"Whatever."
Mayuri Kurotsuchi quickly controlled his anger. In his current state, he was neither able to attack nor initiate attacks. It would take more than three days to recover his original body.
Having someone urinate on you, having your adjutant stolen—no matter how angry you are, it's just impotent rage.
As a scientist who reveres science, he didn't want to fall into a situation where he was controlled by trivial emotions, so he began to control the movement of the liquid.
The only thing he can do right now is return to the Research and Development Institute to recover from his injury.
As Shiraishi watched the liquid disappear into the grass and vanish from sight, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Mayuri Kurotsuchi may be inhuman, but when it comes to cutting-edge technology, he's truly top-notch."
The fact that organs like the brain and heart can be transplanted to other places suggests that numerous experiments on the human body must have been conducted to accomplish such a crazy feat.
Hmm.
A soft moan came from beside him. Shiraishi snapped out of his daze, loosened his grip on the red collar, withdrew his Reiatsu, and asked knowingly, "What's your name?"
" Nemu Kurotsuchi." She gasped for breath, a delicate blush rising on her beautiful oval face. Unlike the other vice-captains, she did not have Reiatsu.
Despite Mayuri Kurotsuchi's constant modification and enhancement of his soul, it was still difficult for him to withstand the Reiatsu intimidation of Captain-level.
Just that short while had already made her body weak, and she could barely keep standing.
"You were abandoned by the captain, don't you feel sad?"
" Mayuri is alright, I don't care what happens to me."
Nemu Kurotsuchi answered expressionlessly, her voice not as cold as her face, but rather gentle as water.
Those deep green eyes stared at him without the slightest fear, calmly accepting their impending tragic fate. "Do you want to dissect me? Or break my limbs? Or slowly chop my fingers to pieces?"
One terrifying thing after another came out of her mouth, but her expression remained unchanged. It wasn't feigned composure; she had simply grown accustomed to having her body altered.
Whatever new discoveries Mayuri Kurotsuchi, they will certainly be implemented on her; a quarter of her life is spent on the experimental table.
"Stop!" Shiraishi felt uneasy hearing what she said and quickly called for a halt, saying, "I am a man who cherishes women; how could I possibly harm a beauty like you?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi instantly understood, and spread her arms wide, saying, "I see, so you want to mate with me? Please do as you please."
No, don't overthink it.
Shiraishi denied that idea; he wasn't so lustful as to use force to possess a woman's body. "I really can't do anything with you. What I said just now was just said in anger. I won't restrict your actions. You can leave here and go back to Mayuri Kurotsuchi."
You can stay by my side and wait for Mayuri Kurotsuchi to take you back.
"I..." Nemu Kurotsuchi was about to say she wanted to leave him.
Shiraishi added, "Don't you want to know just how important you are to Mayuri Kurotsuchi?"
"..." Nemu Kurotsuchi fell silent. This question struck a chord with her; she was afraid to know the answer, yet she also longed to know it.
"If you want to understand this, stay by my side and wait for Mayuri Kurotsuchi to return and take you back."
Shiraishi turned around and walked down the mountain. He was certain that Nemu Kurotsuchi would follow. The reason was simple: for her, who had been created, the question of how much she meant to her creator was an unavoidable one.
I usually don't have the chance to find out, but if I do, I'll definitely seize the opportunity.
As expected, Nemu Kurotsuchi thought for a moment and then decided to continue following him.
The two walked through the dense jungle and returned to Saito House along the flat mountain path.
The proprietress Kichō, sat at the table, picked up her teacup, blew on it to cool it, and glanced at them. "So this is what that cockfighting arena was like?"
Unlike other Shinigami, Nemu Kurotsuchi's Shihakushō has a specially tailored lower half, similar to a short skirt in the World of the Living, which just covers her full hips and reveals a pair of round, fair legs.
In addition, she wasn't wearing Shinigami's signature straw sandals, but rather thick-soled wooden clogs.
Kichō mistakenly thought this was a geisha from some brothel, playing the role of the Shinigami to serve Shiraishi. "You're quite the player, aren't you? No wonder you're not interested in me usually; you seem to prefer these innocent-looking girls."
"Look at her armband." Shiraishi didn't explain, but pointed to the adjutant's badge worn on Nemu Kurotsuchi's left arm, which had the number twelve on it.
Kichō glanced at it and said dismissively, "It looks just like the real thing."
"She is the vice-captain Nemu Kurotsuchi, whom I captured."
Smack
The teacup slammed onto the table, steaming tea spilling from its rim and spreading across the surface. Kichō Kog'Maw, her brow furrowed in shock. "You, you..."
"I just fought with Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi of the Twelfth Division. He managed to escape without dying."
" Mayuri was prepared."
Nemu Kurotsuchi couldn't help but defend Mayuri Kurotsuchi, saying it wasn't a fluke, but everything was within expectations.
"You defeated Mayuri Kurotsuchi?!" Kichō's tone rose, lacking her usual languid charm and revealing a hint of sharpness. She placed her hands on the table, stood up, and carefully examined Shiraishi, as if it were their first meeting.
Others might not know, but how could she, a traitorous informant with rebellious intentions, not know?
The thirteen individuals who stand above more than six thousand Shinigami are the captains of their respective squads, and their strength is beyond question.
She had thought that Shiraishi could only hold his own against the captain for a few moves, but she never expected that he would have the strength to defeat the captain.
"Yes, he's not very strong, but his methods are despicable. I suspect this place has been exposed, so I came back to inform you. You should move out quickly."
As Shiraishi spoke, he remembered something else and said, "Let's not talk about making money. I want to travel all over the world; I can't stay here any longer."
Upon hearing the risk of exposure, Kichō hurriedly said, "Wait! If you act rashly like this, you'll definitely be caught by Shinigami. Why don't we go with you to the organization's base to lay low for a while?"
"Let me make this clear beforehand: I will absolutely not join your organization."
Shiraishi emphasized that he was well aware of the strength of the Gotei 13 and would never want to join forces with anyone to overthrow them, so as to avoid being betrayed by incompetent teammates.
Nemu Kurotsuchi spoke up, "This is a wise decision. No organization that opposes the Seireitei will succeed, not even the most famous figures in human history."
Kichō took a few deep breaths to calm her shock and loss of composure, regaining her usual calm, and chuckled, "It seems the vice-captain knows something about us."
"No, it's just that people like you are the most unwilling to settle down, thinking that Soul Society is the World of the Living."
Nemu Kurotsuchi shook her head. Compared to the short history of humankind, the history of the Soul Society spans millions of years, recorded since the beginning of creation, and has given birth to countless heroes and great figures.
Especially the current Captain-Commander, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, whom even Mayuri speaks of with great respect.
Before them, humanity's so-called heroes are nothing.
"Hmph." Kichō snorted lightly and said to Shiraishi, "Don't worry, we won't force you to join. It's just that it's a big case that we've been planning for many days, and it would be a shame not to do it."
"Okay." Shiraishi nodded in agreement.