The Unforgiven from Shinigami
She was holding the knife, her body swaying.
The front of the stronghold was mostly damaged, and the treasures collected had turned into dust and debris.
The servants gathered in the hall, their eyes darting around like a pack of hungry wolves facing a tiger, their gazes shifting between fear and longing.
They hated Tsukikage Yagyū, yet they were also afraid of her. They were so afraid that she could barely walk steadily, and even a single glance from her could frighten them into lowering their heads.
"Mother."
Ichirō Yagyū was the one who took the initiative to greet her. It would be a lie to say that he didn't hate this mother, but beyond the hatred, there was still a layer of kinship between them.
He will never forget who helped him fulfill every wish when he was a child.
" Ichirō, this is my Obstruction of Sight. Take it and go, go!"
Tsukikage Yagyū leaned on his shoulder, whispered something, and placed the Zanpakuto in his hand.
This is the last thing we can do.
None of you are leaving.
A gentle voice came from behind her. She turned around and saw a Shinigami wearing glasses standing there, with a pure white Captain's Haori draped over his Shihakushō.
Aizen gripped the hilt and slowly drew his Zanpakuto.
"Cough cough," Tsukikage Yagyū tried to push her son away, but as soon as she raised her hand, she started coughing. No, the injury was too serious.
It's lucky they didn't die immediately.
Ichirō Yagyū gently set her down, faced Aizen directly, and drew his Zanpakuto.
" Ichirō, no, you have to go!"
"I'm sorry, Mother, even in the end, I'll still be that disobedient and unfilial son."
Knowing that his mother deserved her fate, knowing that she wouldn't live much longer, why did he still stand in front, pointing his blade at the captain of Shinigami?
Ichirō Yagyū couldn't understand: are there so many questions in life, and can't one act without finding the answers?
That shouldn't be the case.
With that thought in mind, he gripped the hilt of his knife tightly and charged forward.
Aizen's face was devoid of his usual feigned smile, and he didn't utter a word, silently swinging his sword.
It was just a simple cut.
The sky and earth were bathed in the white light of the swords.
Everything dissolved in the white light.
Rumble.
Amidst the deafening noise, Ichirō Yagyū felt his body rapidly being destroyed, like a sandcastle in a typhoon, dissipating in the wind.
Aizen turned around, sheathed his sword, and there was no longer any trace of the mountain or anyone behind him.
All witnesses and physical evidence were destroyed.
The lost items of the Tsunayashiro Clan will also be lost forever.
His eyes behind the glasses were cold, but before he joined Retsu Unohana, the coldness softened into gentleness. "I really didn't expect that Tsukikage Yagyū would still have that level of power left behind."
Retsu Unohana, holding Shiraishi, said without much suspicion, "Thank you for your hard work, Captain Aizen."
"No, I just picked up the scraps; the real credit belongs to Captain Shiraishi."
Aizen smiled, instinctively adjusting his glasses, and asked, "Is he alright?"
"Hunger caused insufficient Reiatsu, and forcibly using Bankai put a heavy burden on the body. You need to return to the General Infirmary for treatment as soon as possible."
This time, Retsu Unohana's condition is truly beyond quick healing. Excessive Reiatsu depletion is different from an injury; Kaidō can only stabilize the injury. To truly heal, herbal remedies are needed for gradual recovery.
Aizen nodded, then looked at Byakuya Kuchiki, "How is Captain Soi Fon?"
"I was starving," Byakuya Kuchiki replied curtly, his black hair dusty and his appearance disheveled.
"Then let's go back to Seireitei."
Drip, drip.
A crisp sound rang in my ears.
Shiraishi's consciousness began to stir, his eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened them. The light in the room was somewhat dazzling.
He squinted to see the white walls and ceiling clearly.
Turning his head, he saw a large instrument on his right.
The beeping sound comes from the instrument.
A very tall figure stood in front of the instrument.
" Isane." He spoke, only to find his voice hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
Isane Kotetsu turned around, his face beaming with joy, and said, " Shiraishi, you're finally awake."
Is it three years from now?
"How could that be? Today is the 13th. You've only slept for about two days. To be able to move around normally, it will take at least another two or three days."
Isane Kotetsu spoke, she reached for the bag at the foot of the bed, "I'll change your urine bag."
"..."
Shiraishi felt very embarrassed. He wanted to move, but he couldn't. His limbs were firmly fixed to the bed, and he couldn't even move his ten fingers. Only his neck could be turned.
What kind of torture is this?
He mentally scoffed and asked, "How's Soi Fon?"
" Captain Soi Fon just fainted from hunger, nothing serious, she's already back at work."
Isane Kotetsu helped change the urine bag, and suddenly remembered that Soi Fon had instructed her to notify Shiraishi as soon as he woke up.
She put down the urine bag, picked up the Denreishinki, and quickly sent a message to Soi Fon, then sent messages to Nemu and Sister Rangiku one by one.
The Denreishinki doesn't have a group messaging function, so sending notifications one by one is really troublesome.
She thought to herself, then withdrew the Denreishinki and said, "I'll empty the urine bag for you. If you need anything, just shout, and someone will come to help you."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Shiraishi couldn't get over the fact that she helped change his urine bag.
I'm not used to being tied to the bed like this, and I really want to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.
As he thought to himself, he turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the window, and his agitated mood gradually dissipated.
A slightly warm breeze lifted the white curtains, gently caressing his cheek, while the cicadas chirped in the trees like a lullaby, making one want to fall asleep.
" Shiraishi!"
Her gentle voice betrayed her anxiety.
He was jolted awake from his drowsy state and looked towards the door. Nemu Kurotsuchi stepped into the ward, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, still wearing a red collar around her neck, beads of sweat running from her forehead to her neck. "Are you alright?"
Aside from being unable to move, I feel fine.
Shiraishi answered with a smile.
Nemu Kurotsuchi breathed a sigh of relief, took a small step to the bedside, placed the food box on the bedside table, and, unable to feign a happy expression, could only express her inner thoughts in an eager tone, "I made you a nutritious meal, would you like to try some?"
"Um."
Shiraishi readily agreed.
The wind outside grew stronger, and a familiar Reiatsu appeared on the window frame.
He turned his head and saw Soi Fon leap down from the window frame and walk to the bedside. Her delicate, palm-sized face was stern. " Lieutenant Kurotsuchi, could you please step outside for a moment? I have something to discuss with Captain Shiraishi."
Nemu Kurotsuchi didn't think there was any official business at this time. Her tone was gentle yet firm as she said, " Captain Soi Fon, I don't need to take your orders except for official business. Besides, the nutritious meals I make are definitely no worse than your bento boxes."
She saw that Soi Fon was holding a bento box behind her back, and realized that she actually wanted to monopolize Shiraishi. Captain Soi Fon is so domineering.
Shiraishi is everyone's Shiraishi.
Soi Fon glanced at her puffed-out chest, then looked at herself. Compared to the melon, her bun was so small that it was easy to mistake her for being malnourished.
His small face immediately darkened, and his eyes turned cold as he said, " Lieutenant Kurotsuchi, is this the tone you use to speak to the captain?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi said expressionlessly, "Outside of work, there's no difference between the captain and the vice-captain."
"..."
what do I do?
Shiraishi swallowed hard, his gaze darting left and right, sensing that the atmosphere was rather tense.