The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The Shiba Clan is located deep underground, and the space is large enough that it doesn't generate that stuffy heat, so there's no need to hang a lamp, making it quite cool in the summer.
Shiraishi sat Fuza, holding a cool watermelon in both hands. He took a bite and spat out the seeds.
This is one of the joys of eating watermelon.
Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko served him, asking him how he had helped Kūkaku escape punishment.
Shiraishi didn't mince words, boasting about his heroic deeds, how he ventured alone into Hueco Mundo and fought desperately against Genjirō.
The two burly men listened with expressions of adoration, like little girls seeing their idols.
Bang.
The sliding door was flung open roughly, Kūkaku Shiba glanced around before shouting, " Koganehiko, Shiroganehiko, go help Ganju apply the medicine!"
"Yes." The two didn't dare to delay, quickly stood up from the ground, and ran outside.
Kūkaku Shiba walked over and sat down next to the table. He picked up a slice of watermelon and took a big bite to vent his frustration.
"It's infuriating that someone so young is reading those picture books."
She spat out the watermelon seeds, which clattered onto the plate, her face full of resentment.
Shiraishi leaned closer, smiling, and said, "Don't be so angry. It's normal for teenagers to be curious about those kinds of things."
Kūkaku Shiba glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "You watch that kind of thing too?"
"I used to watch it all the time when I was alive, but now that I'm dead, tsk, I can't find the resources."
Shiraishi looked regretful.
He used to reward himself every day while he was alive, but for more than four years after his death, he never rewarded himself with his hands.
It's hard to find any enjoyment in just filling in the blanks with your own imagination if you can't find the resources.
Kūkaku Shiba kicked him lightly, his face full of disgust, and said, "Pervert, stay away from me."
Shiraishi held her foot in his hand; it felt soft and smooth, like a bar of soap dampened with water.
Her feet weren't small, at least not small enough for one hand to hold; they were somewhat small, the kind of feet that are considered beautiful, with the second toe longer than the big toe.
He rubbed his fingers together gently.
It felt as if a spark had fallen onto dry tinder, and waves of heat surged from the back of my feet to my heart.
Kūkaku Shiba's body went somewhat limp, and she said with seductive eyes, "Let go."
That's what she said, but she didn't take it away on her own.
Shiraishi didn't stop either, running his fingers through her tender, lotus-root-like toes, and slowly lifting her right foot.
The beige maxi skirt with its slit slipped down, allowing cool air to more fully caress her right leg.
Her toes curled up in tension, and her five toenails looked like polished jade pieces, crystal clear.
" Kūkaku ~" "Dame." "I haven't said anything yet."
"I know what you're thinking the moment you blink. In short, you can't do anything reckless here!"
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes at him, and from that expression, she could tell what was on his mind. He really had a wide range of interests.
Anywhere can spark his thoughts.
"Let go," she said, freeing her right foot from Shiraishi's left hand, and then playfully stomped down on it, sending a startling reaction through her toes.
Kūkaku Shiba was startled, then revealed a sly smile and said, "Hehe, here, only I can do whatever I want to you, understand?"
" Kūkaku ~" Shiraishi wanted to pounce on her.
She nimbly dodged, letting out Ginrei Kuchiki laugh, "Haha, I'm going to check on the Ganju's injuries."
goodbye."
She blew a kiss through the air, then closed the sliding door again, in a good mood.
"..." Shiraishi collapsed to the ground, looking resentful. How could they do this? They ignited his anger and then didn't help put it out.
"What a tormenting devil!" he thought to himself. He got up again, picked up a slice of watermelon, and took a few bites. The cool and sweet flesh calmed his anger considerably.
Soon, he finished the watermelon on the table, and outside the door came the sound of Kūkaku Shiba scolding Ganju, along with Kin and Gin's echoing voices.
It seems that, in order to maintain his patriarchal position, he probably shouldn't even think about succeeding within the Shiba Clan.
Shiraishi gave a wry smile, didn't bother to clean up the watermelon rinds on the table, and lazily lay down on the floor, closing his eyes.
If you can't do what you most want to do, then you can only settle for second best and do what you want second best, starting a new Bankai practice.
After all, Hollows in Soul Society provide very little experience, and in small quantities.
He just wanted to wait for Sōya Azashiro to decide to go to Hueco Mundo so he could experience a rocket-like advancement.
Prior to this, his training goal was to achieve a new form of Bankai.
Yasuo's skins aren't all unlocked yet, so what other abilities will he have?
He was very curious.
My mind sank into the spiritual world.
The rolling mountains and the azure sky unfolded before his eyes.
This should be the middle section of the mountain range. He remembered wingsuit flying; there weren't many holes in the rocky ground, and occasionally there were protruding rock pillars.
"What a cold-hearted master! He only thinks of me when he has nothing better to do."
Infinity crouched atop the rock pillar.
No matter how many forms Shiraishi Bankai, her appearance remained unchanged: her long brown hair was tied into a single ponytail, very fluffy, as thick and flowing as a lion's mane.
Beneath the dark blue shawl was a white bandage binding her chest, and her slender waist was tied with a bright red shimenawa rope. Below that were a navy blue skirt and trousers.
His delicate features were accompanied by a nonchalant expression, and there was a pink scar on the bridge of his nose that resembled a tattoo.
"I contact you far more frequently than other Shinigami contact their Zanpakuto."
Shiraishi retorted.
Infinity smiled, not really caring about the question, and stood up, saying, "I don't think you came here specifically to chat. Do you want to know the name of the next Bankai form?"
Shiraishi nodded and asked, "What do you want me to do to tell you?"
With a wave of his Infinity hand, the sky darkened, and blades rained down, lining up one after another on the rocky ground.
With a soft hum, the knife stuck in the ground, its trembling blade emitting a low hum.
These knives are all gold in color, with their hilts inlaid with exquisite gemstones.
"A familiar scene, isn't it?"
Infinity words drifted from the rock pillar, neither fast nor slow.
Shiraishi nodded; this scene did indeed seem quite familiar.
"This training is about finding one of these swords that can defeat me."
Infinity hand opened, and a knife emerged from its palm, which she grasped. "If you can't find it, good luck!"
Chirp.
The man lunged forward fiercely, swinging his knife in a slash.
Shiraishi instantly dodged from his spot, drew the nearest knife, and swung it forward.
Kaka, without even touching it, his knife shattered into pieces in the air. "Damn it."
What kind of rubbish quality is this?
Before he could even complain, a sharp blade flashed down, a Steel Tempest through Infinity bodies, and a circular slash appeared.
He slashed the Captain's Haori behind him.
Shiraishi barely made it to the other knife, sweat pouring from his forehead as he gasped for breath.
Infinity turned around and stopped attacking, saying, "Don't think that you can find it by searching with every knife."
The knives will be replenished.
You can only find the sword that can defeat me by dodging my attacks while simultaneously connecting with the sword.
If you want to stop, remember to let me know in advance. I'm quite fond of the romantic way of dying for love.
"I'm sorry, but I think being alive is the most romantic thing."
Shiraishi replied, drawing his sword, "Let's continue."