Shinigami the Unforgiven, Chapter 199: Return to Seireitei!
The rapid sounds of knives striking each other rose and fell.
The two figures separated immediately upon contact.
Sweat trickled down his forehead and cheeks, finally pooling on his chin and dripping down.
Shiraishi's mouth was slightly open, panting heavily, and the knife in his hand shattered into pieces silently.
Infinity did not seize the opportunity to launch an attack, but remained in place to rest quietly.
"Phew, that's enough for today."
He loosened his grip on the hilt of his knife, wiped the sweat from his face, and relentlessly fought for two hours straight, without using any special abilities, simply exchanging blows with each other using their knives.
This is a very tiring thing.
The reason for choosing this tiring method was that Shiraishi discovered it by chance.
There isn't just one real knife; any knife stuck in the ground can be considered a real knife.
The premise is that his mental state remains calm and undisturbed.
In that case, the knife formed from his fragments of spirit would become hard.
That's not enough.
Having a sword alone is not enough to defeat Infinity; his body also needs to be in a state of frenzied excitement for his Reiatsu to possibly surpass Infinity's.
This is the meaning of madness and composure.
It's really not easy to do that.
Shiraishi always felt that the excitement was still a little bit lacking, and his Reiatsu could never be raised to its maximum level.
Therefore, they were unable to overcome the Infinity, resulting in this stalemate that lasted for two hours.
"You still have a long way to go." Infinity said, letting out a heavy breath, knowing in his heart that it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness.
Shiraishi smiled, his figure disappeared from the spiritual world and returned to his spirit body. He opened his eyes and heard the familiar scolding voice again.
" Ganju! I've said it many times, a true nobleman must be proficient in both literature and martial arts. Is what you're writing even calligraphy? It's as ugly as Shiraishi's!"
"I think her handwriting is better than my brother-in-law's."
"Is beating him fun? Rewrite it!"
Caught in the Shiraishi, Shiraishi opened the sliding door and angrily shouted, "Hey, that's enough!"
"What's up?"
Kūkaku Shiba stood with his hands on his hips, head tilted to one side, his olive-green eyes gleaming with a fierce killing intent.
Undeterred, he stood up and strode forward. " Ganju! You're so ignorant! Listen to Kūkaku properly!"
After scolding Ganju Shiba, who was kneeling in the corridor, he turned around and said with a smile, "Would you like some watermelon? I'll go get it for you."
Kūkaku Shiba snorted, "No need."
"Haha, then you can continue with your work, I won't bother you anymore."
Shiraishi spoke, he decisively slipped away from here and slipped into the hall, where crooked words were written on white paper on the floor.
To be fair, his calligraphy is a bit more conservative than his own, lacking that unrestrained wildness, no wonder he gets criticized.
He walked to the table, picked up a slice of watermelon, took a big bite, and spat the seeds into an empty plate to be disposed of later.
If you vomit indiscriminately, you'll get hit by Kūkaku's iron fist.
A short while later, Koganehiko came in from outside. "Lord Shiraishi, there are Punishment Force's men outside who want to see you."
" Punishment Force, huh?" Shiraishi finished the fruit in a few bites, left the rind on the table, and walked out.
The temperature increases with distance from the exit; by the time you reach the door, the heat is like fire burning your skin.
Despite the weather, Punishment Force's men were still dressed in black, their faces covered with black scarves, their bald heads reflecting the dazzling sunlight.
" Acting Captain Shiraishi."
Punishment Force's man bowed and said, " Captain Soi Fon asked me to tell you something."
Shiraishi asked curiously, "What is it?"
Punishment Force's men replied, "The target of the Demon Fist Kaoru Tendō is not you, but Captain-Commander Yamamoto Seireitei, who is staying in the Seireitei. We hope you can return to the Seireitei to take charge."
Shiraishi frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
"Here's what happened..."
Punishment Force's men told him the whole story.
"Oh, I see. The so-called Noble Revival Society colluding with Kaoru Tendō, intending to make their move on September 9th."
Shiraishi stroked his chin, wondering why it had to be on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month.
Could it be that Kaoru Tendō is secretly practicing some kind of technique?
That's not impossible.
He thought to himself, but didn't give a specific answer, saying only, "You may leave."
"This..." Punishment Force's men looked up.
"Go down."
Shiraishi repeated impatiently, his Reiatsu subtly pressing down on the other party.
"Yes!" The man was so frightened that sweat beaded on his forehead, and he quickly returned in Shunpo.
Why not go back?
A questioning voice came from inside the house, Kūkaku Shiba slowly walked up the steps.
Shiroganehiko, who was standing nearby, wisely left, not wanting to get involved in their affairs.
Shiraishi turned around, looking rather helpless, and said, "Eavesdropping isn't a good habit."
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes at him. "I just happened to walk by and overheard. Don't try to change the subject. Why don't you go back?"
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"Uh, I always feel like you'll move as soon as I leave."
Shiraishi truthfully expressed his thoughts.
"..."
"See? You fell silent. That's exactly what you were thinking."
Kūkaku Shiba said helplessly, "If you promise me you'll come back once a month, I won't move."
Shiraishi asked, puzzled, "With my Shunpo, I can come back every day without any problem."
"That's the problem. With you staying here these past few days, I haven't had a single inspiration for making fireworks. Apart from training the Ganju, all I can think about is you. I don't have any time for myself."
Kūkaku Shiba looked troubled and said, "I don't want to become the kind of woman who has nothing but love. Giving each other some distance will make our meetings more passionate."
Love is like fireworks.
This is her view.
She loves the vibrant colors of fireworks as they rise into the sky, and she understands that creating that dazzling light requires a period of production time that outsiders might find tedious.
But in the eyes of this maker, just thinking about the moment the fireworks explode makes the production process anything but boring.
She didn't want to spend every day with Shiraishi, letting that anticipated happiness become routine, slowly eroding the initial passion over time.
"Okay." Shiraishi reached out and stroked her cheek, whispering in her ear, "Next time we meet, you have to wear the clothes I bought you, and be a good girl, okay?"
"You don't need to come back this month. Stay in Seireitei and spend some quality time with your little sweetheart."
"I really don't understand you," Shiraishi muttered, so unwilling to let him leave, yet insisting on pushing him away.
Kūkaku Shiba said irritably, "You're a classic example of someone who gets a good deal and then acts innocent. Get lost."
With that, she kicked out with her fair, delicate foot.
Shiraishi casually grabbed and tickled the sole of her foot, causing her cute toes to curl up. "Stop it, let go of me."
"Alright, see you next month." Shiraishi released his grip, not lingering there any longer, Steel Tempest to the Hakutōmon.
The sun was shining brightly, and Jidanbō, who was supposed to be guarding the gate, had gone off to slack off in Rukongai again.
He turned around and shouted in that direction, " Jidanbō! Come and open the door for me!"
"Oh, you're here."
The towering Jidanbō stopped playing with the children, got up, and ran back to Hakutōmon.