The Unforgiven from Shinigami
6th Division Lieutenant, Ginjiro, is dead!
Upon hearing this news, Rangiku Matsumoto, who had been lying on the sofa, immediately flipped over, staring at the squad member reporting at the table, and asked in astonishment, "When?"
"It was probably during lunch break when the body was nailed to the side of the watchtower outside Sanling Lane, northwest of Noble Street, with a knife."
The soldier quickly replied, "Our patrol team is cordoning off the area. What should we do?"
Should we notify the 6th Division?
"No need yet! Hitsugaya, I'll go find the captain. You go to the scene immediately."
Rangiku Matsumoto had a bad feeling. There had been some negative news about the aristocratic district recently, and then she heard about Ginjiro's death.
Clearly, the rumors circulating in Seireitei were far too conservative.
The situation on Noble Street has exceeded all expectations.
Regardless, murder cases fall under the jurisdiction of the Tenth Division, and Shiraishi, who is currently on a date, must be notified to handle them.
She quickly rolled over and went out the window towards Mount Ontake.
From their date on the 2nd to today, the 8th, Shiraishi and Retsu Unohana have been going to different places every day.
Today we are at Mount Ontake in the Tenth Division District.
She Shunpo arrived at the Mount Ontake, where cliffs rose high into the clouds, their peaks covered in frost.
" Captain Shiraishi!"
She shouted, releasing her Reiatsu that spread throughout the entire Mount Ontake.
Within the lush forest, Shiraishi couldn't hear any shouts, only sensed that familiar Reiatsu. He glanced sideways and said, "Retsu, today's date will probably have to be canceled."
"Just what I wanted." Retsu Unohana smiled, her eyes narrowing into crescent shapes. Tomorrow was the day of her battle against Zaraki, and at least today, she wanted to say a proper goodbye to Isane.
Since he took the initiative to bring it up, it couldn't be considered that she broke her promise to Isane.
"That's a really disheartening answer."
Shiraishi made a comment.
Retsu Unohana chuckled, "I gave you a chance, but it wasn't enough. In the future, don't overestimate your charm and be more careful."
"Hehe."
Shiraishi smiled.
Opportunity...
For someone like her, for whom battle is everything, it's impossible to melt her unbreakable defenses with natural scenery and sweet words.
The so-called opportunity never existed in the first place.
He didn't hold out much hope. With a Steel Tempest, he left the forest and landed at the foot of the mountain, asking, " Matsumoto, is there something urgent?"
Rangiku Matsumoto turned around, her face grave, and said, "The vice-captain of the 6th Division, Ginjiro, is dead. He was murdered in the District 6, and his body is still nailed to the side of the watchtower."
"They really never let us have a moment's peace."
Shiraishi frowned. If he remembered correctly, Ginjiro should have lived until a few months before the start of the story before retiring, allowing Renji Abarai successfully take over.
He was killed beforehand.
Who is the murderer?
As Shiraishi was deep in thought, his expression changed slightly, and he looked up towards the direction of District 6. "I'll go first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the foot of the mountain.
The next second, the ground beneath their feet was District 6.
He looked up and saw a tall watchtower standing before him. The walls, which should have been pure white, were now covered in a large amount of blood flowing down from the center.
An old man was nailed to the wall with a knife, his head drooping, his eyes lifeless.
Several members of the Tenth Division collapsed to the ground, covered in sweat.
Byakuya Kuchiki raised his head, his expression as solid as ice, without the slightest change.
However, a pink fluorescent Reiatsu emanated from his body, and the heavy pressure caused several team members to show expressions of near collapse.
He was completely unaware of it, which is enough to prove how intense his inner turmoil was.
Ginjiro is a lower-ranking nobleman who serves the Kuchiki Clan. He has watched his father grow up, starting from his grandfather's generation, and he has also watched himself grow up...
Byakuya, suppress your Reiatsu.
Shiraishi offered a reminder.
"I don't recall allowing a commoner like you to address someone by their first name!"
Byakuya Kuchiki turned around, his words highly aggressive, seemingly provocative, his expression still cold.
The Reiatsu that could be released outwards was once again contained within the body.
Several team members collapsed to the ground, covered in sweat.
Shiraishi ignored the sharpness in his tone and said in a deep voice, "Since it's a murder case, it should fall under the jurisdiction of the Tenth Division. We will find out who the murderer is."
"No need, I know who it is."
Byakuya Kuchiki refused to let him help, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
The Shihoin Clan and Kuchiki Clan have been embroiled in a fierce conflict recently, and Ginjiro has been under constant surveillance by the Gold Seal Unit.
How could the Gold Seal Unit be completely unaware of something like this?
Only a fool would believe that.
" Byakuya, the sky is actually colorless."
What do you mean by that?
This time, Byakuya Kuchiki didn't correct his form of address; he was just puzzled as to why he suddenly said that.
Shiraishi spread his hands and said, "What you consider to be the truth is very likely a self-righteous truth."
Just like this sky, the reason you perceive it as blue is because your eyes are deceiving you.
Byakuya Kuchiki pursed his lips, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
If the Gold Seal Unit were to kill Ginjiro, such an act would be far too conspicuous.
No, it could also be a deliberate deception.
He was torn.
"As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. You'd better not get involved in this matter and let the Tenth Division investigate."
Shiraishi continued to persuade him.
Byakuya Kuchiki thought for a moment, then turned around and said, " Ginjiro is the butler of the Kuchiki Clan and the vice-captain of the 6th Division. I will personally wash away the humiliation he suffered."
This is the duty of the 6th Division and the head of the Kuchiki Clan.
It was also a younger person's way of mourning an elder.
Byakuya Kuchiki didn't say those words aloud.
He Shunpo, drew his sword with his left hand, caught Ginjiro with his right, and kicked off the wall, leaving the scene.
"This is troublesome."
Shiraishi scratched his head, hoping that Byakuya Kuchiki wouldn't let his anger cloud his judgment and cause him to act recklessly.
He walked over to the soldiers and asked, "Do you still have the strength?"
"Excuse me, Captain Shiraishi, we'd probably need to lie down for a while."
One person answered with difficulty.
Seeing that they were drenched in sweat, even their Shihakushō were soaked, Shiraishi used his Steel Tempest to travel back and forth between the Tenth Division and this place, carrying a large bucket of water to replenish their fluids.
As for the plan to take them back, he felt that none of them were injured, nor were they girls.
Who would want to hug a smelly man?
Several people picked up their bowls and began to gulp it down.
At that moment, Tōshirō Hitsugaya arrived at the scene, glanced up, and asked, "Captain, where's the body?"
" Byakuya carried her back."
Shiraishi turned around and answered.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya frowned and sighed, "I couldn't hide it after all."
Shiraishi asked, "Why did this suddenly happen?"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya shook his head. He rarely chatted with others and spent all his time buried in documents, anything not recorded in the documents.
"He had absolutely no idea," or " Lieutenant Matsumoto knew more."
"I'll leave this to you to clean up."
Shiraishi patted him on the shoulder and used the Steel Tempest to ask Rangiku Matsumoto for details.
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