The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Sizzle, the surface of the meat is covered with oil, emitting a rich aroma.
"Wait a little longer."
Shiraishi replied, flipping the meat skewers over with his hand.
The two fought from inside the house to outside, to the woods, and to the pond, breaking the silence of the mountains.
Finally, we need to go back indoors to rest.
After a night of ceasefire, my body has recovered, but I'm very hungry and urgently need to eat.
All the ingredients from the cellar were brought out. Leaving aside complicated dishes like vegetables, the two only planned to make some simple dishes: roast meat.
It doesn't require any particularly difficult techniques, nor does it need to be exceptionally delicious; as long as it's edible, it can help the body fully recover.
This is one of the benefits of Reiatsu.
For an ordinary person, no matter how capable a young man is, even working non-stop for just one day, let alone for several days and nights, would only lead to certain death.
He's different; he can usually get a good night's sleep without any problems.
If you eat your fill, you'll have energy again.
Shiraishi hummed a song, looking forward to exercising after dinner.
"Pfft," Kūkaku Shiba rinsed his mouth one last time, still feeling a taste in his mouth, but he ignored it.
If rinsing your mouth so many times still doesn't remove it, then try using the taste of food to neutralize it.
She sat down opposite Shiraishi, her posture resembling that of a bandit with a swagger.
Shiraishi's gaze shifted from the meat skewers to her.
The bright red short-sleeved top, resembling a bellyband, crisscrossed and held two bowling balls, with a bright red little finger imprinted on its chest, while the other four fingers were concealed.
Below is a beige long skirt with a slit. When she sits down like this, her right thigh is not covered at all, and it looks tight and firm.
You only realize how soft it is when you touch it; it's like a marshmallow.
"Haven't you seen enough yet? Focus on grilling the meat for me."
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't feel disgusted by his direct gaze.
This shows that she is still very charming.
However, this allure stems from the distance between them.
If you're always together, you'll probably get tired of each other.
Kūkaku Shiba always had this worry in her heart.
She feared that the passion would fade and life would become mundane, just like her parents—they were loving, but their daily lives were too uneventful.
She couldn't stand that kind of blandness.
Her love should be like fireworks, seeking only a fleeting moment of brilliance.
"Yes, I will obey Lord Kūkaku's orders."
Shiraishi chuckled and flipped the paper over.
Kūkaku Shiba also helped, grilling a few more skewers to make sure there would be enough later. "Remember when we parted last time? I made a promise with you that we would meet again in ten days and ten nights."
Tsk tsk, I gave you a chance, but you were no match for it.
Upon hearing this, Shiraishi immediately became displeased. "I was worried you'd go hungry, so I'm giving you time to eat first, and then we'll fight."
"Still bragging? You clearly couldn't hold on. I saw your face was pale, and your eyes were as red as a rabbit's."
"Nonsense, you're just rolling your eyes, so everything looks like it's through a white filter."
Shiraishi will not back down on this issue and must confront it head-on to protect her reputation.
It's only been a few days.
Well, he forgot too. It was probably because it was too hot, making his brain not as good at remembering things as it was back in his old haunt in Beginning of Spring District.
"Heh," Kūkaku Shiba let out a laugh that was most likely to provoke people, and stopped arguing about who was stronger or weaker.
That kid's just stubborn.
Shiraishi was furious, but he didn't say a word. He secretly resolved to tame Kūkaku, this "fiery steed," after he had eaten his fill.
Sizzle, the meat is cooked through.
He picked it up, blew on it, and handed it forward, saying, "Ah."
What are you doing?
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes. She's not a child; she doesn't need to be fed.
Shiraishi said with a serious expression, "I've wanted to try feeding them for a long time."
You have so many quirks.
Despite her complaints, her body cooperated as usual, opening her mouth to bite the front of the grilled meat, pulling it back until her lips were glistening with oil.
Shiraishi asked expectantly, "What do you think?"
"It's nothing," Kūkaku Shiba said, tossing the sake bottle next to him across the table.
Shiraishi caught the bottle, feeling that she wasn't following the script; she shouldn't be so moved or shy at this moment.
Kūkaku Shiba raised the sake bottle and laughed, "Cheers to our reunion!"
"Cheers." Shiraishi raised his bottle, clinked it against his, tilted his head back, and downed the wine in one gulp, a satisfied expression on his face. "Ah, drinking chilled wine in the summer has a unique flavor."
"That's right."
Kūkaku Shiba smiled, his eyes narrowing slightly, and said, "It's been a while. Tell me about your romantic escapades outside."
To hide his guilty conscience, Shiraishi ate a few more bites of meat and said through the mouth, "No, what are you thinking?"
Kūkaku Shiba didn't believe it at all, saying, "Hmph, do you think I don't understand my man's personality?"
Stop pretending to be innocent and tell me honestly, how many women have you been involved with?
"Ahem." Shiraishi felt increasingly guilty and desperately wanted to make up a lie to get away with it, but looking into her bright eyes, his usual words became wooden, and he could only honestly say, "If I had to say, there are only two."
The July wind swept by, carrying away the coolness from the shade and bringing a touch of heat.
From the outside in.
To relieve the heat, Shiraishi drank another bottle of sake and cautiously observed the person opposite him.
I did not see any angry or cold faces.
Kūkaku Shiba was amused by his cowardly appearance. "Don't worry, I have no intention of punishing you. From the moment I suggested breaking up, I knew you absolutely couldn't stand being lonely."
" Kūkaku." Shiraishi scratched his head, unsure of what to say.
Kūkaku Shiba said irritably, "Enough talk, let's eat. Aren't you hungry?"
After saying that, she focused on eating meat and drinking wine without saying a word. This attitude made Shiraishi suspect that she was angry.
Come to think of it, this problem is even more serious than him becoming the team leader.
In the silence, the two finished their meal.
It's said that when people are well-fed and warm, they think of other things, but the atmosphere at the scene made Shiraishi dare not make any rash moves.
Kūkaku Shiba got up, walked to his side, and sat down next to him. She didn't say anything, but simply rested her head gently on his shoulder.
All worries vanished in that instant.
Shiraishi stroked her soft, long hair and inhaled its delicate fragrance.
A sudden tranquility settled over my mind, overcoming the restlessness.
White clouds surged below the mountain.
The distant green mountains are like a painting.
a long time.
Kūkaku Shiba spoke up, saying, "You don't need to resign from your captaincy for me. If you want to, then do it."
"Okay, I'll listen to you," Shiraishi replied softly, unsurprised by the outcome.
Despite her outwardly bold and unrestrained demeanor, Kūkaku Shiba is actually quite meticulous and would never attempt to forcibly alter Shiraishi's will.
Even though she didn't like Shinigami.
Her eyes were lowered, and she added, "Actually, I'm jealous."
"I'm sorry, I..."
A finger was placed over his mouth, preventing him from uttering the remaining words.
Kūkaku Shiba looked up, her eyes hazy. "Idiot, is this time for words? Show me some real action!"