The Unforgiven in Shinigami, Chapter 61: It's not like I've never seen someone take a bath before. Night, 10 PM.
As the Great Spirit Book Library approached closing time, readers and librarians alike began to leave.
Shiraishi pressed the light switch.
All the lights went out in an instant, and darkness enveloped the place. The bright moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating part of the library, but not the entire space.
He stepped out of the door, closed it, and walked slowly down the corridor. There was no Reiatsu reaction around him, and he pressed his hand against the side of his neck.
"Sizzle..."
A low-signal electronic voice sounded, followed by a human voice, "Mr. Shiraishi, I think it's almost time for you to leave work. Don't worry about the attack."
We're fine.
A faked death probably won't fool Aizen, but it can conceal our location. The time for the final assault is clear.
August 10th.
"It's been too long," Shiraishi muttered. It was only July 18th, a long time from that day, and who knew what might happen in the meantime.
"Well, I'll let you know if anything unexpected happens. Goodbye."
The communicator is one-way, not two-way.
His complaints went unheard, and the call was immediately disconnected.
A hint of helplessness appeared on Shiraishi's face; he finally understood the hardships of undercover agents in the movies.
Unlike those undercover agents, his pressure did not stem from the fear of being discovered by the enemy.
The real question is whether Retsu Unohana and the others can withstand a crisis.
Upon hearing the news that Grimmjow was leading 100,000 Arrancar in an attack that afternoon, his worries were no less than those of Orihime Inoue, though he concealed them very well.
At that time, even the slightest worry he showed would indirectly increase Orihime Inoue's psychological pressure.
Fortunately, Grimmjow's rapid offensive gave Shiraishi a 90% certainty that it was a hoax.
The remaining 10% disappeared during the previous call.
Shiraishi returned to his room, pushed open the door, then closed it behind him, and walked directly to the corner of the room.
Three Arrancar women appeared in the previously empty corner, sitting separately.
Sun-Sun and Rose expressed resignation to their fate of being imprisoned by the enemy.
Emilou didn't. Her heterochromatic eyes still didn't hide her anger towards someone, like a rhinoceros about to charge.
Ignoring her gaze, Shiraishi held out his hand and said, "Give me the phone."
Sun-Sun obediently handed over the phone.
He picked up his phone and looked through their communication records with Tier Harribel that day. The records showed which sealed land he was in, confirming that Sajin Komamura was in a sealed state.
Tier Harribel also briefly mentioned Grimmjow Shinigami, offering some of her own speculations, such as that Gin Ichimaru was deliberately trying to shake off suspicion and that surveillance efforts should be increased.
Sun-Sun and the others replied with a bunch of ordinary, everyday remarks.
Turn them one by one.
Upon reaching the top, Shiraishi nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very good, you really didn't try any tricks."
On the first day, Sun-Sun was very dishonest, deliberately replying to messages briefly and doing things that didn't fit their persona.
Given their personalities, if they had the chance to chat with Tier Harribel, they wouldn't be so aloof.
Shiraishi immediately sensed something was wrong. That night, he took a picture of Tier Harribel sleeping and threatened them with the consequences if they dared to play any more tricks.
They were so frightened that they became obedient.
By the way, Sun-Sun has already set that photo as her phone wallpaper.
"Stop talking nonsense, we don't need your praise."
Emilou pouted, scratched her arm, and said, "It's been over a month. I want to take a shower. Can't you put a barrier around the bathroom?"
"That won't do. If someone comes in and can't see the bathroom, it'll just seem weird."
Shiraishi shook his head and said, "If you want to take a bath, I'll get you some water. You can make do with washing up here."
Emilou immediately jumped up and said, "You pervert! That would mean you'd see everything!"
You overestimate your looks; I'll turn my head away from here.
As Shiraishi spoke, he turned and left the barrier, fetched a bucket of water from the bathroom, and took a towel, shower gel, and shampoo. "Do you want to wash your hair too?"
Emilou retorted angrily, "Of course I have to wash!"
Her fiery temper lasted for over a month without diminishing or causing any health problems, which is quite a unique talent.
"Hand them over after you're done washing, and I'll fetch you some water." Shiraishi turned and left the barrier, her back to them, and reached her hand back into it.
"You absolutely mustn't peek!"
Emilou emphasized this point, then lowered her head, splashed water on her fingertips, and the sound of dripping water filled the air as bubbles formed on her fingertips.
She didn't realize that Shiraishi didn't need to look back at all.
The barrier itself serves a monitoring function, not the kind of monitoring with the naked eye, but rather it is more like the barrier becoming a part of the body.
Shiraishi couldn't see Emilou's body, but he could sense the frequency of her heartbeat, the breath from every pore, the water droplets sliding across her body, a few drops splashing in the air, when they landed, and how many fragments they fell.
These can all be clearly perceived.
After washing her hair, Emilou started taking off her clothes and taking a shower.
The sound of the rushing water grew louder as she scrubbed herself until her skin was bright red. She hadn't bathed often back in Hueco Mundo.
If we move her to the Divine Realm, where she has the means to bathe every day, we can help her develop a love for bathing.
She felt uncomfortable if she didn't shower for a few days, and after a month without a bath, she was really going crazy, always feeling smelly.
Today was a pleasant day.
Emilou was washing, she realized that one bucket of water was not enough, so she picked up the bucket to hand it to him.
Shiraishi proactively caught it.
"..." Emilou blinked, quickly covering herself with a large white towel, and glared at him, saying, "You bastard, you've been secretly watching me, haven't you?!"
They all say they didn't peek.
Shiraishi countered that he couldn't hear anything outside; he only heard what the other person was saying by the movement of their lips.
"Still making excuses? Then how did you manage to catch it?"
"Perception, do you think this barrier is just to trap you? Inside, your every move is under my control."
"Isn't that just peeking?!"
Emilou completely lost her temper, her face flushed with anger, and she was on the verge of tears.
"I only noticed you raising your hand; I couldn't see your hand or your body. How can that be considered peeping?"
Shiraishi continued to refute.
Emilou fought back tears and asked, "Really?"
"Of course, I'm not the kind of person who peeks at others showering. If I really want to watch, I usually do it openly and honestly."
Shiraishi hurriedly replied.
"Hmph, you pervert!" Emilou cursed angrily, managing to hold back her tears so she wouldn't cry between Sun-Sun and Rose.
She didn't want to be looked down upon.
Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she was really going to cry out loud; he was most afraid of women crying.
After fetching the water, he closed his eyes and went to the barrier, handing the water in. He turned around, thinking that if he could endure it for a while longer, this illegal imprisonment would be resolved.