The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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The battle continues.
One gust of violent wind after another.
Shiraishi sat on the brown stone slab, showing no interest in joining in. He wasn't particularly interested in easily defeating weaker opponents, nor was he interested in fighting against stronger ones.
Ultimately, his goal in becoming stronger wasn't to fight anyone or to save the world—nothing so noble as that.
He simply wanted to change himself, to be able to stand up against injustice.
Furthermore, power and status are not important things.
Money is needed.
Without money, even basic necessities are hard to come by. The thought of wanting to eat watermelon but not being able to afford even a slice is heartbreaking.
Shiraishi leaned back, staring blankly at the blue sky, his mind replaying the thoughts that had been interrupted by Shinji Hirako.
What exactly did Soi Fon mean by what she said last night?
As he pondered, the tremors beneath him lessened, while the rumbling from the other side of Mount Mang continued to spread, but nothing followed.
An army of over ten thousand men was wiped out by two people in less than ten minutes.
call.
Her petite figure landed beside the stone slab, gazing at the person lying there sunbathing. A surge of murderous intent erupted, and her delicate, palm-sized face contorted with rage. "White! Stone!"
The two words were almost spat out from between their teeth.
Soi Fon felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger. She was working herself to the bone, killing those enemies.
On one hand, it was to protect the Sajin Komamura; on the other hand, it was to buy time for Shiraishi.
And this guy actually played her?
Soi Fon's series of reprimands surged from her abdomen to her throat, gathering at her mouth in preparation for a powerful attack.
" Soi Fon, I like you."
Shiraishi sat up, his face serious, and said, "In that case, it won't be a problem for me to take advantage of you in the future."
"Ha?"
A thousand angry words fell silent instantly.
Her silver-gray cat eyes widened, then blinked.
She was really looking forward to the first sentence, but not in this kind of setting or at this time.
You're a real pervert!
Soi Fon yelled, her mind becoming increasingly chaotic. She was both happy that he said he liked her, and desperately wanted to get her thoughts back to the important matter at hand.
Currently performing a task!
!
Her professional ethics and personal feelings intertwined, almost tearing her in two.
The intense conflict exceeded the capacity of her little brain, causing her to stomp her feet frantically, shouting, "I really can't stand it! What are you thinking about all day long?"
"We're on a mission, and you're saying things like this? Can't you be serious for once?"
As she complained, Soi Fon finally suppressed her sentimental thoughts, stopped stomping her foot, and said with a stern face, "You're not thinking of letting the enemy escape just because of this, are you?"
Shiraishi smiled and said, "No, I only understood what you said last night afterward."
"Shut up."
Soi Fon clenched her Riot Games, suppressing the urge to punch that smiling face. Didn't this guy have any idea how much of a ripple his words had caused in her heart?
Why did you let Hirako?
Shiraishi truthfully replied, "I couldn't keep him."
"Why can't you keep it? You didn't even use the Bankai?"
Soi Fon was quite confident in Shiraishi's strength, believing that if he used his Bankai, Shinji Hirako wouldn't be able to escape.
Shiraishi spread his hands and said, "It was my carelessness. I didn't expect him to have no intention of fighting me at all. He used his Shikai and ran away."
"You bastard..."
Soi Fon was furious, but helpless. If she missed this opportunity, catching Shinji Hirako next time wouldn't be easy.
The other party will definitely be more cautious, and there's also the whereabouts of others.
Thinking of all this, she sighed helplessly, "I will report the truth to Captain-Commander Yamamoto. You'll be punished."
"Don't say that. I didn't come away empty-handed. I learned from Hirako that they weren't acting for the Shinigami, but rather to deal with someone else."
Shiraishi relayed Shinji Hirako's message, solemnly stating, "There is a traitor among the Shinigami."
You are the prime suspect.
Soi Fon casually remarked,
Then it suddenly dawned on him, "This is a smokescreen. Hirako is staying behind to keep us occupied, while the others might have already infiltrated the Seireitei. We must inform Captain-Commander Yamamoto of this."
"Okay, I'll report now."
Knowing he couldn't persuade her, Shiraishi could only tell Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto himself that whether the old man believed it or not was none of his business.
The necessary reports have been submitted.
He took out his Denreishinki and called the Research and Development Institute.
Seireitei, outside the noble district.
The autumn wind is chilly.
The torrential rain that had lasted for days stopped, and the post-rain sunshine was warm. On the golden rooftop, a black cat lay lazily, its eyes fixed on the door.
Yoruichi Shihōin was able to sneak into Seireitei today by hiding inside the merchant guild's convoy.
She arrived at the outskirts of the noble street, but couldn't break in; instead, she saw a man sitting at the main entrance.
Her black hair was combed meticulously, and she wore Kenseikan, a symbol of her noble status.
Byakuya Kuchiki.
This former brat has become so reliable that he's giving her a hard time.
The secret passage left from earlier years was sealed off again, and it's unclear why it was exposed.
I don't want to force my way in, so I can only wait patiently.
Yoruichi Shihōin lay there.
Byakuya Kuchiki stood up after waiting from noon until the end of the workday, with no intention of working overtime.
The events that happened in Seireitei made him want to continue training and become even stronger.
The two guards thoughtfully opened the gate to the noble street.
Yoruichi Shihōin narrowed his eyes slightly, deciding to take the risk. The noble street hadn't opened once all afternoon, and it was unlikely to open again at night.
She used all her Shunpo to leap forward.
In an instant, Byakuya Kuchiki glanced down at the pale purple doll-like opening and saw a dark shadow flash by.
Does it look like a cat?
Upon closer inspection, there was nothing there.
Was that just my imagination?
Yes, that's an illusion.
Byakuya Kuchiki made his own judgment.
If it's not a misperception, uu is going to find that person while reading the book.
Therefore, it's definitely an illusion.
That demonic cat couldn't possibly be here.
Recalling the recent intrusion notification, Byakuya Kuchiki lowered his eyes, still deciding to treat it as an illusion.
He also felt guilty about Yushiro's death; if he had reacted sooner, perhaps it would have been in time.
Byakuya Kuchiki sighed inwardly and Shunpo to return to the Kuchiki Clan.
Yoruichi Shihōin sped across the rooftops of the noble district and quickly arrived at the Shihoin Clan.
She was naturally familiar with this place and easily bypassed everyone to reach the mourning hall where the family head's body was placed.
The funeral of the head of the Shihoin Clan is no small matter; it requires choosing an auspicious day and receiving flowers from all relatives, friends, and the lower-ranking nobles who serve him.
This resulted in Yushiro's burial being delayed for a long time.
It was dusk, and the mourning hall was very quiet. The people keeping vigil were secretly eating the pastries they had hidden away.
No one felt sorrow for Yushiro's death; some within the family even resented his incompetence, which they believed led the family to decline.
Yoruichi Shihōin was secretly annoyed by the careless attitude of the mourners, but she couldn't do anything about it. With a white chrysanthemum in her mouth, Shunpo to land on the coffin.
Yushiro lay inside, his delicate face exposed, the rest of his body submerged beneath the white chrysanthemums.
She put down the white chrysanthemum, stepped forward with her cat-like paw to his face, kissed his forehead, her eyes filled with sorrow.
At this moment, she could feel the weight of her brother's death even more, and truly understood that she would never hear him call her "sister" again.
Tears Flash in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She rallied herself, Shunpo, she left the mourning hall Shihoin Clan.
The goal is the Tsunayashiro Clan's collection of books; only through these books can we find out what has been lost.