Buzz.
The thin, black wings flapped through the air, making a faint sound that, at close range, could not escape Shiraishi's perception.
He returned from the mental world to his physical body, opened his eyes, and saw a black Hell Butterfly circling around his head.
"Come here." Shiraishi raised his right hand to welcome the Hell Butterfly's descent, and the instant his index finger touched hers, a command from the Seireitei reached his ears.
Shiraishi raised his index finger. "I understand. Let's go back."
The Hell Butterfly fluttered its wings and flew away silently from the sky.
Shiraishi stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Captain-Commander Yamamoto's new order is to find Fullbringer, either to cooperate with them, to arrest them, or, if all else fails, to kill them.
In short, we must prevent Fullbringer from falling into Aizen's hands.
According to Kūgo Ginjō, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's request was to capture him alive if possible.
It's easier said than done. Think about it: the Seireitei hasn't found Ginjo's whereabouts in all these years. Do you expect him to find him alone?
He remembered that among the Fullbringer, there seemed to be a little imp who could create his own space.
If they're hiding in that alternate dimension, who could find them?
Shiraishi's original plan was to have the Negación Threads find what Aizen needed first, and then steal or destroy it.
If it's Fullbringer, then it's a bit troublesome, because people and objects are different.
After thinking about it, he decided to outsource this thankless task. It was obviously not appropriate for him to foolishly wander all over Japan looking for Fullbringer.
Because there was a foreigner among the Fullbringer.
It's possible that Kūgo Ginjō happened to leave Japan around this time to search for traces of Fullbringer abroad.
So his repeated searches here are just a waste of time.
Shiraishi doesn't mind wasting time on fun, but he dislikes doing work that isn't very useful.
He stepped out of the tower's shadow, leaped outside, and rode the gale forward.
The glow of the setting sun fell on a Western-style mansion. Shiraishi stood on the window frame and pushed open the window.
Good evening~
He raised his hand in greeting, then leaped into the house.
Both of them were taken aback.
A crystal chandelier hung overhead. The elderly woman in the high-backed chair stood up and said, " Shinigami, I don't recall inviting you here?"
Shiraishi lowered his hand and said with a smile, "There's no need to be so nervous. I have some good news to share."
The older woman asked with a grim face, "What news?"
"If you do just one thing for me, I can plead for you and become a bridge between the Quincy and the Shinigami."
Shiraishi laid out his conditions, then added, "This matter is also beneficial to you. As humans, you wouldn't want the World of the Living to be destroyed by the Hollows, would you?"
Masaki Kurosaki was about to reply, she was glared at by her aunt and quickly quieted down.
"This is none of our business. It's a matter for you Shinigami. We won't do anything for you!"
The black-haired woman was unusually stubborn; even if the World of the Living were destroyed by the Hollow, she would not be willing to help the Shinigami Reaper.
Shiraishi ignored what she said and said, "The mission is to find the Fullbringer, especially their leader, Kūgo Ginjō."
Aizen wanted to take his life to achieve his nefarious plan.
My job is to prevent that from happening. I hope you will think this through carefully.
Everyone says we won't assist Shinigami!
The black-haired woman growled, her eyes filled with hatred. If she weren't worried about being outmatched, she probably would have already attacked and driven them away.
Shiraishi shrugged and said, "If you find it, come find me at Tokyo Tower. Goodbye."
This goodbye was said to Masaki Kurosaki, and he used the Steel Tempest to return to Tokyo Tower.
The older woman sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly, asking, " Masaki, do you know that Grim Shinigami from earlier?"
"Well, we wouldn't say we know each other, we just bumped into each other on the street by chance."
Masaki Kurosaki quickly explained.
The older woman slammed her hand on the table and roared, "I've told you many times, don't even think about living with Shinigami. They've committed unforgivable crimes against us Quincy."
Masaki Kurosaki lowered her head and said weakly, "My uncle has always wanted to find a way to coexist peacefully with the Shinigami. This might be an opportunity."
"Shut up!"
The older woman roared again, her voice carrying outside the door.
The doorknob turned, and a cool-looking young man wearing glasses stepped into the house, saying softly, "Mother, your voice can be heard even from outside the door."
"..." The older woman pursed her lips, ultimately giving up on lecturing, and warned, " Masaki, don't do anything for the Shinigami, or don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Mother, there's no need for that. Just expel her from the Ishida Family. Quincy corrupted by Hollows has no right to be a daughter-in-law of the Ishida Family."
Ryūken Ishida uttered these words expressionlessly.
He realized that his mother was a monster—stubborn, extremely controlling, and intolerant of any resistance.
As a son, he couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh to his mother, but he also couldn't let Masaki continue living in that kind of family environment.
Anyway, she already has somewhere to go.
Then let's leave.
Based on reason, Ryūken Ishida made this judgment, and in that instant, he realized, ah, that he himself was also a monster.
A normal person probably wouldn't be so calm as to make the decision to kick their loved one out of the house.
" Little Ryūken." Masaki Kurosaki's face showed some worry, and she could see the sadness in his eyes.
"You're right, tell Katagiri to pack her things and make her leave the Ishida Family."
The woman was relieved that her son had finally grown up. Her expression softened, and she said gently, "Pure-blooded Quincy are hard to find, but they do exist. I will find you a good bride."
"Um."
Ryūken Ishida responded softly.
The woman pulled her son out of the room, the door slowly closing until the girl was no longer visible.
Masaki Kurosaki chose not to open the door. Talking to Little Ryūken at this moment would only fuel her aunt's anger.
The Little Ryūken caught in the middle will have an even more difficult time.
She sat back down at the table and began eating her dinner; she couldn't waste food.
After finishing her dinner, Masaki Kurosaki took out a napkin to wipe her mouth. There was a knock at the door. "Ms. Masaki, I've packed your luggage."
"Oh, I'm here. Thank you, Katagiri."
Masaki Kurosaki ran forward with a bright smile. She was used to using a smile to hide her sadness, and only when watching romance movies and encountering scenes of parting would she cry without restraint.
"No, these are things I should do. Do you need me to carry them to the door?"
"No need, I can do it myself."
Masaki Kurosaki grabbed her suitcase and two bags, smiling as she said, " Katagiri... never mind, even if I didn't tell you, you'd take good care of Little Ryūken. Goodbye."