The Unforgiven from Shinigami
July 16th, sunny.
It's very hot.
Cicadas sing their songs in summer.
A girl's heart is troublesome.
Perhaps calling her a "young girl" is a bit of an exaggeration, but considering her petite figure and the face of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, calling herself a "young girl" is perfectly acceptable.
No girl wants to be called an old lady.
Even though she did live for decades.
Soi Fon sighed in frustration. Today was the day Shiraishi was to be discharged from the hospital, and according to information she had secretly gathered, it was at noon. Should she go to pick him up?
Go ahead, being as reserved as she is, she wouldn't do something so eager.
If we don't go, Nemu Kurotsuchi might take advantage of the situation.
She was certain that he would go to greet Shiraishi.
"Eh," Soi Fon sighed, feeling a tightness in her chest. She interlaced her fingers, stretched them out above her head, and brought her feet together under the table.
Stretch and relax.
She leaned back on her desk, looking at the pile of documents beside her, and an idea came to her. She decided to use the documents to decide whether or not to go.
"Go, don't go, go..."
Soi Fon counted his notes one after another.
Bang.
The door suddenly opened, startling her. She nervously shoved all the documents together, afraid someone would notice something amiss, and then asked with a grim face, " Ōmaeda, what's the matter?"
Marechiyo Ōmaeda wiped the sweat from her brow with one hand and waved a newspaper-like newspaper Seireitei Communication the other, her face beaming with joy. " Captain Soi Fon, look! The Seireitei Communication reports on the latest model produced by my company's gem company..."
He couldn't continue speaking.
Soi Fon's aura transformed from that of a frightened kitten into that of a furious tigress. She stopped covering up the documents, stood up, placed her hands on the table, and a light golden Reiatsu emanated from her petite body like mist.
An oppressive atmosphere hung over the entire captain's room.
" Ōmaeda, you seem to have a lot of free time."
The calmer Soi Fon's tone, the more flustered Marechiyo Ōmaeda became. Sweat poured from her forehead, soaking her Shihakushō. "Sui, Captain Soi Fon, I just remembered I've made lunch at home, so I'll take my leave now."
Before he could finish speaking, Soi Fon disappeared from the desk and appeared behind him.
With that, he jumped up, spun around, and kicked Marechiyo Ōmaeda on the head, yelling, "Idiot!"
Bang! Tiny golden stars exploded Marechiyo Ōmaeda's eyes, swirling around her head. She swayed a couple of steps, "Ugh, so dizzy."
winter.
The big guy fell to the ground.
Soi Fon was still not satisfied, so she kicked his fleshy buttocks hard twice more.
What an idiot!
She could forgive someone for important business, but she was so frightened by something so trivial that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
It would be unreasonable not to punish them severely.
Marechiyo Ōmaeda, Soi Fon looked at the documents on the table. Should she count them again?
She shook her head.
Thinking about it carefully, she didn't need to be so conflicted; it wasn't like she had any ill intentions like Nemu Kurotsuchi.
This was merely to congratulate Shiraishi on his discharge from the hospital, and to take this opportunity to thank and apologize for Tsukikage Yagyū's case.
This is out of normal aristocratic etiquette.
Soi Fon heart and didn't want to stay there for even a second longer, Shunpo to run outside.
Fourth Division, at the entrance of the General Infirmary.
Shiraishi removed his patient's clothes, changed into a Shihakushō, and draped a sleeveless Captain's Haori over them.
His short black hair was neatly combed, and his face was fair. He looked at the sun-drenched ground and then at the buildings in the distance, and he really wanted to burst out laughing.
That's not easy.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that each day felt like an eternity.
Fortunately, those tough times are finally over.
Shiraishi turned around. Apart from Retsu Unohana, no one else was seeing him off at the door. He said with a helpless expression, "Do you have to treat me like a thief?"
Retsu Unohana smiled and said, "What are you talking about?"
" Isane, assigning her to do things at such a crucial moment is clearly a way of saying they don't want her to see me off."
"I'll take you there."
She maintained her smiling expression, determined not to give Shiraishi the opportunity to deceive the young girl.
Shiraishi sighed, "Hey, don't be so jealous. I still love you."
Retsu Unohana stopped laughing, opened her eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Dreaming in broad daylight, are you still not fully awake? Looks like you need to stay and be observed for a few days."
"Haha, just kidding, don't take it so seriously, goodbye."
Shiraishi waved goodbye, not wanting to continue smelling the medicinal odor emanating from the Fourth Division.
Of course, the scent on Retsu Unohana is an exception.
Although it smelled like medicine, the scent on her had a particularly refreshing quality.
But this one won't stay by his side forever so he can smell it.
The same goes for Isane.
Aside from them, there was nothing in the Fourth Division that he would miss; he should leave when it was time to go.
He used his Steel Tempest to disappear through the doorway, and the next instant, he appeared in front of the Tenth Division's barracks.
There were no pedestrians on the street, and even though it was broad daylight, the gate was still tightly closed.
It's full of flaws.
As Shiraishi thought to himself, he raised his hand and pushed open the door.
Smack
Colorful ribbons floated down.
A deep blue cloth draped the courtyard, casting it into shadow, and over two hundred members shouted in unison, "Welcome back, Captain Shiraishi!"
"Haha, thank you everyone. You don't need to make such a big fuss and waste your time."
Shiraishi had already learned the truth from Isane.
After all, that person's lying skills are close to zero; with a little probing, they'll spill everything.
The Tenth Division wanted to hold a welcome party, so they specifically asked him to be discharged from the hospital at noon.
Although Shiraishi complained about the trouble, he was very cooperative in practice, staying in the Fourth Division for an extra night before arriving at noon.
"Everyone here genuinely wants to celebrate your discharge from the hospital, while some people didn't come because they thought it was too much trouble."
"But this is because your captain's prestige isn't high enough. If you work hard in the future, everyone will respect you."
Rangiku Matsumoto stepped forward and spoke bluntly, offering no excuses for the absent members.
She believed that Shiraishi wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for those people for that reason.
I hate working hard.
Shiraishi muttered a complaint, his eyes sweeping across the courtyard. He noticed the pairs of gazes directed at him, but the initial rejection and aloofness were gone; his eyes were now full of enthusiasm.
They genuinely support him as the acting captain.
He hadn't changed anything; he was merely displaying immense power.
Everything has changed.
The laziness of the past has transformed into the style of a strong person.
Dissent has significantly decreased.
"If you don't want to work hard, at least go to get off work regular hours."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya once again wanted to escape from the tedious affairs.
Shiraishi patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Don't worry, I definitely won't let you handle it alone next time."
"Next time for sure... "Tōshirō Hitsugaya suddenly had some doubts. Could it be one of those "next time after next" routines?
Rangiku Matsumoto didn't continue talking about work, and said loudly, "Alright, let's stop talking about those unpleasant things and get started!"
There were many tables in the courtyard, but no chairs, so people could walk around and eat in a flowing manner.
All the dishes are already laid out.
Shiraishi glanced back at the door; had someone been spying on him just now?
"Don't just stand here like an idiot! As the main character, you have to drink at every table!"
Rangiku Matsumoto pulled him forward.
If I get drunk, I can find an excuse not to work in the afternoon.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya doesn't drink alcohol, so he'll never get drunk.