In the ninth chapter of the novel " Shinigami the Unforgiven," Orihime Inoue appears to be a carefree, naive, and busty girl.
In reality, she is very perceptive and can always sense subtle changes in other people's emotions.
She knew that Shiraishi did this to dispel her unease about leaving her brother Zuellni.
"I've always been gentle with beautiful women."
Shiraishi smiled, not denying it, and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "Let's set off together; we need your strength."
"Um."
Orihime Inoue nodded, then turned to her friend, feigning nonchalance, and said, " Tatsuki, the next time we meet will be when the world returns to normal."
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it."
Tatsuki Arisawa's face lacked its usual heroic spirit, revealing a girlish gentleness. She actually wanted to go with them, but Zuellni needed her to stay.
Otherwise, Zuellni might not have survived until the day of world peace.
Orihime Inoue stepped forward and gave her a big hug, whispering in her ear, "Actually, I wouldn't mind if Tatsuki became my sister-in-law."
"Idiot, you fool, I've already said it's not like that!"
Tatsuki Arisawa blushed instantly and hurriedly denied it.
"Hehe." Orihime Inoue chuckled, quickly turned around, and ran towards the huge thing made up of turrets and houses.
For the first time in my life, I left my brother and went out on my own.
Orihime Inoue's unease had been dispelled by their earlier perfect harmony, replaced by an excitement for the unknown.
What awaits me ahead?
As she thought about it, countless images flashed through her mind, vibrant and colorful like fantastical fairy tales.
"Open the door!"
The gates of Zuellni creaked and shrank to both sides, and the mobile Spiritual Power -driven house slid down the sloping ramp. Just before it touched the ground, four steel claws appeared.
It landed on the ground with a thud.
The room shook.
"Ah." Soul pretended to throw himself against Orihime Inoue's chest for comfort.
Rukia a powerful elbow strike to his throat, nearly knocking the Soul Candy out of its body.
The house was stabilized and began to move outwards.
"I'll go set up the route. Orihime, you come too. When I'm training, I'll have you watch over the route to make sure it's correct."
Rukia tossed the soul aside and turned to face upwards.
Orihime Inoue followed in her footsteps.
" Ichigo, come with me. Let's begin our intensive training."
Shiraishi called out to Ichigo Kurosaki, not intending to waste any time.
With nothing to do, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto took out the tea leaves that Sora Inoue had given him from his pocket. He hadn't brewed tea in a long time and wanted to make a cup to satisfy his craving.
The shadow overhead dissipated, and the warm sunlight, now unobstructed, shone down on the ground.
Three chimneys swayed, spewing out plumes of white steam, while the makeshift houses wobbled forward.
Shiraishi off the balcony and said, "Don't hold back, attack me with all your might!"
"Mr. Shiraishi, I can't hit you at all."
Ichigo Kurosaki also landed, replying with a sullen expression.
Shiraishi raised a finger. "I'll definitely lower the difficulty and defeat you with the same speed and Reiatsu as you."
"Is that so?" Ichigo Kurosaki felt a surge of resentment upon hearing this. He knew his opponent was strong, but at the same speed and Reiatsu, he might not necessarily lose.
Ichigo Kurosaki gripped the hilt of Zangetsu, the bandages wrapped around it unraveling on their own. He pushed off with his foot and swung the sword down.
"Idiot, your attack was too forceful and too rigid; you couldn't even change your move."
Shiraishi turned slightly, maintaining the same speed. His keen Spiritual Sense and combat experience allowed him to anticipate the attack and swing his knife towards the throat.
A golden blade flashed, Ichigo Kurosaki was so frightened that sweat broke out on his back. He hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding a blade that grazed his throat, and he hadn't even caught his breath yet.
"Don't stop, keep up with the house."
"Yes."
Ichigo Kurosaki answered loudly, learning from his previous mistake, gripping his sword tightly, and charging forward again.
He needs to become faster and more powerful.
A short while later, Orihime Inoue, who was still trying to figure out how to Rukia's map, heard a call, " Orihime- chan~ come down and help this idiot recover."
"Oh, you're here." She responded, her face full of apology. "I'm sorry, Rukia, I'll go downstairs now."
"Um."
Rukia nodded, feeling rather helpless. Chappy a cute landmark, so obvious and easy to recognize, yet after teaching her for so long, she still couldn't understand it.
Eh, it seems Orihime doesn't have the talent for this.
"Sister, is it possible that your map is too hastily drawn?"
He only dared to speak when he saw that Rukia was alone.
"Shut up, what do you know, you're just a doll? It's simpler and easier to remember Chappy a map, I can understand it at a glance."
Rukia put away the map. "It's all because of this corrupted era. People who can read maps are becoming increasingly rare. Sigh."
"..."
Soul was speechless. He had seen the map made by Kisuke Urahara, and compared to Rukia's incomprehensible map, that complex map was incredibly simple.
Orihime Inoue returned to the control room and said with a smile, "Let's continue."
"Hmm, look at this Chappy, the cross above its head means it's... this Chappy..."
Rukia explained everything.
Orihime Inoue listened very hard, and after a while, looking at Chappy on the paper, she felt as if the rabbits were jumping out of the paper and circling around her head.
" Chappy, how scary..."
Orihime Inoue, her hands on the ground, her long hair falling over her shoulders, said, "I lost. I'll never understand Chappy's map in my entire life."
Rukia didn't scold her. She patted her head and comforted her, "It's alright, you've already tried your best. It's just that understanding maps requires talent, and I shouldn't force you to learn something you're not good at."
Rukia.
Orihime Inoue looked up and thought she was so gentle. "Are you hungry? I'll cook for you; cooking is one of my strengths."
Rukia glanced outside; the sun was setting. "It's getting late. Go prepare dinner. I'll continue watching over things here."
"Um."
Orihime Inoue got up, rolled up her sleeves, and decided to use her culinary skills to win back the score.
She turned and went downstairs. Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto wasn't in the living room; he had chosen to sit on the balcony outside, holding a cup of tea, watching how Shiraishi trained Ichigo Kurosaki.
Orihime Inoue was tinkering alone in the kitchen.
About half an hour later, she brought the finished dish to the table and called out, " Rukia, dinner is ready."
He then shouted outside, "Everyone, it's lunchtime!"
bite.
Shiraishi deflected Ichigo Kurosaki's sword. "Stop for now, eat your fill and then continue."
"Yes, Mr. Shiraishi."
Ichigo Kurosaki turned and leaped onto the balcony. He felt that his strength had improved a lot after the special training.
Shiraishi could only say that this kid truly deserves to be called the Chosen One; his progress is like a rocket, soaring from the strength of Fourth Seat to the top of the vice-captain level, approaching the captain's strength.
Hitsugaya felt embarrassed to call himself a genius in front of Ichigo Kurosaki.
The Bankai is a bit troublesome. Without Tenshintai, it's clearly impossible for Ichigo Kurosaki to learn it within three days.
As Shiraishi stepped into the living room, he saw a dish of creamy banana stewed beef and chili buckwheat noodles laid out on the table.