They came so quickly.
Before Shiraishi had even finished his cup of tea, he sensed the spiritual pressure of a death god entering the ground.
He hadn't expected that Shinigami would discover the underground passage so quickly.
"What a nuisance." Shiraishi sighed, knocked out Nemu Kurotsuchi next to him, quickly carried her on his back, and ran to the hot spring where Oda Nobunaga was.
Kichō noticed the sound of the wind, turned around, and raised her hand as if to say hello.
Shiraishi spoke first, " Shinigami has already infiltrated the tunnel. We should part ways. If you're still alive by the end of May, continue to make money together. If you're dead, I'll burn some paper money for you."
Good luck, goodbye.
Without giving them a chance to reply, he immediately ran away.
In this world, the most important thing is to be faster than your teammates.
It wasn't that he was disloyal; it was just that their relationship wasn't close enough for him to risk his life to save her. At most, he would lend a hand without endangering his own safety.
The current situation is clearly very dangerous. Not to mention Soi Fon Kenpachi Zaraki, he can't even defeat Shunsui Kyōraku alone.
If all three of them attack together, and he dares to show his face, he's 100% doomed. If he doesn't run away soon, he might not be able to escape.
"Damn it!" Kichō stomped her foot in anger, her face full of regret. "I shouldn't have brought him along."
"Let's go." Oda Nobunaga didn't blame Kichō. He understood perfectly well that even if he didn't bring Shiraishi along, as long as the other party stayed in the West District Ten and didn't leave...
Shinigami will still detect the underground passage.
The current situation is not bad; at least we know in advance that Shinigami has descended into the tunnel, instead of only finding out when we see him.
Oda Nobunaga didn't care about the torment of the flames; suffering was better than death.
He stepped out of the hot spring waterfall, his body covered in gruesome burns left by the flames, with only a loincloth covering the last vestiges of his manhood.
"Hiss."
Oda Nobunaga gasped, his body the Heat, the image of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto his sword flashing through his mind once more.
" Nobunaga, you should leave." Kichō quickly said, her Spiritual Power was weak, and she couldn't be of any help at this time.
"Shut up! What kind of husband abandons his wife!"
Oda Nobunaga, tormented by the heat, roared fiercely but moved with extreme gentleness. He carried her on his back, holding a sword in one hand and supporting her legs with the other, gritting his teeth as he said, "Hold on tight to my neck."
"Hi." Kichō didn't refuse anymore and obediently hugged his neck. The touch wasn't good; it was bumpy and uneven.
She didn't mind at all; instead, she nuzzled against her affectionately, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Perhaps the time and place were wrong, but she felt so happy at that moment that she would have no regrets even if she died.
Oda Nobunaga didn't have time to think about these things. He gritted his teeth and ran forward, making sure to ring the bell before leaving to warn his men to evacuate.
As for how many can be evacuated, it all depends on individual ability and luck.
The current crisis is no less severe than the Honnoji Incident; even he cannot guarantee that he will leave the underground alive.
The Shinigami are powerful, and the captain is a monster among monsters.
Given his current condition, if he were to encounter such a situation, he would most likely be killed.
Oda Nobunaga ran barefoot on the cold ground, but he didn't feel the slightest bit cold. Instead, he felt hotter and hotter, as if a flame was burning from the inside of his body.
My vision became blurry.
He bit his tongue, forcing himself to stay awake.
" Nobunaga." Six of his guards ran out from the side path.
"We'll cover the rear, you run!"
"Alright, my life is in your hands, Nagata." Oda Nobunaga remembered the name of every member of the Owari Group so that he could call out their names accurately in critical moments and make them fight with all their might.
"Hey!" Nagata was greatly encouraged and vowed to repay this kindness with his life.
Oda Nobunaga continued forward, and in the short passage, he was surrounded by more than a dozen people, and he successfully left the underground.
He paid no heed to the long-awaited sunshine or the fragrance of grass and trees, and continued running wildly.
The sunlight fell on his burned skin, and he felt as if his whole body was on fire. But when he looked around, there were no flames burning on his body.
These are all illusions caused by the heat.
Oda Nobunaga repeatedly told himself not to stop running and continued to traverse mountains and valleys.
As he ran, he began to pant heavily, his body heat feeling like someone wearing a cotton-padded coat in the middle of a 40-degree summer heat next to a boiler that was over 1,000 degrees.
Oda Nobunaga bit his way until his mouth was full of blood, but he couldn't even detect a trace of the fishy taste; his sense of taste had long been destroyed.
" Nobunaga, would you like to take a rest?"
The sight of Kichō was too heartbreaking; her words drifted away on the wind.
Oda Nobunaga did not heed her advice.
At such a short distance, the word "safety" is simply out of the question.
Just as he suspected, Shinigami was closing the distance between them.
Fortunately, Oda Nobunaga was tormented by flames for many years, so his Reiatsu was not very strong. In addition, the three captains were mainly looking for Shiraishi's whereabouts and did not come after him personally.
The Shinigami who caught up with them were all ordinary soldiers.
Chirp.
The Shakkahō, trailing a long trail of flame, swept past from behind and landed at the end of the column.
With a deafening roar, flames engulfed the surrounding trees, and several of the lagging Owari Group were not spared, falling to the ground with cries of agony.
" Nobunaga, go first..."
Before he could even utter the word "leave," the man's head drooped, and he collapsed limply into the forest, a large pool of blood flowing from the spot in his chest where the Byakurai had pierced him.
Oda Nobunaga did not look back, nor did he stop running; he ran with all his might.
We ran through dense forests, across a flat grassland, and then plunged into a dense forest.
The voices of his subordinates behind him grew fainter and fainter, until they finally disappeared completely.
Oda Nobunaga stopped and looked up.
A figure leaped down from above, his face full of scars, his eyes filled with bloodlust and a thirst for battle.
11th Division.
Without any markings, he could recognize the squad to which the other party belonged; only the 11th Division had such eyes and faces.
Oda Nobunaga desperately dodged the blow to the side, then slashed open the abdomen of the Shinigami, blood and intestines spilling out of his belly.
The next instant, several Shinigami closed in on him, some wielding knives, others throwing punches.
"It's over..." Oda Nobunaga smiled bitterly. He never expected that he would not die at the hands of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto, but would instead be killed by a few nameless soldiers.
A sharp flash of light appeared, and several Shinigami fell to the ground.
The Kichō clinging to Nobunaga's back was stunned. She was prepared to die with Nobunaga, so who had intervened?
She looked around blankly and saw a mysterious figure shrouded in a black robe under the tree.
Oda Nobunaga also saw the man, and said with a complicated expression, "After so many years, you have saved my life again."
"The more allies, the better."
The mysterious man answered in a gentle voice.
"Heh." Oda Nobunaga chuckled, a hint of wariness in his eyes. "You didn't summon the Shinigami, did you?"
"How could that be? I didn't intend for you to be exposed so early. It was all an accident, an accident caused by Shiraishi."
The mysterious man said, gently adjusting his glasses, "He seems to have a knack for the word 'unexpected,' always managing to bring me unexpected joy."