The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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"Ah..."
With a final, mournful cry, the man breathed his last. Soi Fon tossed him aside, leaving the ground littered with corpses.
Blood slowly spread across the ground.
Her expression remained largely unchanged, still as cold as ice.
Whether they speak out or not, these people will all die.
He defied the rules set by the Seireitei, barging into this place from the Outer Rukongai. He was meek and subservient in front of her, yet he was incredibly arrogant in front of others.
Having worked in this field, she is well aware of the darkness in people's hearts, though perhaps there are a few good people among them.
But that's too little.
So few that she didn't bother to distinguish them.
She Shunpo to the Shiraishi.
Laughter continued.
Compared to Soi Fon's brutal interrogation, Shiraishi's methods were gentler, simply involving tickling.
The effect was not very effective.
"What are you doing?"
Soi Fon glared at him fiercely, thinking he was just slacking off and had no motivation whatsoever. Who uses such childish methods for interrogation?
Just as Shiraishi was about to answer, he smelled the strong fishy odor emanating from her, pinched his nose, and said, "You stink! Did you slip and fall at the fish stall?"
Soi Fon's icy expression instantly crumbled, a blush of shyness flashing across her face before she grew even colder, snapping, "Get out of the way! How long are you going to interrogate me like this? Watch out for my method!"
Having said that, she stepped forward and stomped on the laughing man's foot, breaking it instantly, turning the laughter into a wail.
That shrill sound was no less piercing than a pig being slaughtered.
Shiraishi's heart trembled upon hearing this.
He hated hearing screams like that. Not just from humans, but from any creature, the screams made his scalp tingle.
It's utterly incomprehensible why there would be perverts in the world who enjoy listening to others scream in agony; those desperate sounds are like knives scraping at the heart.
Shiraishi decisively left the place.
Reaching a mountaintop outside the city, I released some of my Reiatsu, looked up at the sky and the trees, and the beauty of nature brought peace to my mind.
After a while, he sensed the Reiatsu fluctuations of the Sajin Komamura and saw a forty-meter-long steel sword being swung by an arm and slammed into the street.
With a deafening roar, the entire street exploded, as if a small nuclear bomb had landed on it, sending dust billowing up.
Soi Fon Shunpo to return, "Hmph, unnecessary."
It seems there's some conflict between them and the village.
Shiraishi opened his mouth, but decided not to speak.
Sajin Komamura was an upright man and naturally disapproved of Soi Fon's methods of torture.
On one hand, there's morality; on the other, practicality. If we really want to debate who's right and who's wrong, both sides have their own merits.
He didn't want to get involved in this conflict, so he chose to handle it quietly.
A moment later, Sajin Komamura Shunpo at the mountaintop using Shunpo. His Akita-like head was filled with a serious expression. " Captain Soi Fon."
"I don't want to talk to you about justice."
Soi Fon interrupted him abruptly, her face cold as she said, "According to my information, there is a group in the 70th district recruiting troops in an attempt to launch an attack on Seireitei."
Many people were lured there; I guess it was Shinji Hirako.
"Is that so?"
Sajin Komamura swallowed his words; with a formidable enemy at hand, internal conflicts must be avoided.
Shiraishi was puzzled. Visored Shin'uchi attack Seireitei?
That's not right.
"Your news isn't fake, is it?"
"These are the same words I obtained from interrogating different people, and the location was Mount Mang in District 70."
Soi Fon was confident in her interrogation skills, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "Let's first see how many people there are before deciding whether to attack or notify Captain-Commander Yamamoto."
"Okay," Shiraishi agreed, but the doubts in his heart were still not resolved. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
After thinking it over, he decided not to dwell on things that were left unresolved; things would work themselves out.
"Let's go," Soi Fon commanded naturally, Shunpo towards Mount Mang in District 70.
The 70th West Rukongai is quite far back, where the Reishi density has become relatively thin, and the natural environment is polarized.
Some places are teeming with life, while others are barren.
Mount Mang is a mountain, but it is a barren mountain with no vegetation on its surface. Starting from the middle of the mountain, there are many natural holes, which make the part above the middle of the mountain look like a honeycomb.
With a little manipulation, a base can be established.
It was precisely this convenient condition that made it the headquarters of the Anti-Shinigami Alliance on the afternoon of September 13th.
Most of the members of this alliance are from the Outer Rukongai.
Having witnessed the prosperity ahead, they no longer wanted to return to that desolate, Outer Rukongai.
But they also knew that once Shinigami had a spare moment, it would surely send them back to that desolate land.
What if I don't want to go back but can't win the fight?
The only option is to gravitate towards the strong.
The number of people visiting Mount Mang has now exceeded 10,000 and continues to increase.
In the heart of Mount Mang, amidst bonfires and fine wine, the air is filled with the sounds of people, and fights frequently break out, occasionally resulting in deaths, yet no one seems to care.
The Anti-Shinigami Alliance is loosely organized and has no control over its lower-level members.
There are no constraints at the top, but there are unspoken rules that prevent anyone from taking action against each other.
"Glug glug," a burly man nearly three meters tall gulped down his drink, his eyes fixed on the man lying on his side above him.
The man had long, blond hair that covered his ears, styled in a bob, and his expression was languid, showing absolutely no drive to accomplish anything significant.
" Hirako, most of the people who were supposed to come have arrived. When are we going to attack Seireitei?"
The burly man couldn't help but ask.
Shinji Hirako twirled a strand of hair between his fingers and said lazily, "Don't rush. With our current forces, attacking Seireitei is impossible. Let's wait patiently."
Another person spoke up, "The problem is that there are too many people, and the food supply can't keep up. If we don't start looting, we'll soon run out of resources."
"Tsk."
Shinji Hirako stopped daydreaming while curling his sideburns, shifted from lying on his side to sitting upright, and rested his chin on his hands, saying, "In that case, why don't we have a meeting to discuss the issue of three meals a day?"
"Boss Hirako!" the burly man called out in dissatisfaction.
"Hey, hey," Shinji Hirako replied impatiently, inwardly sighing, wondering why he had to play house with these guys.
Thinking of this, another lazy-looking guy popped into his mind. He scratched his head and sighed, "I really can't do anything with you guys. Let's all go."
"Oh!
"The strong man shouted loudly, and the orders were relayed layer by layer, and the excited shouts of the people echoed throughout the Mount Mang."
A dense mass of people emerged from the numerous holes, looking almost like a swarm of ants leaving their nest.
Shinji Hirako hooked his Zanpakuto around his finger and walked slowly outside, his excited shouts gradually fading away.
Outside Mount Mang, on the open rocky ground, three figures stood there, the autumn wind stirring up dust and swirling the ends of their haori (traditional Japanese jackets).
White on the outside, black on the inside.
"How nostalgic!"
Shinji Hirako sighed, drew his Zanpakuto, and pointed it forward. "What are you all standing there for? The enemy is right ahead! Take them down!"