi Fon landed quickly, pushing him away with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, saying, "This is what we agreed on earlier, don't overthink it."
"That's not a kiss. They didn't even stick their tongues out; it was just a light touch at most. A kiss should involve the tongues interacting."
Why do you know so much?
The blush on Soi Fon's face vanished, and his eyes held a sharp, scrutinizing look.
If you have no experience, shouldn't you feel your heart race just from a little touch, like she did?
Feeling guilty, Shiraishi coughed dryly and said, "Even if I've never eaten pork, I've always seen a pig run."
"Hmph, is that so~" The suspicion in Soi Fon's eyes did not disappear, but he did not delve into it further. Rather than questioning the other party about his experience in that area, catching the murderer who killed Shin'ichirō was the most important thing.
"Once we enter the noble street, don't say a word. I'll handle everything, understand?"
"Hmm." Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief. If he continued to press the matter, he might reveal the truth about Kūkaku.
Oh dear, he's too honest; he's not suited to be a jerk.
Shiraishi muttered to himself as he followed Soi Fon down from the rooftop and walked to the gate of the noble street.
"I am Captain Soi Fon, the Second Division Captain, and he is Shiraishi, the Acting Captain of the Tenth Division. We request permission to go to the Noble District to investigate a murder case involving a high-ranking noble."
Soi Fon walked to the front desk and explained his mission there.
The 6th Division member in charge of registration quickly picked up a pen to help fill out the forms. These were supposed to be filled out by the applicants, but the captain's status was too prestigious.
Only registered team members could fill out the form. They handed it over and asked, " Captain Soi Fon, if you're sure nothing's been missed, please press your fingerprint."
"Um."
Soi Fon his thumb on the bright red inkpad and then pressed it onto the form.
The team member in charge of registration shouted, "Open the door!"
With a clatter, the gates of the noble street slowly opened to the left and right, revealing a wide road and rows of magnificent buildings.
The sun was bright, and rows of colorful oil-paper umbrellas crisscrossed the road, creating a large area of shade.
A cold, white mist emanated from the lanterns hanging around the street, allowing the nobles on the street to wear elaborate and ornate kimonos and adorn their long hair with various gold and silver ornaments even in the sweltering summer heat.
Shiraishi glanced over, utterly disappointed; summer was supposed to be a cool season.
"Don't look around." Soi Fon quietly kicked him from behind and strode towards the noble street.
The use of Shunpo is forbidden here, so as not to disturb the nobles taking a stroll.
The two walked forward, the chill floating on the ground around them dispelling the summer heat of their walk.
That was so awesome!
This is the life of the aristocracy.
Shiraishi sighed inwardly, walked through the bustling crowd, away from the shops on the aristocratic street, and entered the residential area.
There are no cold lamps here, and it's still very cool.
The tall walls cast shadows over the road, and the surroundings were quiet with a slightly chilly atmosphere.
"If you sense the culprit's Reiatsu later, don't speak. If you rashly accuse them, they won't admit it. Suppress it for now, and tell me who it is later."
Soi Fon carefully gave him some instructions.
Shiraishi nodded casually, and stopped at the gate with the sign of Shihoin.
Soi Fon walked up the steps and knocked on the door of the Shihoin Clan.