I had a sleepless night.
After tossing and turning until past 2 a. m., Shiraishi finally got used to the hardness of the floor and fell asleep, emitting soft snores.
Bang.
The sliding door was flung open, and a clear voice urged him, "Get up and eat."
"Hmm." Shiraishi mumbled, subconsciously turning to his side, pulling the blanket around himself, and curling up to continue sleeping.
Kūkaku Shiba, with her fiery temper, didn't tolerate him. She kicked him in the butt and squatted down, saying, "Listen, in my house, you have to follow my rules. No sleeping in late, and get up at seven o'clock every morning for breakfast!"
Did you understand?
"I understand." Shiraishi was so shocked by the approaching chest that he stammered.
"Speak louder!"
"Understood!"
He shouted it out with great force, inwardly thinking, "As expected, there's a difference between imagination and reality."
In his imagination, when a beautiful woman wakes him up, she gently calls his name in his ear, then softly nudges him, waking him up with a coquettish tone, instead of being so swift and decisive.
There was no warmth at all; it felt like military training.
"Very good, stand up!" Kūkaku Shiba stood up, a smile on his face, and said, "Let's go eat."
"Um."
Shiraishi agreed verbally, but his movements were slow; he slowly got up from the ground and followed behind, bending over.
He walked out of the room and down the corridor to the room in front of the stairs, but he still couldn't straighten his back.
Following behind only made me angrier.
The peach-shaped boobs swayed beneath the beige skirt, her smooth back and the occasional glimpse of her side breasts all stimulating the man's senses.
Fortunately, there was no need to worry once inside.
He quickly sat cross-legged in his seat, straightening his back. On the table were a fried egg, a fried fish, a bowl of miso soup, and a bowl of rice—a rather lavish meal.
"If you're not full, you can get more rice there."
Kūkaku Shiba pointed at the rice bucket, walked to the head of the table, sat cross-legged on the futon, and put his hands together, saying, "I'll begin."
"I'm starting," Shiraishi said, grabbing a sip of miso soup; it had a slightly salty sea flavor.
He picked up a piece of fish; the spicy flavor was quite good. "The fish is really delicious!"
Don't talk while eating.
Kūkaku Shiba said something to him, then quickly started eating, as if afraid someone would snatch it away from him.
Is this military training?
Shiraishi swallowed his doubts and quickened his eating pace.
Before long, the food was finished, and Koganehiko and Shiroganehiko began to clear the dishes.
Kūkaku Shiba braced himself back, stretching his waist. His short red shirt almost burst open, making his two large bowling balls seem ready to embrace freedom. " Shiraishi, do you have anything planned for tonight?"
"No."
"Then come to my older brother's funeral. It won't be boring for you. Our Shiba Clan believes in joyous funerals. On the day of the funeral, we will never shed a single tear. We will send our family members off happily."
At this point, Kūkaku Shiba asked, "Do you know why?"
Shiraishi shook his head and said, "I don't know."
" The Shiba Clan's ancestral motto is that everyone should fight to the very end for their beliefs. To bid them farewell with tears of sorrow is an insult to them."
Kūkaku Shiba explained his family tradition, tilting his head back as he said, "However, sometimes I wish my older brother could be a little more tactful and not so stubborn. Ah, sorry, I shouldn't be saying such trivial things."
" Ganju, you crybaby, if you dare shed a single tear today, I'll beat you up!"
"Hiss." Ganju sniffed hard, his eyes red-rimmed, but his gaze was firm as he said, "Big sister, I won't cry!"
"Very good, that's a real man of the Shiba Clan."
Kūkaku Shiba praised him, then stood up and said, "Let's go for a walk."
"Okay." Shiraishi was happy to accompany the beautiful woman on a walk.
Outside, the sun shines brightly, the sky is azure, and large white clouds occasionally drift by, creating a leisurely atmosphere.
"Come with me."
Kūkaku Shiba clearly had an ulterior motive. He went around to the back of the house, pointed to a spinning top, and said, "Could you please help me turn this?"
"Watch this." Shiraishi rolled up his sleeves, grabbed one side in each hand, and started spinning.
With a rumbling sound, the ground cracked open in a circle, then contracted to both sides as the Kūkaku Cannon rose into the air.
As it rises to the top, the 100-meter-high cannon is completely exposed, and no one will ever think of it as a chimney again.
Kaien's coffin was placed in front of the fort.
Kūkaku Shiba slapped his arm and laughed, "You're quite strong."
"No problem."
Shiraishi shrugged, feigning ignorance, and asked, "What is this thing?"
" Kūkaku Cannon."
Kūkaku Shiba patted the cannon's black surface, his expression full of pride, and said, "I am the number one fireworks master in Rukongai."
"You want to set off fireworks at the funeral?"
"You're half right. I'm also going to use my brother's ashes as cannonballs, launching them high into the sky, along with dazzling fireworks, letting them drift with the wind throughout the entire Soul Society. Isn't that romantic?"
A hint of reminiscence crossed Kūkaku Shiba's face. "This was a promise I made to my older brother."
"... Is it possible that he just said it casually?"
Shiraishi had never attended anyone's funeral, but he had watched quite a few TV dramas and movies, and the thoughts of those he influenced had also taught him.
The deceased should be laid to rest in peace.
Cremation is considered unfilial in some regions, let alone scattering ashes.
Bang! Without hesitation, Kūkaku Shiba punched him on the forehead, saying irritably, "You can't just say things like that! You idiot!"
"I'm sorry, it was my fault."
Shiraishi touched his forehead, realizing he had been a bit too outspoken.
She's the older brother; if she wants to be cremated and have her ashes scattered, that's her freedom.
Outsiders shouldn't interfere.
"Fine, as long as you admit your mistake, that's enough."
Kūkaku Shiba was broad-minded and didn't hold grudges. She turned to stare at Kūkaku Cannon, muttering, "It's time to make some preparations."
Using the Kūkaku Cannon is a rather complicated process, requiring prior site setup.
Tie the gun barrel with the injection rope, and then insert the other end of the rope straight into the ground.
He took out a large brush and drew the Shiba Clan family crest, Falling Heaven Collapsing Vortex Crest, on the black cannon barrel.
Everything was ready; all that remained was for the first ray of moonlight to fall from the sky, which would be the moment the Kūkaku Cannon would fire.
"Cough cough," suddenly, a slight coughing sound rang out.
!
Shiraishi's pupils dilated, and his hand instinctively gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist before relaxing.
The other party is definitely not within three steps.
Within the range that the blade can reach, no one can escape his Spiritual Sense; beyond that range, it depends on whether he actively seeks to perceive.
If he doesn't actively perceive it, he will be rather slow to detect the flow of Reishi beyond three steps.
If he takes the initiative, his precise range is within three kilometers; anyone who enters this range will be tracked.
"Ahem," two more coughs followed, and the man rolled up his scarlet-stained handkerchief. "Sorry I'm late."
" Jūshirō Ukitake."
Kūkaku Shiba uttered the name, a violent killing intent almost burst from his chest, "You bastard."