The Unforgiven from Shinigami
September 21st.
As the long night passed, the first rays of morning sunlight rose from the east, casting their glow on the roof of the Seireitei.
It's getting late today.
Dressed in a black and white maid outfit, with black stockings and wooden clogs, Nemu Kurotsuchi hopped across the rooftops of the Seireitei, lost in thought.
A cool autumn breeze brushed against her cheeks, her braids occasionally fluttering as she carried a four-tiered food box in her hand.
Last night, the number of Hollows invading the World of the Living almost doubled. Mayuri- sama said that Aizen was behind it all, but the specific reasons are unclear.
If we simply watch people die, Shinigami would be suspected of dereliction of duty; but sending people over rashly would only increase our own casualties unnecessarily.
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Compared to the sheer number of Hollows, the Shinigami is far less, and under human control, they simply cannot cope.
To prevent further increases in human casualties and to avoid casualties among the Shinigami, Mayuri Kurotsuchi decides to deploy Modified Soul in the battle.
Nemu Kurotsuchi is responsible for sending Modified Soul into the bodies of dead humans in the World of the Living, allowing them to stand up again and attack the Hollows.
The results were remarkable.
As for how to explain things to Sōya Azashiro, that was no longer within Mayuri Kurotsuchi's considerations.
Through the Tsunayashiro Clan's collection of books, Nemu Kurotsuchi found the specific steps of the Tsunayashiro Clan's experiment on Artificial Soul King.
A Fullbringer Artificial Soul King requires the combined corpses of a Fullbringer, Shinigami, Quincy, and a human to take shape.
It seems that the Soul King's Power is achieved by mixing all races together.
Nemu Kurotsuchi didn't know what Mayuri- sama, who knew all this, was planning, but in any case, she was going to be very busy.
As soon as she had a spare moment in the morning, she would make breakfast, grab the food box, and head to Shiraishi's place, wanting him to enjoy the delicious food she had prepared.
The Tenth Division's barracks came into view. She leaped from a distance to the door and reached out to open it.
The sliding door was shaking.
She tried to open it, but couldn't, and heard a crisp clapping sound.
" Shiraishi? What are you doing? I've brought breakfast."
"Ah, I'm doing my morning exercise. I left the lunchbox outside. I'll probably be busy today, so you don't need to clean."
Shiraishi's voice was somewhat flustered, and he was breathing heavily.
Nemu Kurotsuchi blinked, watching the door shake, wondering what kind of activity required closing the door as well?
However, she was indeed very busy today.
I might not have time to come see you lately, so you'll have to eat out for all your meals.
"Oh, it's okay, I understand. You go ahead with your work."
"Okay, I've left the lunchbox outside the door. Remember to eat it after you exercise."
She bent down, placed the food box on the ground, turned around, and leaped away.
Inside the room, Shiraishi noticed her Reiatsu had dissipated and breathed a sigh of relief. He slapped Kūkaku hard on the Kūkaku and said, "I told you not to move your waist. What if Nemu finds out?"
Kūkaku Shiba leaned against the door, sweat sticking to the paper on the sliding door. "You talk as if you're not more energetic. Why don't you just honestly admit you're a pervert?"
She turned her head and engaged in a saliva-based exchange with Shiraishi.
Shiraishi has reached his limit.
At a speed of 300 per second, it ignores the obstruction of the scorching magma.
This strike pierced through the earth's core!
"Phew, we're full. It's time for the mouths upstairs to eat."
Kūkaku Shiba's face was flushed, her olive-green eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her hair was stuck to her cheeks with sweat.
She wiped the sweat from her brow and casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She had come all this way early in the morning just to imbue this man with her scent.
It was partly due to a woman's jealousy.
She opened the sliding door and reached in to take the food box from the doorway and bring it inside.
Shiraishi watched her bend over, his heart itching, and said, "When you're not wearing clothes, I always feel like you're seducing me."
"So what? I'm not giving you a chance. I made an appointment with Yoruichi to go to the World of the Living later to see Uncle Isshin and discuss the alliance with Old Man Yamamoto."
Kūkaku Shiba walked lightly to the table, placed the food box, opened the lid, and looked at the luxurious food inside. "Oh, that girl named Nemu has pretty good cooking skills. Have you slept with her?"
No, I've always thought of her as a younger sister.
"Oh, that's even better! A sister who's not related by blood, tsk tsk, your interests are getting more and more perverse. No wonder you're the man I've set my sights on."
Sometimes, Shiraishi couldn't handle her direct approach. She was more open than most men when it came to matters of the heart, so he could only change the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, I've wanted to ask this for a long time. I haven't seen any discharge. Couldn't you be pregnant?"
Kūkaku Shiba brought the dishes out and placed them on the table, saying confidently, "Impossible. I can digest all of that with my Spiritual Power. Unless I don't use it, there's no chance I'll get pregnant."
"Actually, having a child is a good thing."
After putting on his clothes, Shiraishi muttered to himself, "Our child should possess extraordinary talent."
"I have no interest. Everyone says I can't have children, but having a naughty younger brother has made me realize how terrifying and helpless children can be."
Kūkaku Shiba shook her head. Although she doted on her younger brother, the thought of killing him often crossed her mind.
Especially when that guy is being naughty and making mistakes.
I'm so angry!
But they couldn't really kill him; the blood ties were there.
Kūkaku Shiba picked up a knife, took a bite of meat, and said, "Why don't you have someone else give birth to your child, like Retsu Unohana?"
"No chance."
Shiraishi replied dejectedly, unable to imagine Retsu Unohana with a large pregnant belly.
Soi Fon doesn't even dare to make her relationship public, let alone talk about having a child; she'd probably be scared away and run away.
Isane... that's a possibility. With her gentle personality, she might not refuse his request to have a child.
The problem lies with Retsu Unohana.
She always guarded against him, like a thief, preventing him from getting close to Isane.
Nemu, can androids create humans?
If it's not possible, it would be a heartbreaking thing for him to bring it up rashly, especially since the three-year period hasn't ended yet.
I just couldn't bring myself to ask.
Upon reflection, Shiraishi was surprised to discover that, surrounded by beautiful women, having offspring was actually quite a difficult task.
With his abilities, there's no need to worry about him dying so quickly.
But as a man, I still hope to have a lovely daughter.
Forget about the son.
He couldn't be bothered with those mischievous kids.
"Okay, don't think too much about it. Here, have a piece of meat."
Kūkaku Shiba picked up a piece of meat and fed it to him, then picked up two pieces for herself and gave him one.
Shiraishi swallowed and said, "This is food that Nemu made for me. Is it appropriate for you to eat so much?"
"That's the kind of thrill I want—to seduce someone else's man and eat food cooked for him by someone else."
Kūkaku Shiba uttered some of Cao Cao's words, then stroked his chin, "Thinking like this occasionally is not bad, but most of the time you have to be my person, understand?"
"Of course, I've always been yours."
I love the way you lie without blushing.
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes at him. "Eat up, it'll make things easier for us."