The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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After the great battle, the Fourth Division's General Infirmary was definitely one of the busiest organizations.
The wounded were continuously brought in from various places.
The Five Dragon Destruction used by Oniyasha caused numerous injuries and deaths.
Kiyōnosuke Yamada was to personally perform surgery on the Sajin Komamura, leaving the entire responsibility of on-site coordination and command to Isane Kotetsu.
She hadn't slept at all last night, and was already under a lot of pressure this morning, plus all these other things to deal with.
As he was speaking, he suddenly lost consciousness; his vision went blank, all the sounds around him vanished in an instant, and he fell backward.
He didn't fall onto the hard ground, but into her fragrant, soft embrace. His hand stroked her hair from behind, gently caressing her cheek. "I'm sorry, Isane, leave the rest to me."
That voice is... Captain Unohana, Shiraishi, you really did it.
As she thought this, she closed her eyes, a relieved smile on her lips.
A gentle glint flashed in Retsu Unohana's eyes as she looked up and began to take charge of the situation, directing the various medical teams, "The wounded from different squads should not be mixed up; try to place them together."
Her voice was calm and measured, and she could immediately tell the severity of the injuries of every wounded person brought in.
A bed was also arranged for the Shiraishi in the Misty Lake.
He fell asleep almost immediately, unable to keep his eyelids open.
It was too tiring to ride with Retsu Unohana. She was like a wild horse that never bowed its head, and the rider was either thrown off and trampled or struggled to stay on its back.
Being on horseback gives one a great sense of conquest and satisfaction, but the time cannot last long, and one is soon trampled underfoot.
That's part of the fun too.
But in that case, it's a bittersweet experience; only by conquering her can one enjoy ultimate pleasure.
Unfortunately, that's not an easy thing.
More often than not, Shiraishi was thrown off his horse and stayed under its hooves.
Time slips away quietly.
The daytime hustle and bustle is swept away by the night, General Infirmary is enveloped in silence.
As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window in the early morning, the curtains drawn on either side failed to provide the desired effect.
The light shone directly on Shiraishi's face, so dazzling that he subconsciously turned his head, wanting to continue sleeping.
Glug glug.
The abdomen emitted a protesting growl.
Shiraishi couldn't sleep. He could hold his pee, but when he got hungry, it felt like there was a hole in his abdomen that he could never fill.
"Uh." He opened his eyes.
This is a ward at the General Infirmary.
Perhaps because he was the acting team leader, he was given a private room. The other patients' beds around him were not luxuriously furnished; they only had a bedside table with a vase containing a chrysanthemum.
The Zanpakuto leaned against the headboard.
Not seeing the bell, Shiraishi mentally gave it a bad review, propped himself up with his hands, and slightly released some of his Reiatsu.
The ward door creaked open.
The newcomer had long, thick black hair cascading down her back, with exquisitely beautiful features and slightly red lips, like delicate cherry tomatoes, tempting one to take a bite.
She didn't come empty-handed; she was carrying a large bowl of noodles, the broth of which was red, and it was full of meat and noodles, with occasional glimpses of green vegetables.
"I think you must be hungry," Retsu Unohana said with a smile.
Shiraishi glanced at the noodles and complained, "As a doctor, don't you think it's bad for your patients' health to eat such spicy noodles so early in the morning?"
"It's nothing. We're not ordinary people, it won't affect us. If you don't want it, I'll give it to someone else."
Retsu Unohana turned to leave.
"No, I'll eat it."
Shiraishi quickly called out to them, his stomach growling with hunger; he couldn't bear to watch breakfast leave.
Looking at the sky outside, he realized that it was impossible to expect Nemu to bring him breakfast.
Retsu Unohana handed him the bowl and sat down on the stool by the bed. "These are noodles I made myself. Try them and see how they taste."
That's what they say, but aside from the spiciness, Shiraishi can't taste anything else.
The soup is spicy, the noodles are spicy, and the meat is spicy.
He ate until he was sweating profusely.
Retsu Unohana took out a handkerchief and helped wipe the sweat from his forehead and cheeks. "Don't worry, no one's going to take it from you. The soup is a special medicinal soup I made. If you're not full, you can drink it all."
Shiraishi quickly picked it up and gulped down a large mouthful, "Huff, huff."
It felt like fire was burning inside my body.
He continued to wolf down his food, finally finishing the large bowl of noodles, even the soup.
His lost Reiatsu was rapidly recovering, freeing him from the torment of kidney deficiency.
Shiraishi immediately jumped out of bed, stretched comfortably, and exhaled a breath of fresh air towards the rising sun, "Finally alive again."
"You were quite arrogant yesterday."
Retsu Unohana's eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a knowing smile as she said, "In the end, you still gave in; you couldn't be tough."
"Ahem," Shiraishi coughed awkwardly, turning around and saying, "You took advantage of me yesterday. Try it again if you dare."
Retsu Unohana smiled and said, "No, I've said it before, the passion of battle is only in the moment. If you miss it and want to meet again, it depends on your efforts and, most importantly, your luck."
"You're not so naive as to think that once we've had physical intimacy, everything will be fine, right?"
That was just a fleeting thought; it doesn't mean anything.
She stood up from the stool, picked up the bowl, and said, "If there's nothing else, you can go back to the Tenth Division. Everyone will probably be very busy while you're reading."
Shiraishi shrugged, a smile spreading across his face. "I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. Heh, in the next battle, I'll show you what a real man is."
"Hehe," Retsu Unohana smiled slightly and winked, "I look forward to your performance."
Shiraishi was in high spirits.
Climbing to the top is certainly tiring, but the magnificent view from the summit is enough to motivate people to put in the effort and sweat.
He picked up the Zanpakuto leaning against the headboard, placed it at his waist, and walked outside.
There were few people in the corridor; Retsu Unohana was no longer there.
Approaching me was a man wearing glasses, carrying flowers for a sick person and a bag of fruit.
"Good morning, Captain Shiraishi. Are you here to visit the injured soldiers?"
Aizen greeted him with a smile.
Shiraishi cursed his bad luck inwardly and said, "I'm a patient; I was just discharged from here."
Aizen ignored his coldness and said with a smile, "Yesterday was really dangerous. Oniyasha actually used illusions to deceive us there. Fortunately, it didn't cause too much damage."
"This is all thanks to Captain Shiraishi and your team."
"..."
Shiraishi was stunned.
What does this mean?
He thought about it and realized that he seemed to have met Retsu Unohana yesterday with Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto.
After that, my memory is not very clear. I was too tired and didn't bother to pay attention to many things.
Was there an attack on Seireitei?
Seeing his seemingly clueless expression, Aizen's curiosity grew even stronger. "Why were you injured?"
"A minor mishap."
Shiraishi didn't want to go into details. "I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
"Hmm." Aizen nodded and continued walking forward.