The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The atmosphere, which had been lively, instantly turned cold.
The candlelight flickered inside the lamp.
a little.
"Are you drunk? Let's discuss what to do tomorrow."
Rangiku Matsumoto subtly suggested, "Go wash up and go to sleep, don't stay awake dreaming."
Want to use Retsu Unohana on a handsome man?
That would be more reliable than hoping that a sow could go to the moon.
"Yes," Isane Kotetsu replied weakly.
She felt that Shiraishi's proposal was very bold and innovative, but in terms of practicality, it was somewhat lacking in consideration.
Captain Unohana wouldn't fall for that kind of thing at all.
Shiraishi rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Of course I understand that I can't do it on my own, but I can go to the Twelfth Division and Nemu to develop a perfume that can enhance my masculine charm."
Secondly, Isane covered for me. Before the perfume was developed, you didn't say anything, just silently shed tears, making Unohana feel sorry for you and softening her psychological defenses.
Then, once the perfume is successfully developed, you can ask her out on a date. If she's not interested, just accept reality. That way, she'll definitely agree to your request.
Then, hehe...
Even after hearing the plan, they still looked unconvinced.
Shiraishi understood why he didn't believe it; naturally, the plan sounded unreliable.
As the Fourth Division Captain, a master of medicine and herbalist, it is extremely difficult for him to Kaidō down Retsu Unohana.
However, it's not entirely hopeless.
The saying goes, "Even the best swimmers can drown."
If handled properly, it's not impossible to secretly obtain the Unohana.
Of course, following his plan is absolutely impossible.
His true purpose was not what the plan stated.
Shiraishi knew very well that talking wouldn't stop Retsu Unohana; only a fierce clash of swords could wake her up.
The problem is that without resorting to some underhanded tactics, such a collision could easily escalate into a fatal outcome for one party.
Therefore, he decided to resort to despicable means.
He certainly wouldn't reveal the specific methods he used to them, so as not to damage his personal image.
"In short, just do as I say and I guarantee Retsu Unohana will be alright."
Shiraishi placed one hand on each shoulder, conveying a strong sense of confidence that traveled from his palms to the shoulders and then to his brain.
Isane Kotetsu hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try my best to cry."
What should I do?
Rangiku Matsumoto couldn't help but ask a question.
Shiraishi laughed, "Providing funds and clothes for the date? I've already handed over all my money in the West District Ten to Kūkaku, I don't have a single penny in my pocket."
"..." Rangiku Matsumoto suddenly regretted asking the question. It wasn't that she was stingy, but she was simply short of money and couldn't come up with that much cash.
Isane Kotetsu quickly came to the rescue, saying, "I've saved up quite a bit of money, so I'll use my own. Let Sister Rangiku pick out the clothes; she has excellent taste."
That's all I can do.
Rangiku Matsumoto gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Shiraishi comforted him, "Don't underestimate yourself. Even a piece of toilet paper has its uses, let alone a person. You can even warm my bed."
He was met with a cold gaze, as if he were being looked at as scum.
It has to be said that the advantage of beautiful women is that even if they look at you with disdain, you can't bring yourself to dislike them; in fact, you might even feel a bit excited.
"Ahem, I'll head to the Twelfth Division now. Goodbye."
Shiraishi coughed, afraid that his excitement would be noticed, and disappeared from the house using the Steel Tempest.
The sound of rushing wind rang in my ears, then stopped.
The moonlight was soft.
The door to the Twelfth Division's barracks was laid out. Shiraishi stepped into the courtyard and reached the main entrance, where a doorbell had been installed.
He reached out and pressed it.
Ding-dong.
A pale blue screen popped up, and the Mohu Electronics speaker announced, "Please state your name and the purpose of your visit."
" Shiraishi, come find Nemu."
"Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling..."
The scrolling text kept going down.
Shiraishi remained expressionless, drew his sword, and swung it a few times across the door, imbued with Reiatsu.
With a clang, the iron gate slammed shut.
The light screen also disappeared completely.
A cool breeze wafted from the hall.
He stepped into the hall, but heard no alarm. He looked around, hesitating whether he should force his way in.
Since we're here to ask someone for a favor, we might as well wait here.
Shiraishi waited quietly in the hall.
Footsteps echoed down the corridor, and Nemu Kurotsuchi jogged out, her expression indifferent, her deep green eyes as bright and captivating as the full moon outside.
This was enough to show her inner joy.
" Shiraishi!" She lunged forward.
" Nemu, it's been a long time."
As he spoke, his chest was struck by the fleshy object. He took two steps back, touched her head, and felt her hair, which was still so soft and smooth.
"Mmm." Nemu Kurotsuchi nuzzled affectionately against his chest. "Have you eaten yet? If not, I'll make you some."
"I just ate," Shiraishi replied with a smile, then looked at her, who was clinging to him like an octopus, "You can get down now."
"No, I want to leave my mark on Shiraishi too."
Nemu Kurotsuchi refused his request. She could smell the scent of other women, so she wanted to leave her own scent on Shiraishi.
"You're not a puppy, and I'm not a telephone pole."
Shiraishi muttered something under her breath, and UU, unable to do anything about it, could only say, "I wanted to ask you, does the Twelfth Division have a perfume that can slowly numb people, the kind that has side effects after smelling it for a few days?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi thought for a moment, flipping through her past memories, and said, "I remember that Hiyosu once helped a nobleman research a perfume that could attract the opposite sex as long as it was sprayed on the body, regardless of the face."
After seven consecutive days, a small action by a man can trigger a surge in testosterone, making him obsessed with procreation.
"Okay, I'll take this perfume. It should have an effect on someone of Captain Unohana's caliber, right?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi replied, "This perfume is not affected by Reiatsu; even with the strongest willpower, it will still have some influence."
"Huh? You're going to use it on Captain Unohana?"
It was only then that she realized what was happening, a hint of surprise in her eyes, and a touch of grievance in her voice as she said, "If you need anything, I can help you."
"What are you thinking? I'm trying to save someone."
Shiraishi slapped her on the head and explained why he had done it.
"... That's how it is. Go and ask if they still have that perfume."
"Oh." Nemu Kurotsuchi released her hands and feet, breaking free of her octopus form, and turned to run towards the corridor.
Shiraishi let out a heavy breath, slowly relaxing his body and becoming less rigid.
After a while, Nemu Kurotsuchi rushed back and said, " Hiyosu said he has no stock on hand. If you want it, you'll have to wait until the first of next month. Also, he told the members of the Tenth Division to relax their control."
The main ingredient used to make that perfume was listed as a prohibited item by the Seireitei.
Shiraishi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Tell him that there's only one exception, and I'll go pick him up myself."
"Good."
Nemu Kurotsuchi ran back again.