The fierce battle on the surface did not affect the Shin'ō Underground Great: The Jail.
This is the third floor, the Shūgō.
The dark, densely packed cells held countless prisoners, but Shiraishi didn't care. With his left hand supporting the two guards responsible for opening the doors on the first and second floors, he shoved the guard on the third floor in front of the door's barrier with his right. "Untie them!"
The defenses of the Shin'ō Underground Great: The Jail are theoretically flawless, making a prison break virtually impossible.
The problem is that this theory needs to be implemented by people.
Most of the members of the Kidō Corps are nobles who live a life of luxury and are only responsible for safe tasks such as opening the Dangai passage, maintaining the barrier, and sealing.
When Shiraishi's knife was held to their necks, few could remain defiant.
"Okay, okay," the third-floor manager replied in a trembling voice, inwardly cursing the Stealth Force and First Division outside for being useless, actually letting in such a vicious prisoner.
"Hurry up."
Shiraishi urged, knowing that no one knew how long Oda Nobunaga and his men could hold out; he had to race against time to rescue them.
The manager formed a hand seal, shouted towards the shimenawa rope in front of him, "Release!"
Crack! Crack! The shimenawa rope snapped at the edge of the door, the shiki-shaped coin on it burned, and the stone door slowly opened backward.
Shiraishi knocked the manager unconscious with a karate chop, then tossed him onto the backs of two other people, who carried him down the hill together.
Waaah~
The fourth floor was increasingly cold and gloomy; there were no lights on the walls, yet a cold, bluish light flickered in the darkness.
The prisoner's low Howling echoed in the corridor, like a baby crying in the dead of night.
"You deliver it." One of the Kidō Corps members, unaware of anything amiss, tried to approach Shiraishi to ask what prisoner he was delivering.
Too lazy to waste words, Shiraishi kicked the man away, found the familiar Reiatsu among the multiple Reiatsu, abandoned the three people in his arms, and appeared in front of the cell door using the Steel Tempest.
A row of iron bars blocked his way. Shiraishi drew his sword, Infinity, with his right hand and swung it down.
With a sharp crack, the iron fence snapped, alerting the other guards on that floor.
"Who is it!" Ah. "Tsuna."
A few quick, brief sounds came from the darkness. Kūkaku Shiba, wearing an eye patch, couldn't see what was happening outside, nor did he care.
The boiling Reiatsu caused her to bite down hard on the spherical object in her mouth, remaining silent was her last act of defiance.
Shiraishi quickly dealt with the guards and administrators, returned to his cell, and strode over to Kūkaku Shiba's side.
At this moment, she was tied to a chair, dressed in a tight white pajamas that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure.
Shiraishi swung his sword to cut the binding ropes, and incidentally used the blade to slice open the Kūkaku Shiba's abdomen.
The reason for making the cut was to see if destroying this punishment suit could stop the Reiatsu from boiling.
"Pooh."
Kūkaku Shiba spat out the ball from her mouth, pulled off her blindfold with her left hand, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with her right hand, and her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to see clearly who had saved her.
She exclaimed in astonishment, " Shiraishi?! What are you doing here?"
"Sorry I'm late," Shiraishi said, not intending to say much more, and asked, "Can you still run?"
"Yes," Kūkaku Shiba replied subconsciously, standing up from the bench. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed forward, falling into his arms like a big, soft cotton candy.
Shiraishi held her tightly, asking, "Has the punishment still worn off?"
"The protective suit has lost its effectiveness, and my body won't recover that quickly."
Because of her physical weakness, Kūkaku Shiba's temper had become very good, and her voice had a touch of feminine gentleness, "It looks like I can't run anymore, why don't you carry me?"
"Okay." Shiraishi released his hand, turned around, and squatted down.
Kūkaku Shiba disregarded the difference between men and women, readily climbing onto his back and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Shiraishi stood up, supporting his hips with his hands.
Her whole body tensed; a man had never grabbed her there before. She whispered in her ear, "Can't you grab my back of the knee?"
"Oh, I've never carried anyone on my back, so I don't know much about these things."
Shiraishi suddenly realized, his hand sliding down his buttocks to the back of his knees, and he suspected that the designer of this punishment outfit was not a decent person.
This isn't a punishment uniform; it's practically a bodysuit.
It was the ultra-thin, silky kind, and the warm touch on my buttocks and thighs felt completely unlike any clothing barrier.
"Hiss." Kūkaku Shiba's breathing quickened, and she instinctively tightened her grip around his lower back.
Hold me tighter.
Shiraishi raised his dragon, realizing he couldn't stay in place any longer, and quickly ran outside without using his Steel Tempest.
His Steel Tempest can Hollowfication objects, but it cannot Hollowfication living things other than himself.
Shiraishi could only carry Kūkaku Shiba uphill.
The wind brushed against her cheeks, her black hair fluttered wildly, and the prisoners' whimpering cries quickly faded into the distance.
We moved to the third floor, Shūgō.
Kūkaku Shiba wrapped her arms tightly around Shiraishi's neck.
The tension, fear, and anger I felt during this period dissipated from my heart along with the sound of the wind in my ears.
At that moment, she felt very relaxed, not thinking about anything, and even had the idea of freezing time in the present moment.
Once they leave here, they will face the difficult question of why their uncle, Isshin Shiba, came to the World of the Living, as well as the relentless pursuit of the Gotei 13.
The Central 46 Chambers —no, the Tsunayashiro Clan— would not allow her to flee.
"Can you hold on?" Shiraishi asked. They had reached the first level, which was still some distance from the ground.
The Reiatsu from the battle between Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto and Oda Nobunaga is already affecting this layer.
"It's alright." Kūkaku Shiba recovered from her brief state of weakness and regained her usual strength, using both her hands and feet to exert force, not wanting to hold anyone back at this moment.
Upon hearing this, Shiraishi did not stop to rest. He carried her out of the first level of the Shin'ō Underground Great: The Jail, then turned onto the stairs leading to the ground, and passed through the broken thirteen layers of defenses.
The boundary between light and darkness appears before your eyes; to the left is the shadowy world created by the Sōkyoku Hill, and to the right is the blazing sun.
A gust of wind swept in from the shadowy distance, rippling the lake. Through the broken gate, Shiraishi saw Nemu Kurotsuchi's back and a smile appeared on his face.
The next second, Nemu Kurotsuchi fell backward, and bright red blood slowly gushed out from her abdomen.
"This is really difficult."
Okita Sōji flicked the blood off his sword; his face was covered in dust. He hadn't originally intended to use the power of Dusk Bell, as it would consume too much Reiatsu.
The problem is that this woman is more troublesome than expected. Despite not having very strong Reiatsu, her speed and destructive power are ridiculously high.
Fortunately, it's finally resolved.
Okita Sōji lifted his foot to step over Nemu Kurotsuchi, and a chilling sensation shot from his anus all the way to his brain, as refreshing as if an ice pick had been inserted.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately Time Deletion by half a second.
Dusk Bell's ability ensures that no one can ambush him. By simply Time Deletion, half a second is enough to avoid an enemy's sneak attack and then deliver a counterattack.
He did something similar more than once.