The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Rukia is getting married?!
Shocked, Byakuya Kuchiki felt something slipping from his heart—his last promise to his wife Hisana: to protect her sister.
He has always done his best in his own way, providing the best food, clothing, shelter, and safe working conditions.
The incident involving Kaien Shiba was an exception; who could have imagined that such a powerful captain would die at the hands of a Hollow who wasn't even Menos Grande?
This incident dealt a heavy blow to Rukia, and he didn't know how to comfort her.
According to the Kuchiki Clan family rules, such injuries must be healed slowly, respecting the individual's wishes.
He chose to give Rukia time, and unexpectedly, during this time, Shiraishi was able to capture Rukia's heart.
Complex thoughts raced through his mind. While Byakuya Kuchiki was surprised, he was also somewhat pleased that Rukia had overcome her trauma. His expression returned to its usual aloofness. "When are you two getting married?" he asked.
This sentence completely baffled Shiraishi. He was just joking, but the other party actually took it seriously?
That's awkward.
Shiraishi scratched his head and said weakly, "Sorry, I was just kidding."
"..."
The air fell silent.
Their eyes met, Shiraishi forced a friendly smile, trying to ease the awkwardness between them.
He truly couldn't believe that the other person wouldn't understand such an obvious joke.
A surge of anger rose in Byakuya Kuchiki's heart. Since he came of age, no one had ever dared to make such a joke at his expense.
Not to mention making fun of Rukia's reputation.
Their different upbringings led to different levels of importance placed on this matter in their hearts.
Byakuya Kuchiki raised his hand and said in a cold voice, " Hadō #33: Sōkatsui!"
A blue light burst forth in the darkness, and with a whoosh, the entire captain's room exploded, along with the courtyard and rocks behind it, all of which were utterly destroyed.
The dust particles became particularly noticeable under the moonlight, rising one by one.
Shiraishi, with his foot on the roof, said, "Have you vented your anger yet? What a petty fellow, making such a big deal out of a joke."
"No need for further words, draw your sword."
Byakuya Kuchiki landed opposite him, gripping his Zanpakuto. His Silver-White Windflower Silk fluttered in the wind, and his cold face revealed a hint of killing intent.
Shiraishi also gripped the hilt of the knife.
The atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.
"Oh dear, even having a drink can lead to this kind of trouble."
A mature voice rang out, and between the two appeared a man wearing a straw hat, a floral coat, and a woman's fancy hairpin on his ponytail.
Please stop here.
Shunsui Kyōraku, raised his straw hat and said, " Captain Kuchiki, no matter what the conflict is, resorting to violence like this is against the rules."
Upon hearing the word "rules," Byakuya Kuchiki snapped out of his anger and removed his hand from the hilt of his sword.
As the head of the Kuchiki Clan, his every move was closely watched by others.
Many things cannot be decided by one's mood.
Byakuya Kuchiki only broke the rules twice in his life: once by marrying Hisana against the wishes of all the nobles.
One instance was fulfilling Hisana wish by having Rukia join the Kuchiki Clan, despite opposition from any nobles.
He swore at his parents' graves that there would never be a third time.
Byakuya Kuchiki turned to leave.
Shiraishi quickly said, "Wait, you can leave, but how should the compensation be calculated?"
The Tenth Division's budget was already in a state of near-total bankruptcy.
"I'll send someone over tomorrow to renovate this place for you."
After saying that, Byakuya Kuchiki left in a Shunpo.
With the Kuchiki Clan's current financial resources, let alone a house or a courtyard, even renovating the entire Tenth Division would be a small problem.
The decline of the Tsunayashiro Clan and Shihoin Clan allowed the Kuchiki Clan to rise to its highest prestige in history, earning them the title of the head of the Five Great Noble Clans, and their wealth increased accordingly.
"Tsk tsk, this is the world of the rich. A room, a courtyard, and they don't even flinch."
Shiraishi was filled with admiration.
Shunsui Kyōraku stepped aside and smiled, "Nice to meet you, Captain Shiraishi. My name is Shunsui Kyōraku."
Shiraishi nodded and said, "I 'Matsumoto mention your drinking buddy. You've been drinking with her for so long and you're still not flushed. You have a really high alcohol tolerance."
"It's alright, want to grab a drink? There's still plenty of meat and vegetables left."
Shunsui Kyōraku enjoys drinking with girls, but when he's really into it, he doesn't discriminate between men and women; he'll pull anyone over to drink with him.
"Okay, I'm fine too."
Shiraishi's original plan was to fight until dawn, Soi Fon wouldn't cooperate, so he had to change his plans and have a good drink instead.
"What happened?" "I don't know." "I just heard a loud bang, and wait, why is smoke coming from the captain's room?"
The soldiers, awakened by the noise, left their barracks and gathered in the front courtyard. They stared at the smoking captain's room, bewildered and confused.
"Don't panic. I've just come up with a new renovation plan, and we'll start tomorrow. I'm so sorry for disturbing everyone. Please go back to sleep."
Shiraishi landed on the second floor, loudly explained a few words, and then turned and walked towards the private room where the vice-captain was.
A pair of straw sandals lay discarded at the doorway; the house was brightly lit inside, lacking any girlish atmosphere.
The decorations are very simple.
The most eye-catching thing is a large wardrobe that is the same height and length as the wall. You can tell it is filled with all kinds of kimonos without even opening it.
To the right is a small table with a whole roasted lamb on it, along with several plates of unfinished dishes, both meat and vegetables.
The aroma of wine and meat mingled in the air, drifting out through the open window. Shunsui Kyōraku nudged an empty bottle aside with his foot. " Captain Shiraishi, please sit here. The meat on the table is still warm, don't be shy."
Shiraishi's attention wasn't on the meat; he was looking at Rangiku Matsumoto lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth. "Hey! Kyōraku, don't you think Matsumoto's condition is terrible?"
He was foaming at the mouth.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine after a night's sleep."
Shunsui Kyōraku didn't seem to mind, and laughed, "I was startled at first too. When we were sent to the Fourth Division, we were told that I'd be fine after a night's sleep. Matsumoto really can drink."
"Coming from your mouth, that statement becomes very unconvincing."
Shiraishi made a comment.
In his opinion, Rangiku Matsumoto's alcohol tolerance was absolutely the best.
I never imagined there would be someone even better.
Shunsui Kyōraku picked up his sake, swirled it gently, and said, "It's nothing, I just live a little longer and drink more sake."
No one can compare to Captain Shiraishi, who is said to be able to navigate among several female Seated Officer with ease, including two female captains. She is truly the envy of everyone.
"Slander! Blatant slander! I was just normally concerned about their daily lives."
Shiraishi protested his innocence and poured himself a glass of wine.
Shunsui Kyōraku revealed a knowing smile that all men understand. "I understand. Women are like beautiful flowers, and as a man, how can I not cherish them?"
" Kyōraku, you really understand me. Come on, let's have a drink."
"Cheers, to the beautiful flowers of Seireitei."