The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Today is Saturday, and there are many people visiting Tokyo Tower; the noise is deafening.
Figures of all sizes were mixed together.
Masaki Kurosaki closed her eyes and began searching for the Reiraku, which swayed in the air.
The human spirit vein is pure white, while the Grim Reaper's spirit vein is bright red.
She searched through the pure white Reiraku but couldn't find a trace of red. She said in bewilderment, "Strange, I can't sense any Reiraku in the Shiraishi."
Isshin Shiba said, "I've heard Kūkaku say that Shiraishi is very good at hiding his Reiatsu; even the captains can't detect it."
Kimura Keiichi, standing nearby, exclaimed with great interest, "Wow, that's amazing! Such a big shot is really here?"
"Then how are we supposed to find him? There are so many people here, we can't just fly up to the Eiffel Tower to see."
Masaki Kurosaki looked troubled; she had thought that once she arrived here, she could use her Reiraku to find someone.
Isshin Shiba suggested, "You can gather Reishi; an unusual flow of Reishi will allow him to detect you."
I'll give it a try.
Masaki Kurosaki nodded, opened her hand towards Tokyo Tower, and gathered the Reishi here.
Kimura Keiichi swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Shiba, has Captain Shiraishi arrived yet?"
"I don't know. I'm pretty much like you now, just an ordinary person."
Isshin Shiba and honestly.
"Would you like a chocolate bar?"
Kimura Keiichi realized his mistake was somewhat rude and quickly pulled out a chocolate bar as an apology.
Isshin Shiba took the chocolate bar and smiled, "Thank you. You don't need to call me Mr. Shiba anymore; you can call me Shiba or Isshin."
"Haha, then I'll Shiba. You can also call me Kimura."
The two men put their arms around each other's shoulders, and that's how their friendship was established.
Masaki Kurosaki lowered her hand, about to say that this was not right, when a pure white haori came into view.
" Shiraishi, you've come."
"Um."
Shiraishi replied, his eyes sweeping over Isshin Shiba and the other person, "I was talking about Fullbringer. Who are the people you brought?"
Masaki Kurosaki smiled and said, "It's someone related to Fullbringer. Our plan is this..."
After hearing her words, Shiraishi stroked his chin and said, "I see. Don't worry, I'll back you up if anything happens. Go ahead and do it."
"That's really reliable."
Masaki Kurosaki smiled, truly relieved. She didn't linger, turning around and saying, "Alright, we've got permission. Go ahead and do it."
Shiraishi didn't linger there; with a Steel Tempest returned to the top of Tokyo Tower.
It's a bit windy here.
The scenery is superb.
At that time, there was nothing taller than Tokyo Tower in all of Tokyo. Climbing to the top allowed one to experience what it means to stand at the summit and look down on all the mountains below.
Shiraishi let the autumn wind brush against his cheeks, gazing at the distant Mount Fuji and the azure sky.
Below was a vast expanse of skyscrapers that looked like models, and some of the smaller roads were completely invisible.
The magnificent, picturesque scenery eased his difficulties in cultivation, and he sat down again, returning to his spiritual world to begin his cultivation.
Training for the new Bankai form isn't just about having strong combat power; it's more like the initial wingsuit flying, emphasizing technique.
Through repeated failures, he gradually figured out the basic rules of archery. From initially missing the target to recently hitting it, he has made progress, but he still needs to work harder to hit the bullseye.
He immersed himself in practice once again until noon, when he withdrew from his mental world.
" Captain Shiraishi, this is your lunch."
The Shinigami who spoke was very tall, with fair skin, a light purple bob haircut, and two exceptionally long braids hanging down to his right shoulder.
That loose-fitting Shihakushō concealed her original fullness.
" Isane, why are you bringing the food today?"
Shiraishi's face lit up with a hint of joy; usually, it was that shy kid whose name he hadn't even introduced who delivered it.
Isane Kotetsu put down the food box and explained, " Hanatarō accidentally drank the poison prepared by Lieutenant Yamada and is currently lying in a hospital bed. I had to take over."
Sorry, I disturbed your sleep.
Shiraishi looked apologetic. According to Soul Society time, it should be early morning now.
Isane Kotetsu quickly waved his hand and said, "No, it's no trouble at all. Captain Shiraishi is protecting the safety of the Seireitei and the World of the Living. I feel honored to be able to bring you food."
"It's only been a short time since we last met, and you've become so reserved. Just call me Shiraishi."
He smiled and said, then personally opened the food box and arranged the dishes on the tower.
Isane Kotetsu blocked the direction of the wind to prevent the vegetables from being blown away.
Shiraishi picked up the bowl quickly, not rushing to eat, but taking a bite and chatting for three sentences.
From the scenery of the World of the Living to the Soul Society, and then after everything is over, shall we take a stroll around the World of the Living together?
The Soul Society doesn't have seas, only large lakes. We could organize an World of the Living beach trip for the Shinigami Women's Association to make up for not being able to go to the beach in the summer.
Isane Kotetsu thought the suggestion was good; after defeating Aizen, everyone definitely needed to relax.
"But at that time, the sacrifices would be enormous, and we might not have the time."
She sighed. Fifty-six people were admitted on the first day, and sixty-one on the second day.
The Thirteenth Division suffered so many casualties in the battle that Captain Unohana had to personally treat the wounded so they could be ready to fight the next day.
Such intense exchanges are merely probing each other; if Shin'uchi breaks out, who knows how many soldiers will die.
The Great Luo of All Worlds
It is said that Captain-Commander Yamamoto is already considering having the members of each squad take turns fighting.
If the Thirteenth Division is always left to shoulder the burden, I'm afraid that within half a month, the morale of most of the members will collapse in the fierce battles.
"Especially in times like these, we should make time to relax and have fun."
Shiraishi answered confidently, swallowing the last bite of rice and wiping his mouth with the tissue underneath. " Isane, are you scared?"
"Hmm." She nodded, honestly admitting her fear. "Why did Aizen start a war? Wouldn't it be better if everyone lived peacefully?"
Hinamori hasn't smiled lately, sigh.
"Compared to those who are content, ninety percent of the people in the world are never satisfied, always wanting more after getting what they want."
Don't think too much. Go back and get a good night's sleep. If the sky falls, the people above will hold it up.
Shiraishi carefully put away the food box, then ran his hand along her cheek, gently lifting a strand of her soft hair. "I will protect you too."
Isane Kotetsu's fair cheeks quickly turned hot. She should have protested vehemently against this behavior of touching her face so often, but she couldn't bring herself to do so.
"Hmm." Her voice was barely audible as she snatched the empty food box, turned around, and Shunpo rushed towards the Senkaimon.
Shiraishi smiled. He wasn't a thug; if the other person didn't want to be touched on the face, he certainly wouldn't do it if he shouted at them.
But if the other person agrees, he would definitely prefer to touch their fair and tender face rather than pat them on the shoulder.
Especially those cheeks that turn red at the slightest touch.
That's really interesting.
Shiraishi smiled, sat down again, and continued his Bankai training if he didn't experience any issues during the day.