The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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Every inch of Retsu Unohana's skin exudes softness, yet conceals a hardness no less than that of rock.
This was the first time Shiraishi had encountered this type of person.
In reality, the woman he truly had practical experience with was Kūkaku, a passionate and bold woman who, when in the mood, could cooperate with any of his actions.
I haven't tried Soi Fon, but judging from the reactions, she's the kind of prickly girl who starts off a little haughty and arrogant, but later becomes a kitten that can be easily manipulated.
The Retsu Unohana.
She was a fierce tiger that pounced on its prey from the shadows, still ravenous, and loved to tear apart its prey's body with her sharp claws and teeth.
It really took a big bite!
Wherever she bit, there would be bloodstains.
Shiraishi couldn't cry out in pain.
One can take up half of your face, and two together can completely submerge your face, filling your nose with the fresh scent of grass and trees.
It's like having a heated waterbed covering your entire face; to avoid suffocating, you have to fight back.
If you don't want to be eaten, you have to bite back.
Fiercely.
They show absolutely no leniency.
He began fighting the tiger on the hard ground, and the intense fighting would tear a wound on his back.
However, Retsu Unohana isn't completely insane; she occasionally reveals tenderness, like a fierce tiger protecting its cubs, licking their bloody wounds.
Madness and gentleness alternate, two completely different qualities, yet they are blended together.
Shiraishi felt like he was going crazy; his mind was completely blank. It was truly an extreme experience unlike anything he had experienced with Kūkaku.
Ultimately, the giant cargo ship was hit by the raging tsunami and floated on and off the canal, but eventually managed to unload its cargo safely.
"Call."
Shiraishi lay on the hard rock, his back burning, and his shoulders, arms, and chest also feeling numb.
A wave of fatigue washed over me. I didn't know if it was because I had used up too much Reiatsu earlier, or Retsu Unohana was just too much of a troublemaker.
In short, he was exhausted after just one time.
Retsu Unohana suddenly stood up, like a bottle cap being suddenly opened with a crisp sound, and stood up completely straight, her clear eyes sweeping over her shoulders and chest.
There were also bleeding teeth marks.
Shiraishi said lazily, "We're even. Look at my injuries, especially my back; it's all scraped raw by the rocks. It's much worse than yours."
"It's nothing," she replied with a smile, placing her hand on her shoulder. A flash of light appeared in her Kaidō, and the small wounds quickly healed and disappeared.
He continued down the path, healing the wounds that bled the most, then knelt down and reached out to heal the bleeding wounds.
"And on your back," he rolled over, revealing his bloodied and mangled back.
Retsu Unohana had seen all sorts of horrific wounds, so she wasn't frightened at all. A slight smile played on her lips, and her eyes narrowed into crescent shapes as she said, "This battle was quite enjoyable."
"If you can think this way, then all the hard work Isane and I put in wasn't in vain."
Shiraishi noticed that the wound on his back had healed, and propped himself up with his hands. "Alright, don't keep Isane waiting, let's go back."
Retsu Unohana placed her hand on his shoulder, her soft body leaning against his muscular back, and whispered in his ear, "This won't do, the perfume's effects haven't worn off yet."
"Well."
Shiraishi tensed up; if he remembered correctly, the perfume's effect was only for one use!
Normally, he would be happy to hear Retsu Unohana take such initiative, but now it's really not possible.
He fought Kūkaku for days and nights, maintaining his full strength beforehand, rather than being weakened by Reiatsu and mental exhaustion.
Retsu Unohana suddenly grabbed down, her voice tinged with a smile, "You still look quite energetic, you should be able to hold on."
It's okay, whatever your injury, I can heal you~
" Isane is really in pain, let's not keep her waiting too long."
Shiraishi answered in a trembling voice, his five fingers applying varying pressure, his fingertips occasionally brushing against the skin as if a current of electricity were coursing through it.
"You went against my wishes without my permission. Do you really think I have such a good temper if I don't punish you?"
Retsu Unohana gripped his shoulder even tighter.
He smiled and said, "The passion generated by battle is fleeting, like fireflies in summer, existing only at night and in the grass."
Shiraishi said, "To put it simply..."
"Either I drag you along, or you drag me along; only one of us can walk out of this door today."
Retsu Unohana appears generous on the outside, but she's actually quite petty at heart.
The previous battle was enjoyable, but her original plan was disrupted and she was ambushed and defeated. She couldn't let go of her anger unless she won a round back.
They wouldn't let Shiraishi walk out; he had to lie down.
"You think you've got me wrapped around your little finger? You're kidding! Today I'll show you what a real man is!"
Seeing that leaving was hopeless, Shiraishi felt a surge of heroic spirit.
How can a grown man be reduced to a spineless wimp and dragged out the door by a woman?
A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated; if his spirit is broken, death is the only option!
The fourth round began in the Muken moments.
District 6, the aristocratic district.
The bright sunlight shone on the front door of the Tsunayashiro Clan.
A sea of people surged forth.
All nobles who have no conflict of interest or enmity with the Tsunayashiro Clan will pay a visit today.
This is basic etiquette for nobles.
The Tsunayashiro Clan would also host banquets in the front yard.
The large rooms were furnished with tables and chairs, and there were expensive fruit platters and desserts for guests to pass the time.
"Lord of the Shihoin Clan, Yushiro Shihōin has arrived!"
As the greeters shouted, the sedan curtain was lifted, and Yushiro, dressed in a formal suit, stepped out.
He dislikes attending such formal occasions.
At times like these, he felt he was not a person, but a statue enshrined in a temple.
Its sole purpose is for outsiders to worship.
" Yushiro, you've arrived." Tsunayashiro Tokinada he walked down the steps.
His ability to greet the head of the Shihoin Clan, given his status, was naturally due to his deep friendship with Yushiro.
"You personally invited me, how could I refuse?"
Yushiro smiled.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada smiled slightly and took out a document from his pocket, saying, "This is a report about Ginjiro. I forgot to give it to you yesterday. Take a look carefully, and sign it if there are no problems."
"I'll sign it right away."
At the main gate, Yushiro couldn't just stand there reading the documents. He glanced at them briefly, took the pen, and signed his name on them.
"Please come in and sit down. I'll have someone send this document back to the Gold Seal Unit."
Yushiro grabbed him and said, "Let my men deliver it, Kiyama."
"Yes."
Someone instantly used Shunpo to land next to Yushiro.
Tsunayashiro Tokinada, with his hands behind his back, gently shook the document. The paper on the surface turned to dust, revealing the hidden contents.
"Please deliver this to the Gold Seal Unit, to Fifth Seat Uchida."
Tsunayashiro Tokinada spoke first, folded the document, and handed it to Kiyama without changing his expression.
It's all about the thrill.
Kiyama glanced at Yushiro.
"Go."
Yushiro had no suspicions.