The Unforgiven from Shinigami
In the Soul Society, a world steeped in feudalism, it's difficult to live a comfortable life without the blood of a high-ranking noble.
We can only rely on our strength.
Shiraishi is very clear about his own strength. In the current version, he cannot be called the strongest and still needs to work harder.
Leveling up by defeating monsters is the primary way to become stronger.
But how to level up by defeating monsters is another thing to consider.
His trip to Hueco Mundo at the beginning of the month was very inspiring.
Compared to his piecemeal approach of killing giant Hollows in Soul Society, Hueco Mundo plenty of Adjuchas, Gillian, and even Espada and Arrancar in Hueco Mundo.
They have more experience killing them.
With Sōya Azashiro there, it shouldn't take too long for them to re-enter Hueco Mundo.
Within the limited time available, the only way he could think of to become stronger was not to kill giant Hollows, but to continue figuring out the form changes of Bankai.
Wingsuit flying has made significant progress; it no longer sinks immediately upon takeoff. As long as the Infinity requirements are met, the next form name will be obtained, thereby unlocking new skins and abilities.
His combat power will be greatly enhanced, and if he marches into Hueco Mundo, he won't need to be so timid and will be able to go toe-to-toe with the top Espada.
He had already clearly defined his short-term goals and future plans, and even seeing Aizen's strength did not discourage him.
As long as he follows the plan, he will have no rivals ahead!
With a few crunches, Shiraishi gnawed the apple down to the core.
Aizen returned to the viewing platform, his eyes behind his glasses scrutinizing him as he asked, "Was it delicious?"
"Hmm, not bad," he replied truthfully.
Aizen smiled, sat down in the chair next to him, picked up an apple, and took a big bite.
Seeing that the outcome was decided, Yushiro stood up from his seat and called out loudly, " Third Seat Michibane, please come over here."
Aura Michibane jumped from the ring to the front of the spectator stand and stood there quietly.
A servant from the Shihoin Clan brought over a tray covered with a red cloth.
Yushiro lifted the red cloth, revealing a thin, black steel cable, a kunai, and six balls linked together. "This is the Freely Controlled Cord. You can inject Reiatsu into it to control its length. It is extremely sharp, so please use it with care."
This is Dissolving Balls. If a body is hit by the first ball and then by the second, it will dissolve. It's a one-time use item; use it only as needed.
"Um."
Aura Michibane grabbed the treasured spirit tool from the Shihoin Clan, wrapped the Freely Controlled Cord around his waist, and stuffed the Dissolving Balls directly into his chest, leaving only his head sticking out.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with doing it; she just wanted to make things convenient.
"The selection process for the Fourth Seat begins..."
Yushiro loudly announced the selection of the next Seated Officer.
Shiraishi continued watching.
This battle was significantly more intense than the Aura Michibane; both sides were equally bad, and unexpected tactics were frequently used.
Some of the dishes were so impressive that even Shiraishi exclaimed, "Wow, these are amazing!" They were so delicious that he changed the fruit platter on his table several times.
By noon, the selection of the Seated Officer was still not over; only six seats had been chosen after a fierce competition.
The Shihoin Clan provided a sumptuous meal, so Shiraishi took the opportunity to have lunch there and sample the culinary skills of a chef from a noble family.
It's definitely much better than Nemu.
Time passed slowly, and by evening, the top twenty seats in the Gold Seal Unit had been confirmed.
The Shihoin Clan provides dinner, Shiraishi chooses to stay. It's a rare opportunity; one can't eat the chef's skills at a noble family's house every day.
Oblivious to his gluttony, a pot was flying towards him.
The bedroom of the captain of the Tenth Division.
At the entrance, inside the corridor.
Nemu Kurotsuchi, dressed as a bunny girl, jumped in from outside. Looking at the lunchbox placed by the door at noon, she reached out and opened the top layer; the dishes inside were untouched.
He didn't come back this afternoon either.
A thoughtful glint flashed in her deep green eyes. What about tonight?
I looked down at the food box in my hand. It's so hot; maybe it would taste better if it were a little cool.
Should we go inside and wait?
Nemu Kurotsuchi, figuring that Shiraishi probably wouldn't mind her intruding. " Shiraishi, I'm in."
It's normal that no one answers.
She opened the sliding door; it wasn't locked, which was normal. Nothing in the bedroom belonged to Shiraishi personally, so there was no need to lock the door.
Nemu Kurotsuchi arranged the evening dishes on the table, placing the empty food containers alongside the lunch containers.
We'll take it back later and feed it to the experimental subjects at the Research and Development Institute; we can't let it go to waste.
She knelt there obediently, waiting.
A moment later, the door moved slightly, her eyes lit up, and she stood up, saying, "Bai."
The door opened, revealing a petite figure.
Nemu Kurotsuchi quickly changed her tune, " Captain Soi Fon, what brings you here?"
Soi Fon was taken aback by her presence. He stood frozen at the doorway, his beautiful cat eyes catching sight of the delicious food on the table, before he thought back to the rice balls he had made...
The disparity was too great, making her too embarrassed to even offer her the lunchbox. She silently hid it behind her back and said expressionlessly, "If you can come, why can't I?"
That's not what I meant.
Nemu Kurotsuchi quickly shook her head, her two rabbit ears swaying.
Soi Fon narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on her chest, then glancing at himself, his expression growing even colder. "Hmph, as the vice-captain of the Gotei 13, don't you have any shame dressing like this?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi couldn't understand why she was angry, but she still answered truthfully, "I've already finished work, and according to the rules, I don't need to continue wearing the Shihakushō."
"Then go dress like this and go to other men's rooms!"
Soi Fon's eyes were sharp as knives, and his tone was like a knife, stabbing fiercely into Nemu Kurotsuchi's heart.
This tough attitude made her seem even softer, and she said weakly, "It was Shiraishi who told me to dress like this, saying it would make him happier."
"Ha?"
A look of astonishment crossed Soi Fon's face. Seeing her honest and obedient appearance, his anger gradually subsided, and he asked, "Did he help you and then ask you to do this in return?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi. Shiraishi had indeed helped her a lot and had mentioned changing clothes. She nodded and said, "Yes, how did you know?"
That beast!
Soi Fon slammed his fist on the door frame, cracking it instantly. He did the same to her, and he did the same to Nemu Kurotsuchi.
So that guy was just taking advantage of every woman he was grateful to.
Her small face was filled with murderous intent as she gritted her teeth and said, "Where is that bastard?"
I'm still waiting for him to come back.
Nemu Kurotsuchi replied, "What do you want to see him about?"
"It's nothing, I just want to kill him."
Soi Fon's face was gloomy. He turned around, exposing the bento box he was holding to Nemu Kurotsuchi's view.
"?" She was still wondering what it was.
Soi Fon had already Shunpo left this place.
Nemu Kurotsuchi rested her chin on her hand. Why did Captain Soi Fon look so angry?
Judging by its shape, it should be a bento box, right?
Before she could figure it out, Shiraishi, having eaten and drunk his fill, appeared at the doorway using his Steel Tempest.
" Shiraishi ~"
Nemu Kurotsuchi abandoned all her questions and ran forward. The aroma of food slowed her pace. "You ate someone else's dinner?"
"Uh," Shiraishi looked at the table full of food, then at her expression, and said against his will, "No, I didn't eat any, I just picked up some food while passing by."
"That's wonderful! I've prepared a very sumptuous dinner!"
"Hehe." Shiraishi chuckled.
A person shouldn't be so easily killed by overeating, right?