The Unforgiven from Shinigami
"Emergency order!"
The members of the Riteitai Shunpo rushed into the captain's bedroom, the heat they carried gradually dispelling the chill.
Smack
Shiraishi lost control in his mental state and fell again.
It wasn't due to my own fault, but rather to external factors.
He woke up, his tone somewhat annoyed, and said, "Why are you yelling at me? Don't you have any manners? Can't you see I'm sleeping?"
Beneath the heavy mask, the man looked completely bewildered. It was already 2:30 in the afternoon; was it wrong for him to shout?
" Captain Shiraishi, the Captain-Commander has issued an urgent order, requesting you to pursue the Silver Flash Tsukikage Yagyū."
What's she doing at Seireitei?
Shiraishi was a little confused. He remembered Rangiku saying that the guy was hanging around in South Rukongai.
The Riteitai replied, "We don't know. The Tsunayashiro Clan suffered a burglary and heavy losses. To prevent the nobles from becoming fearful, the Captain-Commander ordered the Silver Flash to be arrested as soon as possible."
"Heh, they're getting anxious just because they've stolen from a high-ranking noble."
A clear sneer appeared on Shiraishi's face; he remained completely unfazed.
The members of the Riteitai dared not voice their opinions, bowing their heads and saying, "I still need to inform the Second Division Captain. Farewell."
"Hmm," Shiraishi replied, and the person in front of him Shunpo disappeared through the window.
He looked at the bright sun outside, sighed deeply, and really didn't want to go outside to catch some thief who was somewhere in this weather.
Looks like I'll have to trouble that good brother again.
" Azashiro, Azashiro."
Shiraishi whispered a couple of times.
Inside the room, Reishi surged and condensed into a tall, slender figure with a cold expression. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with the fact that the figure had summoned people out repeatedly; it was simply his expression.
" Azashiro, do you know where Silver Flash is?"
Sōya Azashiro shook his head and said, "No, it was him. Tsukikage Yagyū did not reach Seireitei. The person who stole a large number of Fullbringer' corpses from the Tsunayashiro Clan was Aizen Kaori!"
Shiraishi looked surprised and asked, "What does he need that for?"
"I don't know. He specially created an alternate dimension to house the corpse; it must have some other purpose."
Sōya Azashiro filters out most of the news about Seireitei, only paying attention to a very few people.
First, there's Aizen, and second, there's Shiraishi Tsunayashiro Tokinada.
Shiraishi is only half a person; if you don't call him by his name, you won't pay much attention to him.
"This is troublesome," Shiraishi muttered. In another dimension, there's no way to catch someone red-handed.
The information was provided by the Muken convict, Sōya Azashiro, who falsely accused a diligent Fifth Division.
Even Shiraishi could see that Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto wouldn't believe it, and it would only attract Aizen's attention.
Strange, the original work doesn't say that Aizen stole the corpses of the Fullbringer from the Tsunayashiro Clan. Weren't those meant to be left for Tsunayashiro Tokinada to make Hikone Ubuginu?
Shiraishi frowned. Was it simply omitted? Or had the original plot changed?
"I should go," said Sōya Azashiro, his figure gradually disappearing into the air.
Shiraishi snapped out of his reverie and asked, "When are we going to Hueco Mundo again?"
"No rush, we still need some time."
The Research and Development Institute hadn't produced many Gigai when he vanished completely into thin air.
" Captain Shiraishi."
The Japanese-style sliding door was suddenly opened.
Rangiku Matsumoto stood at the doorway, breathing heavily, beads of sweat trickling down her neck, pooling between her two undulating breasts to form a mouthwatering sweat stain. " The Riteitai has given the order."
"Alright, you don't need to repeat yourself. I know who it is, it's Silver Flash."
Shiraishi slowly stood up. What a hassle! Searching for someone I know doesn't exist—I have absolutely no motivation.
The sun is so big.
"You guys handle it. Find out which door that guy escaped through, and then report back to me."
He sat back down, too lazy to waste time catching a non-existent criminal.
Rangiku Matsumoto's eyes widened, and she put her hands on her hips, saying, "It's one thing to slack off all the time, but you can't even stand up straight now. What kind of man are you, always so weak and limp?"
"A man is a boy until he dies."
Shiraishi replied slowly, still unprovoked, choosing to lie down and let whoever wanted to go find him in this heat.
He certainly wouldn't do something that would be a waste of effort.
"Hopeless." Rangiku Matsumoto slapped her forehead. She had thought that Rangiku could be like Captain Shiba, usually carefree but capable of standing up for him in crucial moments.
As a result, he was carefree and irresponsible in normal times, and he was just as carefree and irresponsible in crucial moments.
She was absolutely furious.
"Okay, you can continue to lie here and sleep in!"
Rangiku Matsumoto turned around and used Shunpo to leave.
It's very hot outside, but the bedroom is very cool.
Shiraishi closed his eyes, returned to the spiritual world of his Zanpakuto, and continued his training in Bankai, ignoring the turmoil outside.
In any case, everything had already been arranged by that man, and in the end, everyone's conclusion was nothing more than a predetermined ending.
Rangiku Matsumoto led the members of the Tenth Division, braving the scorching summer sun, as they tirelessly moved about the courtyard.
The intelligence gathered was loose yet specific: some people had lost items, neither valuable nor cheap; some families had lost people, such as the elderly or children.
The events all occurred after the theft from the Tsunayashiro Clan's residence.
The direction was slightly south, and the final destination was Shuwamon.
The person guarding this door is a hero on par with the Sidanfang, Higonyūdō Jidanbō, whose physique far surpasses that of ordinary people; sitting there, he looks like a small hill.
" By Higonyūdō, have you seen anyone going out?"
Rangiku Matsumoto looked up and asked a question.
Higonyūdō scratched his head and said in a deep voice, "Yes, a woman ran out from inside. She wasn't wearing Shihakushō and had long silver hair."
"When?"
Rangiku Matsumoto pressed for an answer.
Higonyūdō truthfully replied, "It was around 2:40 PM. I saw her run out from inside. Did something happen?"
"That guy is the Muken convict from the Underworld, the Silver Flash Tsukikage Yagyū."
As Rangiku Matsumoto spoke, her brows furrowed tightly. That escaped convict was truly arrogant, completely disregarding Shinigami, stealing with impunity, and then leaving calmly.
Wait a minute, she suddenly remembered something. Shiraishi had said to check which door the other person had escaped from and then go back to inform him.
Was it already anticipated that they wouldn't be able to catch them?
Thinking back on this intelligence, she felt there was some coincidence involved.
Rangiku Matsumoto frowned. Was she overthinking things, or...?
Just as he hesitated, someone Shunpo and shouted, " Matsumoto, did you get anything out of him?"
Rangiku Matsumoto snapped out of her daze and said, "She got away."
"Tch," Soi Fon said with a gloomy expression, then asked, "Where is your acting captain?"
Rangiku Matsumoto, embarrassed to admit that her captain was sleeping in, lied and said, "We're searching for any traces left by the criminal in other areas."
"Tell him not to look, just meet here. If he's still out there, then let me go with him to Rukongai to hunt down Tsukikage Yagyū."