Achoo!
Shiraishi rubbed his nose, and suddenly felt a chill run down his back, as if he were being watched by something.
He used his Spiritual Sense to perceive the outside world, but found no unusual Reiatsu fluctuations.
"Mr. Shiraishi, are you alright?"
"Oh, it's nothing. It's probably just someone talking about me behind my back. Being too popular can be a bit of a problem."
Shiraishi replied with a smile, continuing to assume the stance of drawing his sword.
There were painters both in front of and behind him.
One is a portrait, and the other is the blueprint for the portrait.
Both of them were very focused and unaffected by the sound of his sneezing; their pens scratched on the drawing board.
Orihime Inoue was supervising from the side when her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it had a new friend request.
The dating app that connects with Unohana and the others is Kokoro Heart Window, developed by Mayuri Kurotsuchi, and its icon design matches that person's aesthetic.
A large green worm resembling a baby's head.
To be honest, unless it's an exclusive, monopolistic app, probably no one would choose to use this kind of dating app.
Orihime Inoue clicked on the friend request, which was from Kūkaku Shiba, and she accepted it.
Ding! A message immediately arrived. " Inoue, is Shiraishi with you?"
"Yes, we're drawing his portrait in the northwest room on the second floor of the city hall."
Orihime Inoue replied.
"Oh"
With a simple reply, the person had already leaped in from outside the window, " Shiraishi, how much longer are you going to paint?"
I don't know either.
Shiraishi replied, then asked, "How much longer?"
An artist looked up and said, "I need about five more minutes."
"I need ten minutes."
Why paint a portrait of Shiraishi?
Kūkaku Shiba turned to ask.
Orihime Inoue smiled and said, "The portrait will be hung in the Human Alliance Nation Parliament Hall, and the statues will be placed in the center of each Steel Shell City. Through the common hero, we can increase people's cohesion."
"Not bad."
Kūkaku Shiba said something but didn't urge him; he patiently waited for him to finish drawing.
Ten minutes later, the person drawing the portrait stopped and smiled, saying, "Lord Shiraishi, thank you for your cooperation."
"It's just a small thing. Remember to let me see it when it's finished being printed."
Shiraishi was very interested in his first sculpture and was looking forward to seeing what it would look like.
After all, none of the other Shinigami have a manifestation image, only he does, so he needs a certain degree of self-control to prevent it from floating away.
"Of course, I won't let you down."
The man bowed and sensibly left the room.
Orihime Inoue didn't stay to be a third wheel; she found an excuse to go back and report to her brother and left.
Shiraishi was about to give her a bear hug, a touchscreen phone blocked his way. "This is the phone we sent you. Turn it on and activate it, then register your ' Heart Window ' account so you can contact us."
"Oh"
Shiraishi took the phone, turned it on, and found it used facial recognition for activation. He faced the camera and said, "Beep, problem detected. Please open your mouth and try saying 'I'm an idiot.' Then you'll pass the recognition."
"... Do you have this problem when you activate it?"
He looked somewhat puzzled.
Kūkaku Shiba spread her hands and said, "No, I activated naturally after being scanned."
"Damn it, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, that childish brat!"
A hint of annoyance flashed across Shiraishi's face. He concluded that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him, so he clicked the "X" in the upper left corner. He was joking, he would rather dismantle the Twelfth Division than admit that he was an idiot.
With a click of the X, the pitch-black page suddenly lights up, presenting a page resembling a horror movie, with all the software icons designed according to Mayuri Kurotsuchi's aesthetic.
"Hmph, he's smart to know his place, otherwise I would have made him understand why flowers are so red."
Shiraishi didn't complain about the software icon.
The software on the computer in the Great Spirit Book Library, also developed by Mayuri Kurotsuchi, also features this kind of underworld aesthetic.
He was already used to it. "How do I register for this?"
"So stupid,"
Kūkaku Shiba rolled her eyes at him before continuing, "There's a 'Register' button here. Enter your ID name; it doesn't have to be your real name, a pseudonym is fine. Then set your profile picture."
She guided him step by step, trying to make him see the process on the phone screen clearly, naturally leaning closer.
Shiraishi Shi chuckled and, instead of entering his real name, chose a screen name. "You Are the Wind, I Am the Sand."
"Haha, what kind of name did you come up with? 'Sandstorm'?"
Kūkaku Shiba mocked him mercilessly.
My online name is my freedom.
Shiraishi replied and clicked "Confirm".
This username cannot be changed.
"... Why didn't you say so sooner?"
Shiraishi cried out in regret; he had chosen this online name with the mindset that he could change it at any time.
Kūkaku Shiba blinked, looking completely innocent, and said, "You didn't ask."
Shiraishi took a bite angrily through the bright red fabric.
"Um,"
She let out a muffled groan, her eyes welling up with tears, and her cheeks gradually flushed as she said, "You really have boundless energy. It seems that not resting for a whole day doesn't affect you much."
"Not even a single day of rest?"
Shiraishi was somewhat puzzled.
Kūkaku Shiba hugged him and said, "This is the plan that Retsu proposed at the tea party. It's to let you spend one day with me, and Monday is mine."
Tuesday is you and Little One, Wednesday is Tier Harribel, Thursday is Nelliel, Friday is Nemu Kurotsuchi, and so on.
Kūkaku Shiba tightened her grip. " Ganju's not home, so let's go crazy here today."