The Unforgiven from Shinigami
The blue and white arrow shot high into the sky.
Tristan had no time to dodge; gritting his teeth, he raised his foot and kicked the Heilig Pfeil hard.
With a deafening roar, her body was instantly engulfed in blue-white light, exploding in an oval shape in mid-air.
The hat, fleece scarf, disc-shaped shoulder pads, lace-up sleeves, black gloves, and black suspender-style tall leather boots disappeared one after another.
The person fell towards the ground.
Masaki Kurosaki caught the unconscious Tristan. She had already controlled the power of the Heilig Pfeil and would not kill him.
As she said, she did not want to be enemies with these Fullbringer.
" Masaki, are you alright?"
Isshin Shiba immediately ran forward.
Masaki Kurosaki landed back on the ground, smiling, and said, "No problem."
Kimura Keiichi walked to the door, biting into a chocolate bar. Looking at the destruction in the yard, he silently compared it to a rocket launcher, noting its destructive power.
The fact that such destruction could occur in such a short time is probably because neither side focused their efforts on damaging the surrounding environment, but rather on each other.
In other words, the damage we see is merely the aftermath of their fight.
He swallowed the chocolate bar and shouted, "Take her to the research institute, inject her with a sedative, and let her get a good night's sleep."
"Hmm." Masaki Kurosaki planned to wait until everyone was captured before notifying Shiraishi to come and collect them.
The two sentries stood there, completely bewildered.
Out of his professional medical ethics, Isshin Shiba called out, "Come here, let me treat your injuries."
"Oh." The two sentries nodded blankly and walked into the building.
Kimura Keiichi closed the door, returned to his office, and continued to wait for a call from above.
As he expected, five minutes later, the Chief Cabinet Secretary called.
"Hello." Kimura Keiichi answered.
"It's you? Where's Tristan? I should send her to take over all your work."
"Really? I didn't see anyone at all, sir. The Third Research Institute has enough of me here; there's no need to send anyone else."
"Shut up!"
The Chief Cabinet Secretary roared, slammed down the phone, and, sweat beading on his forehead, turned and said without pausing, "Lord Ginjo, Lord Tristan hasn't arrived at the Third Research Institute yet."
Kūgo Ginjō glanced at the time and said, "At this rate, Tristan should have arrived at the Third Research Institute and taken over all affairs."
God's Arrival
"They killed him?"
Shūkurō Tsukishima raised this possibility.
Kūgo Ginjō said in a deep voice, "Prepare three helicopters. We need to head to the Third Research Institute to check on the situation."
"I can go by myself."
Kiriko Tazawa stood up, believing that it was unnecessary for everyone to go at once.
"Alright, let's all go together. Let's call Riruka and Yukio."
Kūgo Ginjō, being cautious by nature, immediately became more cautious upon realizing that he had underestimated the Third Research Institute.
Everyone pitched in.
Even Captain-level Shinigami has nothing to fear.
He has that confidence.
The Chief Cabinet Secretary bowed and scraped to them, yet acted arrogantly towards his subordinates, arranging for three helicopters to arrive at the official residence.
Soon, three helicopters landed on the road outside the mansion, and Kūgo Ginjō and Shūkurō Tsukishima sat together.
Kiriko Tazawa and Riruka, while Yukio sat by herself.
With a roar, the helicopter departed the official residence and headed towards the Third Research Institute.
The setting sun blazed like fire, turning the clouds on the horizon a deep, wine-red hue.
Riruka against the window, staring intently at the scene before her.
Her genitals were wine-red, large, and beautiful, but they always looked like she was staring at everything.
Actually, she wasn't fierce; she simply had poor eyesight and had to focus her gaze on a single point to see things clearly.
I've bought contact lenses before, but I've never used them.
Her eyes tend to get dry from wearing those contact lenses, so it's better if she doesn't wear them.
The red and white Tokyo Tower then came into view, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, as beautiful as a building from a fairy tale.
There, a dark shadow could be vaguely seen.
"Hey? Kiriko, look, there's someone on Tokyo Tower!"
Riruka exclaimed, standing up from her seat, "Is that person trying to jump and commit suicide?"
You're seeing things.
Kiriko Tazawa replied indifferently.
Upon hearing Riruka's pretty face showed a hint of displeasure as she turned around and said, "I'm not blind! There was definitely someone on the tower just now!"
Kiriko Tazawa glanced at her and said, "Then let's make a bet. If no one's around, you're not allowed to eat a donut for six months."
"..."
Riruka was silent for a moment, then whispered, "They all say someone's there."
"Yeah, there's clearly someone there." "It's too late to admit your mistake now, you idiot." "I'm sorry, I was really wrong, please forgive me." "I'll forgive you because of your sincere attitude, let's continue watching together."
Kiriko Tazawa turned her gaze away, leaving her there talking to herself.
Riruka is the type of person who, even if left alone in the deep mountains and forests, could talk about having three people traveling with her.
Kiriko Tazawa thought she was a little mentally unstable and should go to a mental hospital for a checkup, but if she actually said it, there was a high chance they would end up fighting.
This girl isn't the type to obediently listen to what others say.
Boom boom boom.
Taking advantage of the pre-sunset glow, the helicopter reached the airspace above the Third Research Institute and slowed down.
Kūgo Ginjō opened the hatch, a gust of wind blew in. Looking down, he could see that the courtyard of the Third Research Institute was damaged.
It seems Tristan is really in trouble.
"Let the helicopter land."
Kūgo Ginjō gave a command.
The helicopter pilot maneuvers the aircraft to descend.
The noise startled Masaki Kurosaki inside the research institute. She ran out and glanced up.
Three helicopters landed in the courtyard, their doors all open, Fullbringer.
Three adults, one who looks about the same age as a high school girl, and another who appears to be an elementary school student.
Masaki Kurosaki tilted her head back, staring at the handsome, refined man with shoulder-length black hair. " Shūkurō Tsukishima."
Before the helicopter landed, the five people jumped from a height of more than ten meters.
Riruka her hands against her black dress to avoid revealing her private parts, her purplish-red twin ponytails were raised high, and the two wide flaps of her wool hat stood up like rabbit ears.
"Hee-ha!" she exclaimed excitedly, her legs straightening as she landed firmly on the courtyard floor, a tingling sensation spreading from the soles of her feet to her bulging chest.
She swung her legs.
Masaki Kurosaki addressed the five people, saying, " Tristan is alright. I'd like to talk to you all."
"Idiot, who would want to waste time arguing with you?"
Riruka stuck out her tongue, not wanting to waste any more words, and prepared to take action immediately.
Kūgo Ginjō reached out to stop her, "Calm down, Riruka, let's hear what she has to say first."
Masaki Kurosaki said seriously, "You should have noticed that the Shinigami and Hollows have been fighting every night lately, right?"
Kūgo Ginjō nodded and said, "So what?"
The reason lies with you.
Masaki Kurosaki stated this fact.