The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The King of Scrolls is everywhere.
Without a doubt, Soi Fon is the kind of super-drama king who, when he gets working, wants to crush all his peers.
Shiraishi originally thought that with the prisoner escaping from Seireitei, everything would be fine and life would return to normal.
He can continue to lie here and practice various forms of Bankai without having to worry about anything else.
Looking back now, I realize how naive I was.
Reality is like Retsu Unohana's underwear; you can't just look at it whenever you want.
He slowly stood up and asked, " The Captain-Commander shouldn't have ordered us to chase them outside the Seireitei."
Rangiku Matsumoto crossed her arms and said, "It depends on individual interpretation. Your interpretation is fine, and Captain Soi Fon's is fine too."
"Ugh, this is such a hassle."
Shiraishi sighed deeply, knowing full well that the culprit was not Tsukikage Yagyū, yet still going to arrest Tsukikage Yagyū, who was nowhere to be found.
It would be a lie to say I had no resistance to it.
Rangiku Matsumoto sighed, brushing aside her orange sideburns with her right hand, "Since taking over, you haven't done a single thing that a captain should be doing."
To be honest, the value of leisure time needs to be highlighted by work. A guy who's unemployed all year round isn't leisurely; he's a complete waste of life.
"Don't underestimate Madao; he's protecting the world in his own way too."
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Rangiku Matsumoto couldn't understand his words, and her usually bright, sunny face showed a rare seriousness. "I just want to say, before you give up, at least try your best."
"Oh my, with a beautiful vice-captain like you, how could I possibly give up?"
While saying this, Shiraishi had to admit to himself that Rangiku was indeed very perceptive; she had actually sensed his intention to quit after just a few words.
"I'll show you my drive."
"Yes, Hitsugaya and I will be keeping an eye on things within the team, so you don't need to worry."
Rangiku Matsumoto had no intention of following along; she wasn't powerful enough to intervene in the operation to capture the Muken convict.
"Having two reliable subordinates is truly reassuring. I'll take my leave now."
After saying this, Shiraishi stopped nagging, lest he keep Soi Fon, with his fiery temper, waiting too long, and used the Steel Tempest to rush from here to Shuwamon.
Countless buildings were sculpted into chaotic lines, while the tall, pure white Seireiheki magnified infinitely in view.
The shadow cast on the wall creates a large shady area, and the hot air from outside the sunlight is gradually washed away, turning into a cool breeze.
Soi Fon stood by the side entrance, her shadow like a thin veil, gently covering her brows, as if frozen into ice.
She waited for almost half an hour.
Given that Rangiku Matsumoto used Shunpo to notify Shiraishi, who was out pursuing them, it shouldn't have taken this long.
But she waited this long.
This suggests that Shiraishi is highly likely hiding in the Tenth Division's captain's bedroom, completely disregarding the Captain-Commander's orders.
Unruly, disorganized, and powerful.
These keywords reminded her of the previous Sōji of the Stealth Force, who was the same.
They usually seemed to have a close relationship, but one day he abandoned her and left Soul Society without saying a word.
Memories of the past swirled in my mind.
Soi Fon, a familiar figure appeared before his eyes, wearing a nonchalant smile. "Who made you angry? Tell me, and I'll make sure they cry for their parents."
Soi Fon pursed his lips, turned around, and said, "Let's go."
Shiraishi scratched his head and said gently, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have been late and kept you waiting so long."
Even after using the Soi Fon Shunpo to leave, the irritating sound still lingered in his ears, as if a predetermined misfortune was clinging to him.
There's no escaping it, so we can only ignore it.
That day, she made up her mind to stay away from that beast.
It can superimpose the other person's image with Yoruichi Shihōin, making one realize that they might truly be abandoned by the other person and never see them again.
She was once again gripped by that indescribable fear; thinking about such things during a mission was highly unprofessional.
But that heart, that mind, always seems to come up with all sorts of strange ideas.
These thoughts became even clearer the moment I saw him in person.
It drove her to want to escape.
Even after venturing far from several Rukongai, she still didn't stop.
Shiraishi couldn't help but reach out and grab her wrist, asking, "Where are you going?"
Soi Fon flung him away forcefully, glaring at him and saying, "Let go! Who gave you the right to touch me!"
"Okay, okay, I'll let go."
Shiraishi was afraid of her. He loosened his grip, then raised it again, making the surrender gesture common in Soul Society and the World of the Living. "I know I kept you waiting. It was my fault. I apologize. Please don't be angry, okay?"
I'm not angry!
Looking at Soi Fon, it was as if he was about to press two bull horns onto his forehead and breathe fire from his nose.
Shiraishi's tone softened further as he said, "Yes, you're not angry. I misjudged you. You're so magnanimous; how could you possibly get angry over such a trivial matter?"
At this moment, the issue of capturing Tsukikage Yagyū had to be put aside; he had to appease the angry Soi Fon first.
Ah, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
He couldn't understand why someone would get so angry over such a trivial matter, to the point of neglecting their mission.
What happened to the principle of Stealth Force?
However, considering the Bankai of the Soi Fon, everything can be explained.
Such Bankai can only mean that her inner self is not as cold and restrained as her outward appearance; on the contrary, she is a hot powder keg.
They just said they'd blow it up.
"Are you mocking me for having small breasts?" Soi Fon grew increasingly angry. Whenever breasts were mentioned, he would think of the bunny girl Nemu Kurotsuchi. He hadn't noticed at the usual gatherings of the Shinigami Women's Association that she was actually so well-endowed.
"I can't compare to Nemu and the others in terms of bust size."
Shiraishi couldn't understand why Nemu was involved, but he knew what he should say, "A woman's charm doesn't necessarily depend on the size of her breasts. A real man is one who dares to climb steep cliffs. I think your breasts are just right."
"You pervert! You beast! Stay away from me!"
Soi Fon glared. "You actually called it a cliff? Damn it, it's still about the size of a meat bun!"
"..." Shiraishi didn't know what to say.
He was completely incapable of charming girls in his past life.
He was once quite pleased with himself for it, thinking that being single was wonderful because he didn't have to deal with those angry women.
Now, he feels that having girls he needs to coax is far better than having none at all.
"Calm down and listen to me."
"I'm very calm," Soi Fon replied coldly, trying to control her temper.
Strangely, the gentler Shiraishi's attitude, the greater and harder his temper became to control.
He clearly didn't even understand why she was angry, yet he kept apologizing, thinking it would make her feel better?
"You're the one who keeps saying nonsensical things. Our priority is to capture Tsukikage Yagyū, not to chat idly here."
Soi Fon wanted to end the conversation.
Shiraishi isn't stupid. If he went to arrest someone in this situation, and something went wrong, he'd be dead for sure.
Internal unity is essential.
At this time, what are some good ways to resolve the conflict?
A lyric suddenly flashed through Shiraishi's mind.
Even a kiss could once free us from loneliness.