The Unforgiven from Shinigami
"Stop!"
Shiraishi called for an emergency stop. The knife stopped a centimeter from his eyelids. He exhaled, sat back down on the rocky ground, and looked exhausted.
I'm so tired.
This training was incredibly tiring, requiring constant dodging of Infinity attacks while simultaneously maintaining a connection between the user and the weapon.
He can't sense anything!
He never guessed correctly, and the situation was one-sided, with him being attacked without any power to retaliate.
Shiraishi looked at the sword, now only the hilt remained, and gave a bitter smile.
Well, this knife is of pretty good quality; it can at least block one blow.
Unlike other knives, which either break off when drawn or shatter inch by inch the moment they are swung, this one is different.
How can I sense the presence of that knife?
"Ask your heart." Infinity uttered a profound statement, sheathed his sword, and said, "I can only give you one piece of advice: if you're unsure, it's best not to draw it."
These knives are all conjured from your spirit. Each one that breaks consumes a small amount of your energy, increasing the difficulty of your perception.
You should have said so sooner!
Shiraishi rolled his eyes. He wondered why he was so tired; now he knew.
"You didn't ask," Wujin replied Infinity.
"..." Shiraishi didn't want to stay here any longer. Being attacked by his own Zanpakuto was definitely not a pleasant experience.
The spirit returns to the spiritual body.
He opened his eyes. The ceiling was blue, the air was cool, and there was no sound of Kūkaku's reprimand outside. The room was quiet.
It was so quiet that it made you want to sleep.
Shiraishi closed his eyes again, intending to get a good night's sleep to replenish his depleted energy.
Thump, thump, heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor into the room. Kūkaku Shiba flung open the sliding door and rushed out, shouting, "Lazybones, get up!"
Before he could finish speaking, a bare foot stepped on his left cheek and twisted it twice.
Kūkaku Shiba's feet clearly didn't have athlete's foot, and even had a faint fragrance.
Shiraishi opened his eyes, unable to see Kūkaku's face, only a striking splash of bright red. " Kūkaku, is this how you wake someone up?"
"I'm giving you this as a reward because you've been obedient and stayed here quietly."
Kūkaku Shiba chuckled, lightly pinching his cheek with her toes, and said condescendingly, "You're definitely excited, you pervert. Do you really enjoy being stepped on?"
"You've really awakened an incredible interest."
Shiraishi's rant.
The pressure from the foot was well controlled; it didn't hurt, but it made it clear that a beautiful older woman was stepping on one's face with her pretty foot.
This feeling is quite exciting.
But he's not an M.
Kūkaku Shiba's foot suddenly missed its mark.
A crisp, loud slap rang out.
She instinctively stood on tiptoe, a surge of pleasure coursing through her body, her face flushed as she said, "Are you trying to kill me? Stop it right now!"
"A female Tyrant," Shiraishi said weakly, her palm still warm.
Kūkaku Shiba turned around and said irritably, "How dare you say that? You've almost bruised me up."
"It's not my fault. Aside from the chest, that's where the impact is the best."
"Shut up."
Kūkaku Shiba interrupted him.
Whenever this topic comes up, it always reminds me of the crazy things that happened a few days ago.
That stinging slap, that stinging heart.
She kept recalling the events, afraid that she might lose control and inadvertently cross the line.
"Go eat quickly, stop thinking about those inappropriate things here."
"Hey, you need to get this straight, you were the one who seduced me first."
"Is that so?" Kūkaku Shiba said sternly, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if to say, "If you dare to continue to refute me, don't blame me for turning on you."
What else could Shiraishi say? He spread his hands and said, "Fine, I'm the most unserious one, and you're very serious."
"Good to know."
Kūkaku Shiba smiled, thinking that experiencing this feeling of being pampered occasionally wasn't bad. "Let's go."
She strode towards the door and walked all the way to the living room of the Shiba Clan's house.
The table and dishes are all prepared.
Koganehiko, Shiroganehiko, Ganju Shiba were all seated in their respective positions.
Shiraishi glanced at his brother-in-law and saw that his injuries were quite severe, with bandages wrapped around his body and bruises around his eyes. He guessed that his brother-in-law was probably begging the Soul King to let his older sister leave home more often.
This is how some sibling relationships are.
When I didn't see him, my younger brother missed me terribly, but as soon as I saw him, all my longing disappeared.
The younger brother had only one thought, "Sis, when are we leaving?"
"Hmph," Ganju Shiba turned his head, his anger not directed at his older sister, but at Shiraishi, that disloyal bastard.
Shiraishi didn't care; kids are just kids, as long as there's a legitimate reason, they won't be punished.
I'll forget about it in a few days.
Kūkaku Shiba stopped, glanced at her, and thought, "You still dare to snort at me?"
Ganju Shiba quickly forced a smile, displaying an extremely strong will to survive.
This older sister just started hitting me without warning.
She let her younger brother go, sat down at the head of the table, and said, "Everyone's here, let's eat."
"Wait a minute, I think we're all family, it's not good to sit separately like this, we should eat together."
Shiraishi quickly offered his suggestion.
"No," Kūkaku Shiba vetoed, then explained his reasons, "Those idiots in the Central 46 Chambers think they can remove the Shiba Clan from the ranks of nobles with a single order."
But true nobility does not adorn itself with the glory of its ancestors, but proves itself to be a nobleman through its own actions.
We must not neglect proper etiquette.
Her eyes were fixed on Shiraishi. "Do you understand?"
"Hmm." Shiraishi nodded, sighing inwardly. Sigh, he had originally thought that with everyone together, he could secretly do something to Kūkaku.
In front of Ganju Shiba and Kin & Gin, Kūkaku certainly wouldn't dare to stop him with words, nor would she utter a sound.
That delicate and charming scene was abruptly cut short because of the meal being eaten separately.
There's no other way but to eat.
He picked up the bowl.
" Shiraishi, you forgot to tell me I'm starting."
Kūkaku Shiba quickly stopped her, saying, "We're not outside, we're at the Shiba Clan, and she's the older sister here."
How can you teach your younger brother if you don't follow proper etiquette yourself?
Shiraishi put down his bowl, clasped his hands together, and said, "I'll begin."
"One should not speak while eating or sleeping."
Kūkaku Shiba reminded him, then clasped his hands together and said, "I'll begin."
"I'm starting." x3.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was very quiet; you could even hear the sound of chewing rice.
Perhaps his hearing is too good.
Shiraishi didn't particularly like this silent atmosphere at the dinner table.
He enjoys the lively atmosphere of meals, where people can boast freely, and a meal can last for an hour or two, making it feel like time flies by.
Now, he felt time was passing too slowly and wanted to leave this atmosphere as soon as possible, so he began to devour the food on the table.
"Hiccup, thank you for the meal."
Shiraishi put down the clapper, clasped his hands together, said something, stood up from his seat, and walked out of the hall.
The air in the corridor was inexplicably more comfortable than in the lobby. He took a deep breath and walked back to his original room.
Get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, continue your diligent Bankai.