A winding country road leads forward, flanked by vast fields of datura flowers, with sparse trees dotting the meadow.
The gloomy sky lends a melancholic yet refreshing poetic feel to the scene before us.
Shiraishi strolled along the middle of the road, walking at a leisurely pace. When he saw a teahouse nestled on a hill ahead, he thought to himself how lucky he was.
Rather than getting soaked to the bone, relaxing in a teahouse, sipping tea, and leisurely enjoying a plate of dumplings is undoubtedly more relaxing.
Without delay, he jogged forward.
There were no other customers in the teahouse; under the raised awning were several long benches and four tables.
A young girl was lying on the table. When she saw the guest arrive, she quickly got up.
She was petite, about 1.5 meters tall, and wore a brown dress. Her exposed skin was as white as snow.
She had a small, delicate face, short hair with bangs framing her forehead, and two braids tied with white bandages hanging down, each ending in a gold ring.
Those light gray eyes were clear and bright, giving the overall impression of a harmless and adorable kitten.
"What would you like to order, sir?"
The girl's voice was like a mountain stream in summer, clean and clear.
Shiraishi looked her over with interest, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Please give me a piece of your sweet smile."
"Guest, please don't joke around. Our shop only offers three-color dumplings, tea, dried squid, and tempura."
The young woman smiled slightly, maintaining excellent professionalism, and did not get angry.
Shiraishi didn't continue with his cheesy pickup lines. Sitting on the bench, he said, "Then I'll have a serving of three-colored dumplings and a cup of tea."
"Okay, please wait a moment." The girl bowed and called inside, "One serving of three-colored dumplings and one cup of tea, please."
The dumplings and tea weren't served immediately, so Shiraishi seized the opportunity to ask, "Miss, what's your name? Do you like green peppers?"
"My name is Bee. I'm okay with green peppers; I don't dislike them, but I don't particularly like them either."
"So you can eat green peppers? That's fantastic! I feel our lifestyles are very similar. If we get married, our married life will definitely be wonderful. Please marry me!"
Shiraishi never dawdles; he's a brave man who's willing to skip the process and head straight for the grave.
Bee almost couldn't hold back her smile; her hands clenched secretly behind her back as she told herself to be patient. "Excuse me, sir, I have no intention of getting married."
"That's because you haven't met a man as outstanding as me before."
Shiraishi didn't give up and continued nagging, "You should be able to tell that my clothes are different from yours. What does that mean?"
It means I'm fashionable, and in this world, being fashionable means being powerful.
"Hehe." Bee could only offer a polite smile.
According to her aesthetic standards, Shiraishi's outfit could hardly be called fashionable; it was more like an outlandish costume, completely lacking any resemblance to a kimono and exuding a bizarre World of the Living style.
He wore a gold leather jacket with black trousers, and instead of straw sandals, he wore black sneakers.
The only things that seemed somewhat familiar to her were the golden-sheathed Zanpakuto at the other person's waist and the silver-white ponytail tied up.
"This is Yasuo's Prestige skin. Of course, my face isn't that of an old man. You should be able to tell that I look to be in my early twenties."
While his features wouldn't be considered breathtakingly handsome, they are certainly well-proportioned, placing him firmly in the ranks of good-looking men.
Shiraishi continued to boast.
He started a normal match, but because his teammates had messed up in the previous game, he decided to instantly pick Yasuo to take the position and then curse at his four teammates.
Then, he arrived in Soul Society.
Not only did the person arrive, but they also came with Yasuo's Prestige skin and skills, passive ability, and a Zanpakuto that could permanently maintain its Shikai Zanpakuto.
The downside is the language barrier, and it'll take three years!
It took him three whole years to learn Japanese. He no longer had to pretend to be mute or aloof. He could finally express everything he had kept to himself.
Over time, this transformed him from an ordinary young man into a social butterfly, someone who could chatter on and on with almost anyone he met.
He would greet beautiful women with 100% enthusiasm, but even though he never succeeded, it didn't affect his enthusiasm.
In his words, my enthusiasm is my own business; whether you accept it or not is none of my concern.
Anyway, I'm happy, so there's no problem.
"..." Bee never imagined that there could be someone more annoying than that useless vice-captain in this world.
It completely shattered her worldview.
Unable to bear it any longer, she excused herself to get some food and slipped back into the teahouse, finally finding some peace and quiet.
Before long, Feng brought out a plate of three-colored dumplings and a steaming cup of tea, bending down to place them on the stool. "Please enjoy your meal, guest."
Shiraishi picked up a string of three-colored dumplings, looked at them, but didn't take a bite. He sighed and said, "Alas, it's a pity that I don't have the fortune to enjoy three-colored dumplings made by the dignified Second Division Captain himself."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Bee's face gradually vanished, turning icy cold. Her demeanor shifted from that of a cute kitten to that of a haughty wildcat. "How did you discover my identity?"
"It's simple. You have too many flaws. First, opening a teahouse in such a remote place seems suspicious to anyone."
"Secondly, with such a beautiful face, is it really possible for her to be working in a deserted teahouse?"
"Third..."
"Shut up!"
With Soi Fon sharp shout, Suifeng declared that none of these reasons could explain how the other party could accurately identify her without any doubt that she was one of the other members of the Stealth Force.
There was no need to listen to her nonsense. She pulled off her apron, untied her belt, and said sternly, "The principle of the Stealth Force is secrecy. I originally planned to quietly poison you to complete this mission. But if you find out, I'll have to resort to more brutal methods."
After saying that, she took off the clothes she was wearing as a waitress at the teahouse and casually threw them onto the table next to her, revealing her true battle armor.
It was a black halter-neck backless dress.
The overall style factor skyrockets, but the combat attire really puts a woman's figure to the test.
The outfit worn by the former Sōji was nothing short of magnificent.
From the front, there's not much to see; you have to go around to the side to barely make out the shape of a hill.
Shiraishi covered his eyes with his fingers spread apart, and seeing that the other person did not continue to undress, he was quite disappointed.
That's it? It only gave me a fleeting moment of anticipation.
"You sinner, Shiraishi, you murdered Hasegawa Taizo, the Fifth Seat of the Stealth Force, in the West District Three. I am here on orders from the Central 46 Chambers to eliminate you."
Having failed to eliminate the enemy discreetly, Soi Fon chose to confront them directly, ensuring they died knowing the truth.
"I am not a sinner, please call me the Unforgiven."
Shiraishi emphasized this point, then defended himself, saying, "This is not my fault. It was your Fifth Seat who not only harassed respectable women in front of me, but also tried to force himself on them."
As a person with a conscience, how could I stand idly by and watch such an evil deed? I had no choice but to intervene.
"If you have any grievances, you can choose to report them. But beating someone or committing murder on your own is a crime."
Soi Fon completely ignored his explanations, stating, " The Stealth Force will never let the guilty go unpunished."
"Is it your belief to take pride in following corrupt laws and regulations?"
Soi Fon didn't even frown. "Enough with the nonsense."
" Steel Tempest!"
When his verbal sparring failed, Shiraishi took direct action.