The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Is this Shiraishi's Reiatsu?
Kūkaku Shiba stepped back a distance, but the chilling aura still lingered around him, trying to penetrate his spirit.
The breath exhaled from the mouth turned into cold air.
The dust hundreds of meters away was gently swept away and scattered in the air. The black dot that stood up, from afar to near, lost its shadow and revealed its clear appearance.
Kūkaku Shiba's beak opened slightly, " Shiraishi?"
The person in front of me was completely unrecognizable as Shiraishi. His skin had a dark metallic sheen, making the dark armor seem to be embedded in his body.
His eyes blazed with orange flames.
His face, sculpted like metal, exudes masculine strength.
A brief moment of astonishment made Kūkaku Shiba wonder what it would be like to be embraced by Shiraishi of that shape...
Shouldn't it be as hard as iron in every way?
She imagined the scene in her mind: dark and white intertwined on an endless grassland.
"This is how I Bankai things," Shiraishi's appearance had changed, but her tone remained gentle. "Stay away, don't let this affect you."
"Oh." Kūkaku Shiba responded blankly, inwardly cursing herself for being so foolish as to think about such nonsense in a situation like this. "Be careful."
"Fine."
Eyes transformed into orange flames gazed ahead.
Kaoru Tendō made no move, simply standing there watching, and even managed a smile in response to his gaze.
She didn't care whether Kūkaku Shiba left or not.
The strength of an average captain is not enough to catch her eye.
Her painstakingly honed Hakuda skills weren't for slaughtering weaklings, but for battling tigers and leopards.
Of course, if Kūkaku Shiba insists on fighting her, she will show no mercy.
Anyone who dares to challenge her, regardless of age or gender, will only face certain death.
She is the strongest.
To prove this, she must defeat every enemy she can see with the naked eye.
Kaoru Tendō assumed a horse stance, his hands clenched into fists. "Let me see if you possess superhuman strength in your non-human form!"
The yellowed scroll was pulled out from the box at the bottom and silently spread out on the table; it was a very simple portrait.
The bald old man gazed silently at the portrait, his narrowed eyes lacking their usual sharpness, revealing a hint of reminiscence.
The brewed tea is steaming.
The door opened quietly, and a person carrying documents walked in. "Lord Genryūsai, these are the expense reports from each squad for next month."
As they were talking, the man with the mustache walked to the table and saw the painting. "This is it. So you still kept it."
"I sent Xun to that brutal war, but I failed to notice in time that her soul had been corrupted by the war, to the point that..."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto pursed his lips. In order to maintain order in Soul Society, he sometimes had to do things against his conscience.
Of all those things, Kaoru's situation was the most regrettable for him.
Originally, Kaoru Tendō was obsessed with practicing martial arts, but it was still within a normal range and did not escalate to the point of wanting to kill people.
He was the one who dragged the other into that great battle that would determine the fate of Soul Society.
Ultimately, it was his neglect of Kaoru Tendō that led her down the wrong path.
If, at that time, on that night, he could have kept Kaoru with him...
Instead of easily believing someone who says, "I'm fine."
Could things have turned out differently?
Perhaps it's because he's getting old, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto can't help but think about things that can't be reversed.
" Genryūsai, this is not your fault. At that time Seireitei been established, and there were many things waiting for you to handle."
Chōjirō Sasakibe spoke up to defend himself.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto gave a wry smile. Only in front of this old subordinate could he occasionally speak his true feelings.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a member of the Riteitai jumped down from the roof and knelt on one knee, saying, "We have received news from the Research and Development Institute."
The Reiatsu Reiatsu Kaoru Tendo, the Demon Fist Kaoru Tendō, as well as that of Acting Captain Shiraishi and former wanted criminal Kūkaku Shiba, has been detected in the West District Thirteen. The three are suspected to be engaged in battle.
"What!
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto gripped the scroll tightly, jumped to his feet, and shouted, "Immediately..."
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regained his composure.
If the captain is sent to provide support, given Kaoru's personality, there's a high chance she'll abandon the battle.
By then, it won't be easy to find them again.
He fell into deep thought.
Chōjirō Sasakibe, looking somewhat nervous, urged, " Genryūsai, you should know Miss Kaoru's strength better than anyone. Let's quickly send the other captains to provide support."
Miss Xun? A question flashed through the mind of the bowing Riteitai member. Judging from the way the Vice-Captain Sasakibe addressed her, it didn't seem like he was addressing a notorious Muken convict.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stared at the scroll in his hand, made up his mind, and looked up and said, "Immediately notify the Fourth Division Captain Retsu Unohana and the Seventh Division Sajin Komamura to come to the First Division barracks."
I must personally go to West Rukongai!
" Genryūsai!" Chōjirō Sasakibe exclaimed in shock.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto remained unmoved; faced with the greater good, he could not continue to abandon even the woman he loved.
Otherwise, how could he face his comrades who sacrificed themselves to create a stable order?
I never let a woman down.
Shiraishi watched Kūkaku Shiba depart, his mind no longer burdened. He drew his sword, orange light flashing across its blade, flames erupting from the light and quickly coiling around the edge.
A smile appeared on Kaoru Tendō's face. She had learned from the Purgatory Trading Company that Genjirō had been burned to death by an inextinguishable flame. "Kid, you can't please me with just words."
Shiraishi didn't continue speaking. He used the Steel Tempest to approach, but stopped a step away without passing through the opponent's body.
The blade was swung forward, and orange flames surged outward from the blade, like a surging wave crashing down.
The firelight bathed the surroundings in an orange glow.
Kaoru Tendō inhaled, and veins and blood vessels appeared on his fair arms beneath his sleeves, twisting in different directions toward the back of his hands.
Exhale.
The violent Reiatsu surged along the veins in his hands and erupted outwards.
boom!
Two distinctly different hurricanes tore through the flames in front of them and carried them forward for miles, creating a vacuum in the middle that could quickly cripple a person.
The winds from both sides could practically shred a person.
But not a drop of blood was drawn.
Where did they go?
Kaoru Tendō raised an eyebrow, glancing at the small groves to his left and right, but did not sense any Reiatsu.
After the initial burst of Reiatsu from Bankai, she could no longer sense the Reiatsu emanating from Shiraishi.
"Tsk, what a hassle. Should I chase after her and kill that woman?"
She deliberately spoke her mind loudly, tentatively taking a step forward.
Card.
there!
Almost the instant the sound reached his ears, Kaoru Tendō Shunpo to the grove on the right and saw the tree branch that had been broken by the stone.
At the same time, a blade wreathed in flames thrust straight in from the right.