The Unforgiven from Shinigami
West Rukongai District Fifty-One, Grain in Ear ).
It's hotter here than Seireitei.
The sun at 7 a. m. is comparable to the sun at 11 a. m. in Seireitei. If it were noon, an egg dropped on the ground would probably be roasted alive.
In addition, accustomed to the sound of cicadas chirping in Seireitei, he would suddenly go to a grove where there was no sound of cicadas.
Shiraishi felt a little uncomfortable, but quickly suppressed it. He stood under the shade of a tree, gazing at a village in the distance below the rocky hillside.
Where can I ask for directions?
Although Nemu Kurotsuchi sent the coordinates of Flower Village to the Denreishinki, he had never memorized a map of West Rukongai, so he naturally didn't have the ability to know the exact location the coordinates indicated.
He thought about it for a moment, but still decided against asking for directions.
The area Grain in Ear isn't very big. First, use the Steel Tempest to circle around and see if you can find Kūkaku's Reiatsu. Then, go to Flower Village and ask the others.
Shiraishi acted on his impulses, disappearing from the shade of the trees and transforming into a swift gust of wind, galloping freely through the Grain in Grain in Ear, his Spiritual Sense opening up.
They captured many residents of Rukongai who possessed Spiritual Power, but they couldn't find that familiar Reiatsu.
He slowly swept across the entire Grain in Ear area, as if underlining it with lines, until finally, he caught a familiar Reiatsu.
It was a long mountain range, with its highest peak reaching over four thousand meters above sea level, piercing into the clouds.
Bang!
A sound like thunder came from above the white clouds, and slowly, black smoke stained the clouds with a hint of black.
"Cough cough."
The woman coughed loudly, getting covered in black smoke; her attempt to create a super-duper large firework display had failed again.
She continued, encouraging herself, and planned to adjust and improve the original fireworks formula.
A pair of strong hands covered his eyes, and the man behind him spoke with amusement, "Guess who I am?"
Kūkaku Shiba's breathing quickened, and a slow smile crept onto his lips. " Ryūtarō Nakazaki?"
No, I'll give you one more chance.
" Shinpei Takagi?"
"... You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Hearing the aggrieved voice behind him, Kūkaku Shiba smiled, swiftly pulled out a weapon, and said slyly, "Oh, this size, you must be Shiraishi."
hiss.
His heavy breathing sprayed onto her neck, as if it were melting her.
What's the rush? They're not going to run away. If we start doing this now, we'll just end up with a mouthful of dust.
Shiraishi smiled and said, "No need, in my eyes you will always be beautiful."
"You've joined Shinigami?!"
Kūkaku Shiba turned around, and upon seeing his attire, her previous smile transformed into a dark expression, her olive-green eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Are you trying to capture me, a wanted criminal, and take me back to Seireitei to claim credit?"
"No, let me explain."
"No need to explain! What's wrong with your brain? You gave up being a wanted criminal to become Captain Shinigami."
Kūkaku Shiba grew increasingly angry as she spoke, jabbing her index finger hard into his chest. "You know perfectly well that I hate Shinigami the most, yet you still went and became a captain!"
The barrage of attacks overwhelmed Shiraishi, who initially intended to resolve the issue with a kiss, but seeing Kūkaku Shiba's posture, he realized she was a powder keg ready to explode.
It would probably burn your mouth if you kissed it.
He decided to explain, "I've secured a pardon for you, so you can now openly return to West District One and live with Ganju and the others."
"You think I'll thank you for this? Dream on! Get lost! You're driving me crazy!"
Kūkaku Shiba pushed the person aside and stormed back to the house he had built on the mountaintop.
Two Shiraishi statues stand at the entrance, each holding a banner with the four characters "Kūkaku Shiba" written on it.
Shiraishi couldn't help but glance at it; the statue was handsome, but still a little less so than the real person.
" Kūkaku, let me explain. I'm not a formal captain, just an acting captain. I can do it if I want, and I can leave if I don't."
If you don't like it, I can take this outfit off anytime.
Bang.
The door slammed shut.
Shiraishi knocked on the door from the outside and said, " Kūkaku, open the door."
"For a captain like you, breaking down a door is a piece of cake."
A mocking tone came from inside the door.
Shiraishi didn't dare to Shin'uchi the door, so he humbled himself and said, "I was wrong. I'll resign as captain when we get back. Please don't be angry."
" Kūkaku ~ I really realize my mistake, please open the door."
The gate remained tightly shut.
Kūkaku Shiba's anger dissipated considerably. She wasn't a pressure cooker, but a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.
If it explodes, there won't be any problems.
Of course, she still didn't open the door. Her current appearance was that of a miner who had just come out of the coal mine, her entire front covered in black.
How can I face people if I don't wash my hair and take a bath?
I was all washed clean and smelled wonderful, but the shouting outside continued.
Kūkaku Shiba wasn't annoyed at all. She slowly stepped out of the bathtub, wrapped a towel around her body, walked to the door, and said irritably, "Stop shouting there."
The door opened.
Shiraishi's shout was interrupted.
She had just washed her hair; her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few water droplets clinging to the ends. Her cheeks were rosy, like those of a ripe little apple.
Those olive-green eyes seemed to be veiled with moisture.
A wonderful fragrance wafted towards me, and beyond the bath towel, it seemed as if a dazzling stream of light was slowly flowing across it.
Thirsty Shiraishi could no longer contain himself, " Kūkaku!"
This time, the tone of his shout was clearly different from before, before Kūkaku Shiba could even ponder the specific differences.
His stepping forward indicated what he wanted to do.
"You're going to die, but I haven't, um."
With his words cut off, the fire in Kūkaku Shiba's heart was ignited, and his struggling movements stopped.
For the first time in my life, I fell in love with a man; for the first time, I experienced that feeling.
Every lonely night after leaving Shiraishi, how could she not miss Shiraishi?
She simply didn't want to actively seek them out, silently accumulating those emotions until they erupted at their next meeting.
Now, the suppressed emotions are erupting like a volcano, and no one can stop them anymore, including herself.
Her voice carried far across the mountaintop.
It got dark and then light again, light again and then dark again, repeating this several times...
Glug glug glug... Pfft.
The morning sun was shining brightly.
Kūkaku Shiba stood outside on the left, drank water to rinse his mouth, and then spat it out, the water falling all onto the rocky ground.
The unpleasant odor still hadn't completely disappeared from my mouth.
This made her somewhat annoyed.
I kept emphasizing, "Don't put it in your mouth, don't put it in your mouth, don't put it in your mouth."
He just ignored it.
It seemed as if it was deliberately going against her, repeating it three times more often than three times, leaving her mouth full of that inexplicable taste.
Or rather, it's all over the body...
Kūkaku Shiba lowered his head and took a deep sniff; the same scent filled his chest.
How many times have I been here?
I forgot.
Working without sleep still affected my memory.
She gave up thinking about the question. Judging from the bright red handprints she saw while getting dressed, the number of times she had done this was definitely not small.
She turned around and asked, "Is it ready?"