The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Okay, stop chatting here, your wound needs bandaging.
" Ganju, go train. Koganehiko Shiroganehiko will supervise him and make sure he doesn't slack off."
Shiraishi didn't care about his left hand, Kūkaku Shiba felt sorry for it just looking at it and only wanted to stop the bleeding and bandage it as soon as possible.
After standing there for only a short while, the blood that flowed down had already formed a small pool on the ground.
She led the way into the house.
The Shiba Clan, a former noble family with a long history, is seeing its population dwindle while its legacy continues to grow.
Over so many generations, the Shiba Clan has flourished in all aspects, though some sensitive historical topics haven't been documented much.
Books on Flower Arrangement, tea ceremony, etiquette, herbalism, and more have been preserved.
Kūkaku Shiba did not learn all of them; he only studied some of the necessary books.
Herbalism is one of them.
When I was a child, I would practice Sekihō until I was covered in injuries. I would only be able to get back to normal the next day thanks to herbal medicine.
She led Shiraishi to the Shiba Clan's herbal medicine shop, which was spacious and filled with many items.
A large bookshelf leans against the wall, piled high with books of various categories, and there is also a medicine cabinet, inside which herbs are divided into three categories: external injuries, internal injuries, and common illnesses.
For complex and difficult-to-treat illnesses, it's best to rely on professional treatment.
She stepped forward and took out the best wound powder from the medicine cabinet, along with antiseptic solution and bandages. "Sit over there, I'll bandage your hand."
As he spoke, Kūkaku Shiba knelt down on one side of the table, glancing at the person opposite him.
Instead of sitting there, Shiraishi lay down on her left thigh, admiring the enormous view that blocked the gap between the desk and the table.
He placed his left hand on the open table.
"... I told you to sit across from me."
Kūkaku Shiba lowered her head and couldn't see anyone; this was her blind spot.
" Kūkaku, am I still your little darling...?"
Without even looking, she could picture Shiraishi's resentful little expression in her mind. This man, when he occasionally acted coquettishly, was just like a child.
She looked somewhat helpless, and then the rope around her waist was untied by a hand.
The short top, which should have been clinging tightly to her abdomen, suddenly sprang open, and a cool breeze blew from below to above.
"Hiss," she shuddered instinctively, rolled her eyes, then realized the other person couldn't see her, and said irritably, "Didn't you complain that mine wasn't as big as Rangiku's? What are you looking at?"
"It's alright. If we work together, we can still achieve even greater success."
"Get lost." Kūkaku Shiba scolded playfully, then stopped chatting, grabbed a piece of bandage and tightened it around his left wrist to stop the bleeding from the wound.
Then she gently wiped the blood from her left hand with a cotton swab to avoid hurting Shiraishi.
"Ouch, that hurts! Be gentle, be gentler!"
Even so, Shiraishi kept crying out. If he didn't move, there was no problem, but as soon as he moved, his wound immediately came out with intense pain.
Even watching the game to distract myself didn't work.
Kūkaku Shiba said irritably, "You were talking so tough to Ganju just now, couldn't you show some manly spirit?"
"That's all bragging."
Shiraishi frankly admitted that if there were outsiders present, he could grit his teeth and persevere.
If he didn't have that, with Kūkaku Shiba by his side, what would he be pretending for?
"It's going to hurt more now, just bear with it."
Kūkaku Shiba's tone was full of helplessness as she pressed down on his wrist with one hand and poured the medicine powder into the hideous wound with the other.
The dark green powder fell onto the wound, making a hissing sound.
"Ouch!" Shiraishi almost jumped up, struggling to keep his fingers from closing, feeling a burning pain in his palms, and sweat pouring down his forehead.
Kūkaku Shiba quickly wrapped the bandage around her hand, pulled hard, and elicited another pig-like scream. She tied a knot in the bandage and said, "Okay, it's alright now."
"I feel like my palms are on fire; it's better not to do anything about it."
Shiraishi looked weak, deeply understanding how painful it was to be injured in battle.
Kūkaku Shiba patted his head gently and said, "Bear with it, it'll be fine in a few days. Who are you fighting?"
Shiraishi replied, " 11th Division Kenpachi Zaraki."
Kūkaku Shiba asked in surprise, "Aren't you the acting captain of the Tenth Division? Why is he causing you trouble?"
"Well, that's just his personality. It just so happened that I encountered a little resistance in my Bankai training, so I took the opportunity to agree to fight him."
Shiraishi answered her question, he gradually got used to the pain in his palm, and his tense body slowly relaxed.
Kūkaku Shiba gently stroked his head and asked, "So, what did you learn from the battle?"
"Yes, I'll try it later, until then."
He paused, then traced the curve of his waist with his right hand, intending to launch a surprise attack on the high ground.
Kūkaku Shiba grabbed him, saying irritably, "What are you thinking about? It's broad daylight."
"It's not like we haven't done it in broad daylight before."
"No, come again tonight."
Her attitude was firm. This was at the Shiba Clan, and it was daytime. What if Ganju got injured during practice and heard that kind of sound?
She no longer needs to be the head of the household.
"All right."
Shiraishi lowered his hand; entertainment was out of the question, only serious matters remained. "Don't disturb me until I wake up."
"Lie down to the side."
"No, I want a lap pillow."
"..." Kūkaku Shiba sighed, thinking of the injury on his left hand, and didn't take a hard line, saying indulgently, "Fine, you can have it if you want it."
Shiraishi closed his eyes and entered his own mental world.
Beneath the azure sky lie desolate mountains, with knives stuck into the hard rock.
Infinity sat on the rock pillar, one leg dangling out. "You look very confident."
Shiraishi tilted his head back and said, "Hmm, I somewhat understand what you mean by 'madness'."
"Is that so? Let's begin then."
Infinity off her languid demeanor and stood up; it was only at this moment in her day that she didn't feel bored.
There's no need to sit motionless on the rock pillar like a statue, gazing up at the sky.
Therefore, she hoped that this time could be extended a little.
Therefore, she would never let it slide.
A sharp blade flashed down.
Shiraishi dodged with Steel Tempest, recalling his battle with Kenpachi Zaraki, and that excited, unwilling-to-lose state.
So-called madness is nothing more than an extreme form of mentality.
A voice whispered from the depths of the darkness, and he tried to hear it clearly as the golden light of the blade illuminated everything.
Shiraishi hurriedly dodged, but was still a step too slow, and a bloody flower bloomed from his chest.
I'm not giving you time to think it over.
Infinity landed a successful blow, Wujin didn't continue his attack, but instead asked, "Want to rest?"
"No, it's just a minor injury, nothing to worry about."
In the past, Shiraishi rested to find the path to enlightenment. Now that he has that feeling, he naturally wants to deepen it, so he won't stop easily. "Let's continue."