The wind whistled past my ears, the trees rolled over my feet like surging waves, the clouds were left behind, and the Shiraishi quietly reached the top of the mountain.
There is a natural hot spring here.
A little steam rose from the surface, and it was surrounded by blue stones of varying sizes. Under a tree in full bloom with white flowers, stood a very beautiful woman.
The mountain wind made her sleeves flutter, and the gray-cherry blossom petals on the cuffs danced in the breeze. The valuable fabric shimmered in the sunlight.
Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, unrestrained, with a few strands fluttering in the wind and brushing against her delicate nose.
"So beautiful," Shiraishi murmured.
She, who was about to undress, suddenly looked towards the source of the voice and shouted sharply, "Who's there?!"
"Oh, please don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to spy. I just saw someone deal with Menos Grande Gillian so easily, and I admired him greatly, so I wanted to go up and make his acquaintance."
Shiraishi quickly stepped forward, first explaining that he was not a shameless voyeur, and then praising the other party's abilities.
I initially thought he was one of the captains of the Seireitei, but I never imagined there was such a powerful figure outside of the Shinigami.
He stepped forward, and his previously blurry features became clear; he truly had picturesque features and was a feast for the eyes.
She looks beautiful from a distance, and even up close, there's not a single flaw. Her Matsuge are long, and her pink lips look like they've been coated with lipstick, with a jelly-like sheen that makes you want to take a bite and see what they taste like.
To be honest, Shiraishi was very interested and said with a big smile, "My name is Shiraishi. It's nice to meet you. If it's convenient, may I ask what your name is?"
" Retsu Unohana."
Her voice was as soft as the wind, her large almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Shiraishi, her silver hair was tied in a single ponytail, and she wore a strange, World of the Living outfit. Was that Zanpakuto at her waist?
Strange, even though I'm standing right in front of her, I can't sense a trace of Reiatsu. No wonder I was able to sneak up to her without being detected.
This is only the second time in a thousand years that someone has been able to get close to me without my Spiritual Sense being detected.
The first time was as a teenager, the second time was as a young adult...
The wound, concealed by the light beige scarf, became scalding hot. Retsu Unohana suddenly felt an urge to draw her sword and test the man's skills.
A long-dormant fighting spirit was rekindled.
"Ha." She exhaled a long breath, suppressing her fighting spirit, and said gently, "Are you the Shinigami stationed in this area?"
"..."
Is this a life-or-death question?
The thought flashed through Shiraishi's mind, and the moment he heard the name, he completely recognized who the other person was and what their identity was.
It's all because of that outfit and scarf, her long, straight black hair, and her enormous, melon-like breasts.
It seriously distracted him, causing him to not recognize her immediately and foolishly go up to chat with her.
The Fourth Division Captain, the First Kenpachi, is an unprecedented and unparalleled villain in Soul Society. On the surface, he is smiling and gentle, but in the past, his hobby was building mountains of corpses.
He swallowed hard, deciding it was best not to continue his boasting for fear of getting hacked to death. "I'm not the Shinigami, but a wandering swordsman, known the Unforgiven."
" The Unforgiven..." Retsu Unohana -shaped eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, her expression becoming even more gentle.
She was known as the Yachiru, mastering all schools of swordsmanship, and was once even called the Dead Sword.
My greatest interest in life has always been slaying enemies who bear the title of swordsman.
The title of "sword master" is not something that can be taken lightly; only a strong person deserves it.
Every time I fight a swordsman, it feels incredibly exhilarating.
Unfortunately, she sheathed her sword a long time ago. "Actually, if you want to fight Hollows, you can join the 11th Division. There, you can get many opportunities to fight and challenge the strongest Shinigami, Kenpachi Zaraki."
Shiraishi shook his head. "I'm naturally a freedom-loving person and can't stand all sorts of complicated rules and regulations. I prefer to be freer outside."
Central 46 Chambers, aristocracy.
The two disgusting things that Shinigami cannot avoid; given his personality, if he ever loses his temper, he'll become Seireitei's most wanted criminal.
After gaining power, his tolerance for injustice in the outside world decreased more and more.
"Really? What a pity."
Retsu Unohana also wanted him to fight Kenpachi Zaraki to see how it goes.
Shiraishi asked, feigning ignorance, "Are you the Shinigami?"
"No, I'm not the Shinigami, I'm just a doctor."
Retsu Unohana did not reveal her identity as the Fourth Division Captain.
When she's on vacation, she usually doesn't reveal her title as the Fourth Division Captain, but instead acts as an ordinary female doctor who loves herbalism.
"Possessing such formidable strength, yet choosing to heal the wounded and save lives rather than fight—such a spirit of compassion puts me to shame."
Shiraishi was talking nonsense with a straight face.
Whoever lied first.
Just as Retsu Unohana was about to speak, a voice drifted from the north side of the mountaintop.
" Unohana, the herbs are all gathered, let's go for a soak in the hot spring."
As soon as she finished speaking, a tall figure appeared under the tree in Shunpo. She was carrying a basket of herbs on her back and was several centimeters taller than Bai Shiraishi, who was 1.85 meters tall.
She has a purple fringe, several thin braids hanging down her right shoulder, and wears long, vermilion earrings.
Her eyebrows were black and quite thick, her skin was fair, and her face was cold and stern, giving her the appearance of a very strict and unapproachable older sister type.
In reality, she has a very gentle personality and is shy around strangers.
Upon seeing another man nearby, the tall figure quickly hid behind Retsu Unohana, seemingly trying to shrink away.
Shiraishi was charmed by this unexpected cuteness, and a grin returned to his face as he raised his hand to greet her, "Beautiful lady, may I ask your name?"
"Huh? Me?" A hint of panic and bewilderment appeared on her usually stern face. After a moment's hesitation, she said weakly, "My name is Isane Kotetsu."
Shiraishi said with a serious expression, " Isane, I think you would make a good wife. Please marry me!"
"Huh?!" Isane Kotetsu took two steps back in shock. From childhood to adulthood, she had almost never been regarded as a woman by her peers because of her excessively tall stature.
Even women think she'd be better suited to be a boy; she's never confessed her feelings, let alone been proposed to.
Suddenly being proposed to by a man, her mind went completely blank. Refuse? How could she refuse? What if she hurt him?
A jumble of chaotic thoughts left her rooted to the spot.
Retsu Unohana reached out and placed her hand on Shiraishi's shoulder, her large almond-shaped eyes devoid of warmth, the temperature suddenly dropping. "As a doctor, I have many methods to treat a person's estrus urges, including but not limited to physical castration, using 'sheep's tail grass,' and 'red lanterns.'"
Her tone was calm, which sent a chill down Shiraishi's spine. He quickly straightened up and said, "Please don't misunderstand, I'm definitely not that kind of despicable person. It's just that one should express one's inner thoughts frankly."
Seeing two such stunning beauties, any man would want to marry them.
"Huh? Huh?" Isane Kotetsu was completely shocked. Not only her, but even the captain was going to marry him?