The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Tokyo, Saitama Prefecture.
The Third Research Institute is located here, surrounded by mountains on all sides.
In this golden autumn season, all things show signs of withering. One by one, the withered yellow leaves cannot bear the loneliness and are carried away by the autumn wind, only to be mercilessly thrown aside and finally fall to the soil.
The research institute is surrounded by walls on all four sides and has a spacious courtyard, in the center of which sits a three-story rectangular building.
There were two sentries standing guard at the entrance.
Isshin Shiba stayed in the monitoring room, watching the surrounding footage, with a machine gun and two ammunition boxes beside him.
This Gigai was constructed according to the highest human standards.
He was no match for the Void, but carrying two ammunition boxes and a machine gun, he could still manage.
Fullbringer are not Hollows or Shinigami; they are visible humans. If aimed accurately, a machine gun can still shatter their bodies.
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There were no abnormalities today.
Isshin Shiba stretched, and a voice came through the walkie-talkie, " Isshin, come to my office."
"Oh."
Isshin Shiba replied, stood up from his seat, left the monitoring room, walked a few steps to the opposite door, and reached out to turn the doorknob.
Masaki Kurosaki stood by the table.
Kimura Keiichi, sitting in a swivel chair, said, "They just said that we need to move the Fullbringer to the new research institute."
"I refused. The Fullbringer should be coming in person soon."
Isshin Shiba frowned and said, "What if they use the Self-Defense Forces or the Metropolitan Police Department?"
"Don't worry, Fullbringer don't want to expose themselves to the public. In their eyes, I'm just an ant they can crush with a flick of their wrist."
Kimura Keiichi wasn't worried about that possibility. He interlaced his fingers and said, "I'm only worried about one thing: can you handle the Fullbringer here? And can that Shinigami Captain provide timely support?"
Masaki Kurosaki blinked and said, "No problem, I can come with just one phone call. Don't call yet, call when things get serious."
If the guess is wrong, or if it can be handled by oneself, there is no need to trouble Shiraishi.
If that doesn't work, call again. Given that person's speed, they can definitely get here in time.
Kimura Keiichi nodded and said, "Okay, you hide by the door. I think the Fullbringer might impersonate someone from some department to come over."
"Um."
Masaki Kurosaki and Isshin Shiba turned and left.
Kimura Keiichi's eyes darkened slightly. The order was given by the Prime Minister and had the consent of the Chief Cabinet Secretary and the Minister of State.
This is equivalent to both the overt and covert powers making a unified decision.
Could Fullbringer really have hidden such depths?
Or rather, the ability to manipulate the prime minister and ministers?
If that's the case, it's truly terrifying.
Kimura Keiichi leaned back, took out a chocolate bar, tore open the wrapper, and took a bite.
Do your best, do everything within your power, and whether you succeed or fail is up to them.
Ten minutes passed quietly.
A black sedan arrived outside the research institute. The sentry did not fire; the license plate belonged to a cabinet minister.
As the car approached, the sentry standing guard outside stepped forward and respectfully asked, "May I ask what brings you here?"
"This is a document signed by the Chief Cabinet Secretary. All affairs of this institute are now under my management, Jack Tristan."
The car window rolled down, revealing a foreign woman sitting in the back seat. She had brown skin and short hair that covered her ears.
She wore a black military cap with a transparent silk scarf hanging from the brim, covering the right half of her face.
It added a touch of allure to her otherwise ordinary appearance; a white woolen scarf was wrapped around her neck, and her chest was quite voluptuous, befitting the stereotypical image of a foreigner.
What puzzled the sentry was that this woman appeared to be wearing black suspender stockings over her white trousers, and it looked like she even wore her shoes inside.
Avant-garde art?
The sentry couldn't understand it, but he felt that the woman's appearance did indeed give him the urge to pin her to the ground.
This is probably why he was able to hold an important position alongside cabinet ministers at such a young age.
The sentry felt a pang of regret; he had an extra soldier below him, otherwise he wouldn't be stuck here as a lowly soldier. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Open the door."
The iron gate slowly opened, and the car continued forward.
The moment he drove past the door, Tristan suddenly realized something was wrong. He pushed off with his foot, and with a bang, he leaped onto the roof of the car.
The orange-haired girl punched the car, splitting it in two.
Tristan rolled over and landed on the ground. "Trap..."
The car hadn't exploded yet; the driver opened the door and hurriedly ran outside.
Realizing what was happening, the sentry immediately pointed his gun at the driver and Tristan.
"All of you, step back!"
Isshin Shiba stood at the door, loudly stopping the two sentries' foolish actions.
Tristan stomped his foot, and the sonic boom exploded outwards.
Masaki Kurosaki's gaze was still fixed ahead when the man appeared behind her, raising his right foot to kick down.
boom!
With a loud crash, the gray-blue floor shattered, and the soil beneath was churned up by the force, forming a wave of earth several meters high.
Masaki Kurosaki emerged from the wave of earth, tapping her feet twice on the ground to regain her balance, her eyes filled with joy. "Great! Looks like I can handle you."
Tristan's feet were covered in dust, and water dripped from his strappy boots, turning the sand and dust into mud and making his boots even dirtier.
Her Fullbring ability is Dirty Boots; as the name suggests, the dirtier the shoes, the more powerful the kicks she delivers.
"I really underestimated you, little girl. Judging from your fighting style, you're Quincy, right? Why are you helping humans?"
"To stop your actions."
Masaki Kurosaki replied, then added, "I don't want to be your enemy."
"Haha, you say you're stopping us, but you also say you don't want to be our enemy. You get to say both the good and the bad."
Tristan scoffed, continuing to splatter her shoes with dirt in order to unleash even greater power.
Masaki Kurosaki explained, "Those who drive Hollows into the World of the Living want to kill you to achieve some goal. To prevent that from happening, I hope everyone can unite."
"Ridiculous."
Tristan, not wanting to listen to this little girl's nonsense any longer, kicked out.
Unable to dodge, Masaki Kurosaki immediately used her Blut Vene for defense.
Tristan hit a slam.
boom!
The entire research institute shook, cracks appeared in the floor, and the two sentries with guns fell face-first into the dirt, knocking out several teeth and bleeding from the pain.
Tristan's eyes widened in astonishment. "Impossible! You actually managed to withstand that attack with your bare body?"
Masaki Kurosaki chuckled, grabbed her foot, transformed from her Blut Vene to her Blut Arterie, and swung her around on the spot.
A powerful whirlwind rose up around her, swirling up dust. Tristan was powerless to resist; the invisible wind transformed into chains that bound her movements.
Then, Masaki Kurosaki tossed the person high into the air, gathered Reishi in her left hand to form a long bow, and with her right hand, she drew back the bow, shooting out a beam of Heilig Pfeil.