The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Among the Gotei 13, if Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's reputation is second, no one would dare to be first.
The creator of Seireitei, the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years, the Demon of Swords, the Captain-Commander, and many other titles weigh heavily on him.
In terms of both strength and seniority, he far surpasses any captain in the Seireitei.
Even the arrogant Kenpachi Zaraki didn't say much when he scolded him; the only resistance he could offer was to let those words go in one ear and out the other.
Seeing his expression, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto sighed inwardly. Leading these captains with their diverse personalities would be no easy task.
"Regarding the damage caused by the battle, I will send someone to inspect the site and calculate how much financial resources will be needed for repairs. Three-quarters of the total amount will be compensated by the 11th Division."
The remaining quarter will be compensated by the Tenth Division. This compensation will be deducted directly from your team's internal funds. The specific amount will be recorded in an invoice. If you have any questions about the invoice, you can submit a request for a re-examination at any time.
"Wait, I was forced to accept the challenge, why should the Tenth Division have to pay compensation?"
Shiraishi lodged a protest.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's face was ashen as he said, "With Lieutenant Matsumoto by your side, she should have been able to notify the Research and Development Institute immediately, but she didn't. Who ordered her actions to be stopped?"
"..." Shiraishi was speechless.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto glanced around and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"No."
"Casual."
The two answered one after the other.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto nodded and said in a deep voice, "Then go back to the Fourth Division for treatment. Captain Zaraki, the punishment for your unauthorized actions will be announced later."
Shiraishi shook his head and said, "Forget it, I can handle this little injury myself."
"Me too."
Kenpachi Zaraki didn't want to join the Fourth Division. He deeply respected Retsu Unohana, and that's why he didn't want to see her again.
He couldn't predict what would happen if they met again.
The rule set by the First Kenpachi was that there could only be one Kenpachi in an era.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto raised a white eyebrow and snapped, " Captain Shiraishi can heal his own injuries, but you think your wounds will heal on their own? Did you get a head injury?"
"Get to the Fourth Division for treatment right now!"
" Kusajishi!"
"Hi."
Yachiru Kusajishi Shunpo.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto circled behind Kenpachi Zaraki. Before he could react, a heavy chop to the back of his head struck him, his vision went black, and he fell forward.
"Carry him to the Fourth Division for treatment."
"Hi." Yachiru Kusajishi caught Kenpachi Zaraki's tall body, and didn't forget to bow to Shiraishi. "Thank you so much, Shiro-chan."
"If it weren't for you, Ken-chan definitely wouldn't have had such a great time. If there's a chance next time, please continue to spar with Ken-chan."
"You want a next time?"
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto shouted, and his beard and eyebrows fluttered.
Yachiru Kusajishi shrank back, secretly stuck out her tongue, and adorably slipped away.
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto did not linger any longer and returned to Seireitei Shunpo.
Shiraishi stood there, pondering: Was the nickname "Shiro-chan " a good one?
It sounds a bit like a country dog; the white one is called Shiro-chan, and the black one is called Dahei.
Next time we meet, let Yachiru Kusajishi change her nickname.
Having figured this out, he sheathed his sword, took a Steel Tempest three miles away, then clapped his hand.
"Whoa!" Rangiku Matsumoto cried out in fright, clutching her collar with both hands. " Captain Shiraishi, don't scare me like that! I almost jumped out!"
The First Cause of All Realms
"Looks like I still need to work on my scaring skills."
Shiraishi looked regretful.
Rangiku Matsumoto raised an eyebrow, but before she could utter a reprimand, she noticed blood flowing from his left hand and asked, "Are you alright?"
"It's just a minor injury. I'll get it bandaged up when I get back to the Shiba Clan."
Shiraishi said calmly, "I called you here to tell you that Captain-Commander Yamamoto wants to take a quarter of the Tenth Division's funds to compensate for the damages at the scene."
"What?! This is no small matter."
Rangiku Matsumoto was shocked. The team's budget was directly tied to the members' actual interests. "Oh no, I'm going back now. Remember to come back and visit when you have time."
"No problem," Shiraishi replied.
She hurriedly returned to Seireitei.
The intense Reiatsu in the distance disappeared.
Reishi gradually calmed down and was no longer as frantic as before.
The battle is over? Who won and who lost?
Kūkaku Shiba was very nervous. She didn't even care that she was exposed to the sun. She stared intently at the spot.
"Big sister."
Ganju Shiba stepped forward and said, "Go and take a look."
No, I believe him.
Kūkaku Shiba bit her lip, clenched her fists, and couldn't help but recall that night when her older brother was dragged over by the female Shinigami.
The scene then changes to Rangiku dragging Shiraishi back.
"Hiss." She took a deep breath, changed her mind, and said, "I'll go check it out. Koganehiko, Shiroganehiko, you two stay here."
"Yes, Kūkaku," the two replied loudly.
Kūkaku Shiba Shunpo towards the gray sky.
Before we even reached our destination, my hand was suddenly grabbed. " Kūkaku ~"
The familiar call made her stop her elbow attack. UU turned around and said, "Damn it, you're alright, why didn't you release your Reiatsu to let me know you're safe?"
"Sorry, I forgot."
Shiraishi apologized truthfully.
Kūkaku Shiba's eyes widened as he saw blood streaming from Kukaku's left hand. His expression immediately turned tense. "Your hand is injured so badly?"
"It hurts so much it's numb," Shiraishi quickly whined, ignoring the heat, and snuggled into her arms, saying pitifully, "The bleeding still won't stop. Look how much blood I've lost along the way."
Kūkaku Shiba said with a pained expression, "Then what are you standing there for? Hurry back and get it bandaged."
"Hey, I've used up too much Reiatsu, I can't run anymore, can you carry me?"
"Okay," Kūkaku Shiba readily agreed, gently picking up Shiraishi in a princess carry.
The Shiraishi rested on her shoulder, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air, sunlight streaming down her snow-white skin, dazzling to the eye.
What a beautiful view!
This leisurely state of mind while enjoying the scenery came to an end when they approached Shiba Clan. Shiraishi immediately broke free from Kūkaku Shiba's princess carry and landed gracefully at the doorstep.
"Brother-in-law, are you alright?"
Ganju Shiba rushed over.
Shiraishi said calmly, "It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes at her from behind. He was so proud of himself. He was just snuggling in her arms and complaining about the pain, but as soon as other people were around, he immediately reverted to his tough, manly self.
"Wow, brother-in-law, you're amazing! Your hand is injured like that and you still aren't crying. If it were me, my clothes would be soaked with tears!"
Ganju Shiba were filled with adoring little stars.
Shiraishi chuckled and said, " Ganju, you must remember, what's a little injury to a real man?"
"Even if my hand were split open, or even if I lost my left hand, I wouldn't blink an eye, and I certainly wouldn't act like a little woman crying and whining."