The Unforgiven from Shinigami
When people dedicate themselves to what they believe to be a great cause.
Whether the career is good or bad, it will make you realize that you are a valuable person.
In this regard, Soi Fon has more authority to speak than Rangiku Matsumoto.
She had long regarded Stealth Force operations as a noble cause.
To maintain world peace, they remain hidden in the shadows.
This design fills Soi Fon with a sense of pride.
Therefore, she never slacks off at work, always works overtime, and never leaves early.
There wasn't much to do today.
Captain-Commander Yamamoto's strategy of holding fast to the Seireitei made the administrative work of each unit much easier.
There aren't many things I need to manage; my main focus is on training and improving the overall strength of the team members.
After finishing the last document, Soi Fon leaned back, stretching her arms and legs out and arching her back.
"Time to get off work~"
Work is sacred, but leaving get off work is still a happy thing.
She stretched, trying to lower her hands, but her right hand was grasped by a large hand. The familiar touch preempted her words, making her give up her retort, " Shaoling ~"
She looked up, her small face tense, and asked, "Is there something you need?"
Shiraishi gently held her soft hand, smiling broadly, and said, "I'd like to invite you to dinner."
Soi Fon immediately withdrew her right hand, a hint of suspicion in her eyes, and said warily, "What have you done? Let me tell you, don't even think about bribing me or pulling strings to get in through back channels."
I will show absolutely no leniency to anyone who breaks the law or violates discipline!
"What nonsense are you thinking? I just want to treat you to a meal to apologize for carelessly letting Hirako go."
Shiraishi maintained an upright and dignified demeanor, refusing to utter a single word about anything related to sex, striving to maintain the facade of a virtuous gentleman until his true intentions were exposed.
Soi Fon tilted her head, the doubt in her eyes still lingering. "I'm warning you again, don't even think about bribing me."
"I have always acted with integrity and honesty, and have never done anything against my conscience."
Shiraishi, his face full of indignation, turned around and said, "I kindly invited you to a meal, and you're being so suspicious. If you don't want to eat, fine, I'll save myself some money on food."
"Wait, who said I won't eat?"
Soi Fon quickly called out to stop her.
She wasn't someone who liked to take advantage of others, but she felt she'd be missing out if she didn't take advantage of Shiraishi's bargains.
Besides, it's just a meal, how could it possibly get you into trouble?
That's impossible.
"Which restaurant do you want to take me to? Let me make it clear beforehand, I absolutely refuse to go to any terrible restaurants."
"Don't worry, we won't go to restaurants, they're too unhygienic. We'll have a picnic, buy our own ingredients, and it'll be clean and hygienic."
This is the greatest romance that Shiraishi Wallet can allow.
"Picnic..." Soi Fon recalled her childhood memories of her older brothers taking her on sneaky picnics outside.
What were the reasons at the time?
She tried hard to recall, but found she couldn't remember, and her brows furrowed slightly.
The frown on his face made Shiraishi's heart skip a beat, and he changed his mind, saying, "If you don't like it, we can eat at the Crimson Restaurant."
I think picnics are nice.
Soi Fon rejected the suggestion of eating at a restaurant, hands on her hips, and asked, "Are you ready?"
Shiraishi chuckled awkwardly, "I was busy with work this afternoon and didn't have time to set it up."
Soi Fon's eyes widened. She stood on tiptoe, reached out and touched his forehead, asking in surprise, "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"
"I helped Bankai train his Hitsugaya, and beat him so badly he had to be hospitalized. I've had to help him with his work these past few days."
"Oh, that Reiatsu at noon was from Hitsugaya."
Soi Fon still vaguely remembered that short guy who was shorter than her.
A genius from the Shin'ō Academy, the Third Seat of the Tenth Division, he is down-to-earth and hardworking, far superior to that cunning and sly person.
"Hey, I think there's something wrong with your eyes."
"Really? You're just imagining things. Let's go buy the ingredients and finish this quickly. I still need to cultivate tonight."
"Alright," Shiraishi didn't pursue the matter, thinking to himself that he deliberately didn't prepare anything, just wanting to drag it out until nightfall.
The grove at night, dim and quiet, was the perfect setting.
He secretly decided to delay until six o'clock in the evening.
The procurement ended at 6:15.
unwise...
Shiraishi leaned against a tree, looking annoyed. He had been wandering around for what seemed like forever, but when he left the market, it was still bright outside.
Everything needed for an outdoor barbecue, from tools to ingredients, was prepared. There were no more excuses to delay; we had to reach the designated mountaintop.
The autumn wind rustled through the grove, the leaves whispering as if mocking someone for wasting their efforts.
"I won't give up so easily."
Shiraishi murmured a sentence.
Soi Fon shouted, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and start a fire!"
"Oh, coming." Shiraishi responded, returned to the barbecue grill, started a fire, and blew on it to make the charcoal burn red-hot.
Soi Fon unbuckled her belt, took off her Captain's Haori, and tossed it to hang on a nearby tree.
Captain's Haori is definitely not as suitable for the event as Xing Zhan's outfit.
She squatted down, reached one hand into the wooden tub, and picked up a skewer with the other to skewer the meat. "Here you go."
"No need to rush."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Fill it up right now!"
Soi Fon rolled her eyes, her hands moving swiftly as she filled the grill with meat skewers, placing the extras on a plate.
Shiraishi flipped the meat skewers over; once they were almost done grilling, he started brushing them with oil.
With a hiss, smoke billowed up, accompanied by a fragrant aroma. Soi Fon sniff, swallowed hard, and said, "I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve."
Shiraishi suddenly became arrogant and said, "Barbecuing is something anyone can do, it's very simple, do you want to give it a try?"
Soi Fon was quite tempted; she had always been bothered that her cooking skills couldn't compare to Nemu Kurotsuchi's.
If you can learn how to barbecue, a delicious and easy skill, you can at least catch up a little.
"I'll give it a try." Soi Fon clapped her hands, stepped forward, grabbed the wooden stick, and intended to follow suit.
At this moment, Shiraishi reached out and covered her small palm, saying enthusiastically, "Just flip it like this, don't grill it for too long, remember to flip it several times to avoid burning the meat, then brush it with oil, and when it's almost done, sprinkle on the seasonings..."
White smoke hissed as her hands were held, her heart pounding like a deer's.
Unlike the handshake just now, this time it was much closer, like being hugged tightly.
The girl's heart fluttered, she was flustered, thinking, " Shiraishi's hands are so big, he could probably hold both of my hands with one of them."
His chest was very sturdy, and leaning against him made me feel very safe.
He didn't take in a single word of the barbecue knowledge that Shiraishi taught him.
"It's done grilling. Try one."
A lamb skewer was brought to her lips, and she instinctively opened her mouth and took a bite. Oil gushed out, and a numbing spiciness assaulted her tongue. She quickly swallowed it, exclaiming, "Phew, so hot, so spicy!"
Frustrated, Soi Fon stomped her feet on the spot. After a while, she recovered and angrily said, "Why did you put it so spicy?"
Shiraishi looked bewildered and said, "You saw me sprinkling cumin, don't you know how spicy it is?"
"..." Soi Fon was speechless. She couldn't very well say that she was so preoccupied with thinking about him that she hadn't paid attention to the barbecue. "Shut up, it's all your fault. Put less spice in the next batch."
------Aside------
P. S.: The next chapter is risky, so I'm posting it early to avoid review. (Two points)