The Unforgiven from Shinigami
It's the beginning of another day.
Under the influence of alcohol, Shiraishi slept for a whole night and half a day, and he longed to wake up to a soft, limp voice.
Unfortunately, having too strong Spiritual Sense is sometimes not a good thing.
It automatically wakes up if anyone gets close, making it difficult to experience being woken up by a cute girl.
The familiar Reiatsu around him made him too lazy to open his eyes, hoping to elicit a gentle call, which he could essentially consider as being woken up.
" Shiraishi ~ Shiraishi ~ Wake up!"
Nemu Kurotsuchi's tone was gentle, like a spring breeze in April brushing against your ear.
My earlobes are tingling.
Shiraishi stretched, raised his hands above his head, opened his eyes, and said, "Good morning, Nemu. You're dressed rather unusually today."
Nemu Kurotsuchi squatted in front of the bed, wearing a very large black trench coat and a bright red bow around her neck.
Her smooth face had a semi-transparent quality, as if it would break if you poked it.
Those deep green eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting Shiraishi's languid figure. "Good morning, Shiraishi, I have a surprise for you."
"Well, I'm sorry, but nobody can scare me."
Shiraishi replied with a smile.
He has been cultivating a strong inner strength, aiming to remain calm in the face of both honor and disgrace, like watching the flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard.
I have no intention of staying or leaving; I simply watch the clouds drift and gather in the sky.
He could calmly face even Tsukikage Yagyū's death threats, so what else could frighten him?
Nemu Kurotsuchi stood up, pulled open her black trench coat, revealing her naked body underneath.
Before he could even utter the word "I!", he swallowed it back down, realizing something was wrong.
That means it lacks red and black.
Her entire body was too white, like an expensive bar of soap that no one had ever used.
It must be covered in some kind of latex suit that mimics real skin.
"Surprised? Akon said men all like this kind of excitement."
Nemu Kurotsuchi's face didn't show much expression, but her eyes were full of expectation, like an Alaskan Malamute waiting for its owner to throw it a bone.
Shiraishi slapped his forehead, feeling that she was challenging his moral bottom line as a man.
It would be a lie to say you weren't tempted by such blatant generosity.
How many men could resist making a move on a woman who can do whatever she wants?
Does this girl even know why he's been so painstakingly suppressing his desires?
They probably don't know.
If he knew the truth, he wouldn't need to suppress it so much. With a helpless expression, he said, "Don't listen to those kinds of people's nonsense in the future. Close your trench coat."
"Oh." Nemu Kurotsuchi's tone was somewhat disappointed. She closed her trench coat again; it had no buttons, relying entirely on magnetism to keep it from easily coming undone. She said obediently, "I won't listen to Akon anymore."
With just one sentence, he relegated Third Seat to the sidelines.
Nemu Kurotsuchi is a very obedient child.
Listen to what Shiraishi says, and listen to what Mayuri- sama says.
If the two disagree, she will make an appropriate choice and see whose side to listen to.
She had never seriously considered what would happen if the two of them were to clash. It was like trying to figure out what it would feel like to die; the result was often a blank.
"Hmm, what's for breakfast today?"
Shiraishi put away his wicked thoughts and sat up in bed.
Nemu Kurotsuchi placed the rectangular food box that was on the ground on the table, opened the lid, and revealed a sea bass that was a full 1.5 meters long. It looked like it was steamed.
Chopped green onions and cilantro surround the fish.
The enticing aroma is irresistible.
Shiraishi, intrigued by the long bass, asked, "Did you catch this fish or buy it?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi puffed out her chest and said with considerable pride, "This is a specially modified medicinal fish that I prepared for your discharge from the hospital. It's infused with eighteen kinds of medicine, balancing deliciousness and nutrition. You can try it."
Shiraishi picked up a chopstick, grabbed a piece of fish belly meat, and the part he grabbed turned into juice that flowed downwards.
He dared not exert any more force, so he gently picked up the fish meat, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and the fish meat turned into delicious juice that flowed into his stomach.
"Hmm, that's great!" Shiraishi exclaimed, praising the idea, and continued to enjoy his meal.
Nemu Kurotsuchi smiled and, without pausing, got up to clean the house.
He quickly devoured a large sea bass, letting out a satisfied burp. He placed the chopsticks back on the table, propped himself up with his hands behind him, and said, "Phew, I'm really full."
After cleaning up, Nemu Kurotsuchi returned, tossed the food back into the food box, closed it, and said gently, "I'm glad you're satisfied. I'll make you more nutritious meals in the future."
Shiraishi trusted her cooking skills and wasn't worried about creating a culinary disaster, so she asked, "Does your Research and Development Institute have any information on Kūkaku's whereabouts?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi shook her head and said, "Miss Shiba last appeared three days ago, briefly in Flower Village, the West Rukongai District Fifty-One, and then quickly disappeared without a trace."
" District Fifty-One... she really went far."
Shiraishi muttered something, then decided to go find the person himself; Kūkaku might not trust anyone else. "If you have any new information about Kūkaku, remember to notify me using the Denreishinki."
"Okay, I'll head back to the Research and Development Institute now."
Nemu Kurotsuchi picked up the food box and walked out the door.
Shiraishi didn't stay there any longer. He got up and saw her to the door, waving and saying, "Take care on your journey."
Nemu Kurotsuchi nodded, leaped out of the corridor, and with a few leaps, her slender figure completely disappeared into the horizon.
He crouched down, put on his straw sandals, closed the door, and used his Steel Tempest reach the Tenth Division's dining hall.
This place occupies a large area.
There were no deliberately planned tables and chairs for dining, but the members of the Tenth Division still spontaneously divided Seated Officer' area and the members' area.
Where the Seated Officer gather, there will never be ordinary soldiers.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya quietly occupied a table; he looked very young.
When he first arrived at the Tenth Division, many female Seated Officer approached him, acting like older sisters.
As he demonstrated his genius and rose through the ranks, those people left him again.
What is the reason?
Tōshirō Hitsugaya wasn't interested in figuring it out; he was used to people leaving and never asked why.
"Yo, good morning, Hitsugaya."
A flippant voice came from behind.
There was absolutely no prior warning.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, " Captain Shiraishi, it's not time for work yet."
The implication was that he shouldn't be disturbed while he was eating.
Shiraishi chuckled and said, "Sorry, I have urgent business to attend to and need to leave Seireitei for a few days. I'll leave the affairs of the Tenth Division to you and Matsumoto."
"Ha?"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya turned around, but the man had already disappeared. He had come here simply to inform him, not to seek his opinion.
"That's really capricious. Are all captains like this?"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya slapped his forehead with his small hand, understanding in his heart that this was probably the kind of captain he had encountered.
Hinamori said that Captain Aizen is very diligent.
The Tenth Division is truly cursed.
He sighed inwardly and continued to drink his porridge.