The news that the Second Division, Eighth Division, 11th Division, and Twelfth Division had mobilized to capture Shiraishi could not be kept from the Fourth Division.
Because the Fourth Division's duty is to treat the wounded.
Retsu Unohana was worried about the large number of injured people, so she went to take stock of the General Infirmary's inventory. Due to the warehouse manager's negligence, some medical supplies were completely insufficient.
Isane Kotetsu was ordered to go out and purchase hemostatic, anti-inflammatory, and bandage medications to avoid delaying the treatment of the wounded.
She never expected that the target of the manhunt would appear in Junrinan South District.
Not knowing how to interact with her, she chose to avoid the situation, pretending not to see anything, and then went to do her own thing.
"Wait, Isane, it's me."
"It's you I can't touch, "Isane Kotetsu muttered to himself, avoiding the crowd in front of him and quickening his pace. Suddenly, his white belt was grabbed.
Then, Shiraishi walked around to her side, his face full of a mournful expression, and said, "Haven't seen me for a while, and you've already forgotten me?"
"Oh, isn't this Shiraishi? What a coincidence!"
Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Isane Kotetsu could only pretend to have bumped into her by chance. However, her lying skills were so poor that it was obvious to everyone that she was lying.
Shiraishi snorted, his eyes narrowing slightly as he asked, "Why did you run away just now?"
"Really? There must be too many people around, I didn't see it."
Isane Kotetsu grew increasingly uneasy, instinctively shrugging her shoulders and trying to appear even smaller.
Shiraishi rolled his eyes.
Nemu Kurotsuchi stepped forward and said, " Kotetsu, it's been a long time."
" Nemu, what are you doing here?"
Isane Kotetsu was genuinely surprised; he had been so focused on Shiraishi that he hadn't noticed the person next to him at all.
"I was captured by Shiraishi two days ago and have been by his side ever since."
These words sharpened Isane Kotetsu's gaze.
The Shinigami Women's Association is open to all female Shinigami, but very few actually join. Apart from the Captain Soi Fon Shinigami, the rest of them get along quite well.
Isane Kotetsu couldn't tolerate his friend being bullied. His courage and determination surged instantly, and he demanded, "What happened?"
Shiraishi spread his hands and said, "It's all thanks to Mayuri Kurotsuchi. That guy actually used the residents of Rukongai as bombs to try and kill me, but I beat him up and he ran away. So I wanted to keep Nemu Kurotsuchi around to annoy that bastard."
Using Rukongai residents as bombs?
Isane Kotetsu frowned instantly and muttered, "I must file a complaint against him with the Central 46 Chambers."
Shiraishi seemed to only then realize what was happening and said, "Huh, you're the Shinigami?"
Isane Kotetsu suddenly remembered that he had been concealing his identity as Shinigami and befriending Shiraishi. His courage and boldness vanished instantly like sand in the wind. "This, this, I, that..."
Nemu Kurotsuchi spoke on her behalf, "She is the Third Seat of the Fourth Division."
"Haha, that's it." Isane Kotetsu laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head, wishing he could shrink into a tiny nail.
Shiraishi clutched his chest, his expression exaggerated, and said, "My pure heart has been deceived. I will never forgive you unless you treat me to a meal."
Isane Kotetsu chuckled; she could afford to treat him to a meal. "Let's talk about it after I'm done with my work."
What are you busy with?
"Go buy some medicine for your injuries. There are four squads out there trying to capture you, what if..."
Isane Kotetsu suddenly stopped speaking. "Ah, the medicine we're buying is to deal with the injuries caused by Shiraishi."
Now that we're here, is it still necessary to make purchases?
"Don't worry, I wouldn't want you to get tired. There isn't a single wounded."
Shiraishi reached out and hooked his arm around her snow-white neck, grinning as he said, "Now you have time to treat me to dinner?"
Isane Kotetsu hesitated before agreeing, saying, "If the people at the Projection Hall see me with you, they'll definitely report it to Central 46 Chambers."
"Then I'll say I coerced you, forced you to treat me to a meal, and even groped you. I only didn't kill you because I was after your beauty."
Shiraishi gave her plenty of reasons and urged her, "Don't delay any longer. Hurry up and go to North District before anyone finds me. If you drag this out any longer, you won't be able to invite me."
Having said that, Isane Kotetsu didn't refuse any longer and nodded, saying, "Alright."
" Nemu leads the way."
"Um."
Nemu Kurotsuchi responded, but instead of taking the usual route (which would be too slow), she leaped onto the roof and headed straight for North District from the open space above.
Soon, the bustling North District came into view, and even before people arrived, the aroma of various snacks wafted over.
To avoid causing a disturbance, the three of them landed on the rooftop in a secluded corner, then stepped out and walked towards the streets of North District.
The first shop on the street with a sign for large kabayaki (grilled kabayaki) is where the owner grills the kabayaki with one hand and gently fans the aroma outwards with the other.
The enticing aroma made it impossible to go any further.
Shiraishi stepped forward and said, "Boss, three servings of kabayaki, please."
Isane Kotetsu urgently, "No need, two portions will suffice."
Shiraishi asked, looking puzzled, "It smells so good, aren't you going to eat it?"
Isane Kotetsu swallowed hard, his expression hesitant, but he shook his head firmly and said, "No, I usually only drink plain porridge. I absolutely refuse to touch grilled meat like this."
Shiraishi glanced at her waist and asked doubtfully, "Does someone with your figure need to lose weight?"
Isane Kotetsu glared at him and muttered, "You and Nemu can eat."
Nemu Kurotsuchi showed no interest in the food either, saying expressionlessly, " Mayuri- sama never lets me eat this kind of junk food, hmm."
The high-speed airflow cooled the scalding hot grilled eel considerably, making it just the right temperature, and then, carrying its aroma and rich sauce, it rushed into her open mouth.
She bit down, the crispy outer skin fragrant, the tender fish inside succulent and delicious. She chewed quietly, swallowed, and a light seemed to shine in her deep green eyes, even her expressionless face glowing. "What a wonderful feeling! Can I have another bite?"
"Haha, of course, this one is yours."
Shiraishi handed her the grilled eel, then picked up another one and deliberately waved it under Isane Kotetsu's nose, whispering like a devil, "Okay~ don't resist, it's okay to indulge once in a while, you can burn off the fat by exercising more."
"Gulp." Isane Kotetsu, smelling the aroma and with glistening red sauce on her lips, couldn't hold back any longer and cried out with a mournful face, "You're a devil, boohoo... It's so delicious... Damn it, if I grow taller again, it's all your fault."
"No problem, I love taking responsibility for people."
Shiraishi, beaming, picked up a serving, took a bite, and found it quite delicious.
After finishing one serving, Shiraishi didn't order another. Instead, he pushed the two of them forward, devouring all the food on the street. How could they waste the food from the whole street just because of one good restaurant?
Since he rarely comes here, he wants to eat his way from one end of the street to the other.
Tempura, red bean soup with white rice cakes, konjac oden, daifuku mochi, roasted sweet potato, rolled sushi, grilled dried squid, iris dumplings, duck soba noodles, and more.
Nemu Kurotsuchi and Isane Kotetsu both got pregnant.
Shiraishi was no exception.
Having only eaten half of North District Street, Shiraishi wanted to continue, but he knew it was time to leave. His Spiritual Sense warned him, "Looks like I've been discovered. I'll save the other half for when we meet again."
"Nemu, do you want to come with me? Or go back to the Twelfth Division?"