The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Shiraishi fell silent.
Do you want the reward?
His gaze swept over the chest covered by the Shihakushō, meeting the crescent-shaped eyes and the raised Riot Games.
Judging from his posture, if he dares to talk nonsense, he's definitely going to get a beating.
Considering his current physical condition, he swallowed his joke and focused on thinking about what he wanted.
Money? Honor? Status?
Everyone thinks it's boring.
It would be more seductive to have Retsu Unohana wearing a swimsuit and barefoot stepping on her.
Or perhaps, the female Shinigami of the Gotei 13 were wearing swimsuits and black stockings, each with one foot...?
Shiraishi's eyes lit up; this was a good idea.
Retsu Unohana saw through his thoughts and said irritably, "Think seriously, and stop with those crooked ideas."
"Eh," Shiraishi sighed, forced to reject the idea, and after thinking seriously for a moment, said, "Then let Kūkaku be pardoned. She is innocent, and Captain-Commander Yamamoto should know that."
Retsu Unohana raised her delicate eyebrows. This was no small matter; pardoning her crime was tantamount to overturning the previous verdict of the Central 46 Chambers.
This verdict is different from the minor offense committed by Shiraishi; it is a serious crime that would remove the Shiba Clan, which has a history of millions of years, from the ranks of the great nobles.
Shiraishi looked at her.
She pursed her lips, but didn't speak.
Shiraishi interjected first, "I've shed blood and sweat for the Seireitei, and you can't even grant me this small request?"
Mad King Munemasa, Evil Doctor Genjirō, Silver Flash Tsukikage Yagyū, six Muken convicts from the Underworld, I killed three of them.
"I will convey your message to Captain-Commander Yamamoto. He will give you an answer as to whether he agrees or not."
Retsu Unohana did not agree directly, but instead replied in a cunning way by relaying the message on her behalf.
Shiraishi was speechless, his eyes fixed on the bowl on the bedside table. " Isane has been kicked out, so I have no choice but to ask you for help."
"Um."
Retsu Unohana responded, bent down to pick up the cicadas from the ground, and placed them one by one on the bedside table, not on her lap.
Shiraishi turned his head to watch her grill cicadas, his gaze always drifting from the cicadas to her face.
Her features were very beautiful, and her braided hair hung down in front of her chest, exuding a gentle femininity.
Her fair and delicate skin had almost no visible pores; her eyebrows were delicately arched; her nose was exquisite; her lips resembled bright red rose petals; and her long Matsuge trembled slightly.
Have you seen enough?
After finishing Retsu Unohana finally had time to fuss over someone's unbridled gaze.
She seriously suspected that if she didn't say anything, the other person would stay silent until dark; their skin was incredibly thick.
Shiraishi chuckled and said, "Even a lifetime wouldn't be enough to see it all."
Retsu Unohana smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly, her eyebrows arching gently, and she said softly, "Then how about I let you watch me for the rest of your life?"
"... Haha, let's eat cicadas instead, before they get cold."
Shiraishi chose to change the subject and didn't continue the conversation, fearing that his life would be so short that he wouldn't even be able to get through this afternoon.
Retsu Unohana laughed even harder; occasionally fighting with such a brat was good for her mental and physical health.
She didn't pay much attention to what Shiraishi said.
How could a woman over a thousand years old be made to blush and have her heart race by a little kid?
It seems impossible to even think about it.
certainly,
If Shiraishi had said those things to Kotetsu Isane, she would have stopped him immediately.
Isane is still young and can't distinguish between jokes and the truth, so she can easily fall for it.
If she could, Retsu Unohana really wanted to give Shiraishi a stern warning not to say those things to Isane, but she knew that doing so would be a waste of time.
If people were so easily changed, so many wouldn't die from personality issues.
When Shiraishi is lonely, he can chat with even a dog that doesn't understand human speech, not to mention his fair skin and long legs.
Retsu Unohana picked up a bowl from the bedside table and said, "Open your mouth."
The warm images of feeding her in his mind shattered, Shiraishi's plan to eat the last bite and lick her fingertips was also shattered.
Damn it, as expected of Unohana, she even anticipated this.
He sighed inwardly, opened his mouth, and welcomed a large amount of cicada meat into his mouth.
The meat of dozens of cicadas sounds like a lot, but in reality, it can be swallowed in one bite.
He chewed it heartily; the cicada meat, without any seasoning, still tasted fresh and delicious.
Just like the taste of that long-lost summer.
I've forgotten the specific details; I can only remember the satisfaction I felt at the time, and that there was no one around me.
His campus life was so bleak.
I used to blame reality, but now I realize it was largely due to my own excessive inferiority complex and pride, which made me unwilling to get close to others.
If he had had the mindset he has now back then, he probably would have had a very different campus life.
That's an answer that can never be confirmed.
"I have other things to do. You get some rest. Don't call Isane over unnecessarily; she's very busy."
Retsu Unohana gave a word of advice.
Shiraishi nodded without speaking, still chewing the meat in his mouth.
She picked up the bowl, turned, and walked towards the door. It was time to go to work and handle the duties of the Fourth Division.
The ward door closed.
It was quiet inside.
Only the lingering fragrance in the air testifies to the arrival of Retsu Unohana.
Shiraishi lay on the bed, slowly chewing, not in a hurry to swallow; the rest of the time would be very boring.
Having something to eat is better than doing nothing.
However, he couldn't keep chewing the cicada meat in his mouth forever, so he swallowed it, ending the only thing he could do.
What should we do with the rest of our time?
He stared blankly at the ceiling, then turned his head to look out the window.
"I'm so bored."
Shiraishi sighed. There were no girls to watch, no girls to chat with, and he couldn't retreat into his mental world.
It is said that this will aggravate the body's Reiatsu, thus having an adverse effect on the injury.
I want to sleep, but I slept too much today and still can't fall asleep.
Shiraishi only hoped that these days of reading would end soon.
He couldn't wait to run around the outside world, first to circle the Seireitei, then to find Kūkaku and tell her that her crimes were forgiven and that she didn't need to hide anymore.
Thinking of Kūkaku, he remembered the promise and knew he couldn't rush to find her.
You must eat and drink well to keep your body in optimal condition and avoid running out of energy.
Scenes flashed through Shiraishi's mind, vivid images as if they had happened yesterday.
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't suppress his longing for Kūkaku.
The saying goes, "A day apart feels like three autumns."
He wished he could get to Kūkaku's side immediately.
However, how should we explain the identity of the Shinigami Captain?
The only way is to seduce her.
After much thought, he felt that words were too pale and that expressing himself through actions was more in line with his public image.
This time, we'll spend ten days and ten nights proving it!
Thinking about the four days and three nights last time, Shiraishi felt he couldn't continue thinking about it; he felt stiff and about to explode.
He turned his head to the side, forcing himself to look at the blue sky and think about other things.
Time passed little by little.