The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Shiraishi ate and drank his fill.
Soi Fon was full too.
Water kept pouring from the showerhead as she rubbed her entire body with shower gel, trying to wash away the strong smell of soup.
Rinse your mouth while you're at it, and spit out the odor from your mouth.
I really don't know what's going on in his head.
Soi Fon Fon's face flushed red from the slap, inwardly grumbling that Shiraishi's fancy moves had almost choked her.
It's like swallowing a cucumber raw; your breathing is sometimes smooth and sometimes blocked.
"So that's what it tastes like."
She muttered that she initially thought it would be disgusting, but after eating it, she found that the taste wasn't as disgusting as she had imagined.
It's just so-so.
However, I will definitely not do it again next time.
Have you used up all the commands?
She thought to herself, "Since there are more than three orders, I can stand up for myself again."
She turned off the shower, dried herself with a towel, put on Xing Zhan's uniform, draped the Captain's Haori over her shoulders, and tightened the orange belt, highlighting her slender waist.
She stepped out of the bathroom.
" Soi Fon."
"I need to cultivate; come help me."
Soi Fon was afraid he would bring up those things again, so she simply made up an excuse to give him something to do.
"Okay." Shiraishi nodded in agreement. "I'm going in to take a shower. Don't peek. You can open the door if you want to."
Who would even look at you?
Soi Fon replied irritably, listening to the sound of water inside the door, recalling Shiraishi's body just now, the lines of his abdominal muscles, chest muscles, and thigh muscles.
After thinking for a while, her face flushed slightly, so she stood a little further away, letting the autumn wind dispel the blush on her cheeks and clear her mind.
When Shiraishi came out, she had returned to normal and said, "Come with me."
"They've arrived."
Shiraishi followed.
Seeing how easily he moved, Soi Fon quickened her Shunpo, wanting to see if she could pull away.
The Shiraishi followed me like a shadow.
Soi Fon Soi Fon at her training ground, her feet planted firmly on the hard rock, and she unbuckled her belt.
"I always felt that the newly developed moves weren't perfect yet, so this period of time is a good opportunity to study them in depth."
Soi Fon spoke, she tossed the Captain's Haori onto a stone pillar, where it hung. A burst of highly concentrated white Kidō power erupted, with faint white whirlwinds constantly swirling around her right hand.
The surrounding gravel was trembling.
"I haven't named this move yet. After all, it's a new style that's going to make a name for itself in history. What do you think would be a good name?"
Soi Fon asked very seriously, explaining that she had thought of many names but felt none of them were quite right.
As the founder of a new genre, the name must be Haki and imposing, it can't be lacking in prestige.
"... Why don't you ask Yoruichi about this? She's from a high-ranking noble family; she should be cultured enough to give you a good name."
Shiraishi subtly reminded her.
While it's true that Soi Fon developed the Shunkō technique on her own, it certainly doesn't qualify as a new style.
Yoruichi Shihōin had already learned it before she did.
"Shut up, why bring her up? I have absolutely nothing to do with her now."
Soi Fon looked annoyed, kicked off her foot, and Shunpo forward.
We'll wait until the moves are fully perfected before wasting brainpower coming up with a specific name.
Shiraishi dodged her jab, twisted her waist, and swung her right foot in a backflip towards her forehead.
"Your waist movement was a bit too exaggerated, and you didn't make good use of the wind from your new move."
After offering a few comments, Shiraishi dodged, patted her lower abdomen, and moved aside. "Don't pursue destruction. Since it's wind, wouldn't it be better to overcome strength with gentleness?"
Soi Fon landed on the ground, unconcerned about his earlier advantage, and calmly pondered how to overcome strength with gentleness...
Watching the wind swirl, Soi Fon suddenly had an idea. She used Shunpo again, and before her fist arrived, the wind was already there.
It wasn't a forceful wind, but a gentle, swirling breeze that seemed to draw people in.
Centered on Soi Fon's Riot Games, a vortex of airflow spanning several miles was formed.
"Not bad," Shiraishi praised, still avoiding her attack.
The two sides are no longer on the same level. It's like how various powerful moves in the two-dimensional world look fierce, but they can't cause any damage to the three-dimensional world.
He only needs one ordinary basic attack to end the battle.
Soi Fon knew this, but she still wanted to try and see how big the real gap was between them.
The training continued until evening, Soi Fon couldn't hold on any longer; her Reiatsu was almost exhausted. "Ha, ha, that's enough."
She was panting heavily.
Shiraishi suddenly appeared, a towel and water materializing out of thin air. He wiped her sweat while saying, "Drink some water to replenish your body's fluids."
"Um."
Soi Fon blushed slightly at his thoughtful and warm gesture. Then, after finishing her water, she realized something was wrong and asked expressionlessly, "Where are you wiping?"
"I was just worried you'd be too hot." Shiraishi pulled a towel from his chest, his eyes looking completely innocent.
He's not in a hurry to train lately; his new Bankai form has already reached the point where nine arrows hit the target, and he's not far from hitting all the targets.
According to his estimation, the time it takes for the great battle to break out is definitely not enough for the training of two Bankai; he can only complete this Bankai.
If that's the case, why not take some time to spend with Soi Fon and the others?
During all those days in the World of the Living, he was so focused on cultivation that he didn't spend any time with them.
I'll have to part ways with them again next month, and I probably won't see them again until after the war.
Don't even think about it, you've already used up all your commands.
Soi Fon had no idea what he was thinking. She gulped down a glass of water, her mind preoccupied with continuing her research on how to make the wind more suction-generating.
And the ability to transform suction into a powerful attack.
One inhale, one exhale.
She felt that if she mastered this move, her strength would greatly increase.
"Okay, let's have dinner together then."
Speaking of dinner, Soi Fon recalled the feeling of being soaked in soup and eaten as her dinner. "No, you can eat by yourself."
"What are you thinking? We said it was just a proper meal; we haven't seen each other in ages."
"Hmph, once you've fooled me, you'll have a completely different story."
Soi Fon didn't believe him and glared at him, saying, "In the end, you want me to use my mouth again... Humph, I won't fall for that."
"Look at what you're saying, I did help you too..."
Stop! I don't want to hear it!
Soi Fon stopped them, waving her hand and saying, "Anyway, I won't be having dinner with you anytime soon, so give up."
After saying that, she Shunpo disappeared from the scene.
She fled back to her room in the Second Division and ordered the Patrol Corps outside to bring her dinner.
She turned on the lamp and sat there flipping through books on Hakuda techniques, trying to find similar techniques of using softness to overcome hardness, so as to provide reference for her new moves.
Soon, the Patrol Corps served up fragrant grilled fish and rice.
Soi Fon picked up a knife, eating it while flipping through the pages. Occasionally, she would stop and carefully observe any moves that required attention.
She swallowed the fish, which went from steaming hot to ice cold, and then gestured to the Patrol Corps to take the empty plate away.
" Captain Soi Fon, would you like some bathwater prepared?"
"Need not."
Soi Fon didn't want to take a shower today and continued reading with her head down.
She stretched late into the night, blew out the light, and went to bed.
The autumn nights were a bit chilly, as were the blankets. Soi Fon remembered Shiraishi's body temperature, and the chill instantly dissipated as she blushed and drifted off to sleep.
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