The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Fourth Division, General Infirmary.
Retsu Unohana was reviewing the team's financial expenditures, thinking about the daily expenses of the past few days, as well as the prices in previous years.
She frowned slightly; prices had gone up recently.
With a major war looming, those nobles are still thinking about how to profit from it; they truly don't know what's good for them.
She tapped her fingers on the table, considering whether to report the matter to higher authorities, but the amount was still below the control limits.
Let's wait and see. If the prices rise too much, then we'll consider taking control of them.
A gust of wind is blowing the windows open.
She sensed something was wrong, glanced over, recognized who it was, and the fierce look in her eyes vanished. She removed her hand from the hilt of her sword and said with a smile, "Wow, that was quick. You've already completed your mission?"
Shiraishi, carrying a green bag, leaned to one side, his hand resting on the table, and laughed, "For you, I went all out, and finally managed to take care of Kūgo Ginjō as quickly as possible."
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Retsu Unohana brushed her long hair behind her ear and said, "Judging from your expression, it seems you won't wait until I finish work before coming."
"Lie, I want to see how long your composure can last."
Shiraishi's face was full of arrogance, and in fact, he had the right to be arrogant. "You cannot disobey my orders today!"
"Yes," Retsu Unohana replied, quite looking forward to seeing what kind of tricks he could pull off, hoping he wouldn't disappoint.
"I'll assign the work to Kiyonosuke and Isane first. You wait outside. We're going to First Division District. That's where my single-family home is. There won't be any problems even if we make a lot of noise."
"Good."
Shiraishi Steel Tempest outside the General Infirmary, where he stood on the roof and waited for a while.
Retsu Unohana Shunpo beside him, her long hair flowing, each strand shimmering in the sunlight. "Let's go."
She Shunpo forward to lead the way.
Each captain has a single residence in the Shin'ō District for them to live in, but few captains actually live there.
Retsu Unohana only stays there occasionally.
However, the mansion is cleaned every morning.
It was clearly cleaned today; the yard and the main hall inside both looked brand new.
Shiraishi locked the door from the inside, located the bedroom and bathroom, and casually tossed the Shihakushō and Captain's Haori into the living room. "Let's take a shower first."
"I'll do whatever you say."
Retsu Unohana shrugged, loosened her belt, and casually tossed it at his face, then took off her Captain's Haori and threw it at him.
The white haori obscured his vision, and he hurriedly tore it off. The warm Shihakushō fell onto his cheek, and the fresh herbal scent wafted into his nose. He then tore it off again.
What comes into view is a body made of ivory, with only a few flaws, giving it a dark color.
Overall, it's still very white.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders as she tilted her head and asked, "What should we do next?"
"I said I'd take a shower first."
Shiraishi pulled her to the bathroom, wet a towel, and carefully scrubbed her back.
She's dishonest.
"Hey, I told you to listen to me, who gave you permission to take matters into your own hands?"
Shiraishi didn't tolerate this.
As the saying goes, power in hand expires if you don't use it.
In past encounters, Retsu Unohana always maintained control of the rhythm and the initiative.
Now that he has the opportunity, he wants to control the entire pace and defeat Retsu Unohana completely in one battle.
Although it's unlikely, he still wants to give it a try.
"You are so brave and strong, you horse-taming man!" Shiraishi hummed a song, washed the horse inside and out, dried it clean, picked it up and carried it outside.
He walked all the way to the bedroom, threw the bag onto the bed, and then turned around to pick it up.
Retsu Unohana wanted to take a look.
Shiraishi first pulled out a black blindfold and said smugly, "Hehe, experience the fear of the dark!"
"That's it?" She was somewhat disappointed.
Your composure can only last for this one second.
Full of confidence, Shiraishi blindfolded her with a black cloth, "Now, follow my instructions: your right leg should be at a 36-degree angle."
He pulled out the gray stockings, slowly pulled them up to his thighs, then patted his chest, "Okay, take them off, switch sides."
"Not bad."
Retsu Unohana praised, "Being blindfolded is indeed different from not being blindfolded; she can't see Shiraishi's next move."
This person completely conceals their Reiatsu; Spiritual Sense, they are not there, yet they are actually present.
I felt like a doll being dressed up by others; it was a feeling I'd never experienced before, and it was quite magical.
Let her anticipate what the other person will do next.
"Of course," Shiraishi said, lifting up the gray foot. The stockings were thin, and the toenails looked beautiful, as if they had been manicured.
"You're really patient."
Retsu Unohana couldn't help but say something.
"We have plenty of time today. I'll take my time. If you can't wait, you can always ask me."
"You little brat, all you do is talk big."
Retsu Unohana would never say something like that.
"Heh, the longer you live, the less experience you'll have."
Shiraishi took out a three-piece Holstein cow suit: a white short skirt with black spots, a similar top, and a hood with two curved cow horns.
I helped Retsu Unohana put it on, tied a bell around her neck, and when I moved my hand, the bell rang crisply.
"Stand up."
Retsu Unohana slowly got up.
"Imitate a cow's moo."
"Moo~" she called out obediently.
Shiraishi smiled, took a pen out of his bag, and said with a grin, "I borrowed a pen from the Research and Development Institute. It will wash off with water, leaving no trace."
What do you want to write?
"Hehe, I won't tell you."
Retsu Unohana felt that it couldn't be a word that could be easily uttered; it was definitely full of insults.
But what?
She was so curious.
Shiraishi was also deep in thought, wondering what to write.
Recalling the materials, comics, and novels he had read long ago, he suddenly had an inspiration, transformed into a calligraphy fanatic, and began writing rapidly.
Retsu Unohana blindfolded and couldn't see what the characters were, so she could only try to decipher them by feeling the texture on her chest.
Unfortunately, Shiraishi's calligraphy was too wild and unrestrained; she might not even be able to recognize it if she saw it with her own eyes, let alone with her eyes closed.
As she was writing, she suddenly felt the pen tip pointing downwards, and a cool breeze entered her thigh.
That kid's got some skills.
"Oh, Lie, you were already prepared."
"This is a normal human reaction."
"Fine, keep being stubborn. I'll let you experience my final, ultimate technique."
In the darkness, her limbs were bound by a rope, and then she was lifted into the air, swaying in the air.
Shiraishi sat on her back.
The rope was fixed to the roof beam above, Retsu Unohana felt her limbs being stretched backward, as if they were about to detach from her body.
She remained silent, refusing to surrender to this brat.
As soon as Shiraishi got up and left, his limbs gradually returned to their previous state.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she said in a trembling voice, "That's it?"
"Hehe, I love your stubbornness right now. I hope you can stay defiant later."