The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Bankai doesn't mean you can master it immediately; those who can are always a minority.
Most people need to spend years, or even a decade, training to truly master Bankai.
This refers to ordinary people.
For a genius like Tōshirō Hitsugaya, the timeline is hard to predict.
But it's impossible to master it immediately.
Under Shiraishi's full-force Steel Tempest, Tōshirō Hitsugaya had absolutely no chance to react.
He was instantly killed in one hit.
"White!" Rangiku Matsumoto called out, and the two disappeared from sight, leaving only one sentence in the air. "I'm taking him to the Fourth Division."
Shiraishi, carrying Tōshirō Hitsugaya, rushed to the Fourth Division's General Infirmary.
Before long, the gate of the General Infirmary was in sight, Isane Kotetsu led several team members to hurry out, carrying a stretcher.
" Isane, please treat Hitsugaya."
Upon seeing this, Shiraishi quickly stepped forward and placed the person on a stretcher.
Isane Kotetsu paused for a moment, but didn't delay, immediately saying, "I'll arrange the surgery right away, don't worry."
"Hmm," Shiraishi deliberately avoided the vital points, not worried that anything would really happen, and turned to walk out of the courtyard gate.
call.
Her long, black hair cascaded down, and sunlight shone on her jade-like face, adding to her radiance. " Shiraishi, you've come."
Her eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a smile.
"Lie~ It's been so long, I missed you so much."
Shiraishi smiled, thinking to himself, "I knew it wouldn't be so easy to leave here."
"I miss you too. Every time I think of you and come here, I carelessly brew my treasured tea leaves."
Retsu Unohana slowly opened her narrowed eyes, her empty gaze revealing a pressure that seemed to want to draw people in, making even the sunlight appear dimmer. "The killing intent in my heart just keeps surging out, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
Shiraishi swallowed hard, took a step back, and said seriously, "I asked you and got your permission before I started this, you're the one trying to fob me off."
Retsu Unohana took two steps forward, a forced smile on her face, and said, "So, it's still my fault?"
"It's okay, I'll forgive you for all your mistakes."
Shiraishi put his hand on her shoulder, his face full of infatuation.
Retsu Unohana had to admit that his skin was incredibly thick, and laughed, "Fine, you can go now."
"Huh, you're letting me go?"
Seeing how easily she released him, Shiraishi became less confident. He sniffed the air; there was no unusual smell, not even the scent of herbs. "Honestly," he said, "Did you drug me?"
Retsu Unohana blinked, then spread her hands and said, "I don't know. It's because I'm a bit old and my memory isn't good. It's clearly my fault, but you're still being blamed."
"Uh, I was wrong last time. I apologize. How about I buy you the same tea sometime when I have some free time?"
Shiraishi smiled broadly, gently patting her shoulders with both hands before switching to a massage. From behind, one could see the waves of her breasts swaying at the neckline of her Shihakushō.
As long as he increases the force on his side, the angle of the sway will be just as large.
He swallowed hard, then leaned close to his ear, his voice brushing against his temples, "Lie, when are we going to fight again?"
Retsu Unohana glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. She leaned back, her black hair brushing against his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "What a shame, you'll have to deal with it yourself."
This made him excited. Retsu Unohana released his hand, put some distance between them, and said slowly, "Don't forget to compensate me with a jar of Snow Mountain Da Hong Pao tea. If I'm in a good mood, I might give you another chance to prove yourself."
"Don't worry, I'll compensate you as soon as possible."
Despite his words, Shiraishi felt a headache coming on when he thought about the price of that Snow Mountain Da Hong Pao tea.
The tea seller is so kind; they could have just robbed you, but they chose to sell instead.
Is it really necessary to charge such a high price for just a can of tea?
Shiraishi, who never drinks tea, couldn't understand and sighed inwardly, thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to get into Lie's bedside anytime soon.
Kūkaku doesn't have time; she's looking for Soi Fon tonight. If she wants to get to base, simply taking off her pants won't work.
Why don't I invite her to dinner tonight?
Shiraishi stroked his chin, feeling the need to prepare a candlelight dinner; with the right atmosphere, anything could be done.
Conversely, if the atmosphere isn't properly created, nothing that can be done will get done.
He made up his mind and with a Steel Tempest, returned to the Tenth Division's barracks.
A number of soldiers gathered in the courtyard, talking amongst themselves. The noisy chatter revolved around one question: why were Shiraishi and Hitsugaya fighting?
"Cough." Shiraishi landed on the frost-covered roof and coughed heavily, drawing the gazes of those below. "I was just helping Hitsugaya with his Bankai training. Don't worry, he's fine. He'll be back to work after a few days in the hospital."
You may all disperse.
Shiraishi waved his hand, signaling them to stop gossiping, and then jumped down to the second floor.
Rangiku Matsumoto leaned against the wall, her eyes filled with anticipation, and asked, "Could Hitsugaya's method of learning Bankai allow me to learn Bankai?"
Shiraishi scratched his head and said, "Judging from your original progress with Bankai, Hitsugaya was able to learn Bankai in the face of life and death. Aside from his talent, it's also because he was just one step away from mastering Bankai."
"That won't work."
Her eyes were lowered, her face somewhat gloomy, and the last glimmer of hope in her heart was extinguished like a candle in the wind.
Come to think of it, she had faced several life-or-death crises without any signs of breakthrough, and her own strength had reached a bottleneck a long time ago.
"In that case, we should let Hitsugaya take the vice-captain position."
Rangiku Matsumoto brushed her hair aside, somewhat dejected, and didn't want to continue being the vice-captain.
Shiraishi laughed and said, "Between a glamorous older sister and a naive little brat, I will always choose the glamorous older sister."
"What a pity, a glamorous older sister would never choose a philandering playboy; she'd only date an innocent, pure-hearted man."
Rangiku Matsumoto adjusted her mindset and joked with a smile, saying that she and Gin were similar in some ways.
Or rather, she subconsciously strives to be like him, unwilling to expose her weaknesses to others.
Her disguise was far from reaching the level of Yin's; imitation is still imitation, and can never compare to the real thing.
Shiraishi smiled and said, "That's a real shame. You've had a hard time these Hitsugaya won't be able to leave the hospital anytime soon."
Rangiku Matsumoto said irritably, "Who told you to hit so hard? Couldn't you have been gentler?"
"At that point, I couldn't hold back; I had to go all out."
Shiraishi replied helplessly, "He probably just learned Bankai," Tōshirō Hitsugaya was very excited.
He doesn't strike hard enough, making it difficult to stop the other person's actions.
"Really? I'll take a nap while we still have time."
Rangiku Matsumoto stretched, not intending to slack off, but wanting to find her value in her work.