The First Division's base is also a church, the very church where Shiraishi once infiltrated the Pantheon.
The epic sculptures were all cleared away, leaving the front wall blank and unsightly.
Instead of using the main entrance, Shiraishi followed the Reiatsu and climbed through the colorful window.
The interior is simply furnished, and Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto removed some of the original murals and luxurious decorations.
The wall was adorned with his own calligraphy. "Quiet."
Keep your desk tidy, only allowing work-related pens, ink, and documents to be placed on it.
Why climb through the window when there's a front door?
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto reprimanded him, stopped his official duties, and opened his narrowed eyes, saying, "I heard you've been missing for a while."
"Yeah, let's relax outside for a bit."
Shiraishi responded, his brow furrowing slightly as he asked, "Are you alright?"
"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto sighed, leaning back in his chair. The forced expression on his face relaxed, revealing an even greater air of age. "I really am getting old."
Inoue's ability can thaw the frozen body, but it cannot restore it to its previous state; the coldness is too intense.
Recently, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto has not been waking up voluntarily, but rather being woken up by the cold; the morning chill sends a wave of coldness through his arms and throughout his body.
In the cold, he could easily sense the fragility of every bone, as if it would break at the slightest pressure.
The lingering pain of battle and the troubles of reality combined to leave Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto feeling both mentally and physically exhausted.
For the first time, he, who had always been confident in facing any problem, wondered if he was too old to overcome it.
He couldn't tell anyone about his exhaustion; as the Captain-Commander, he had to be fearless.
Let Lie take a look at your body.
Shiraishi spoke, sensing that Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's Reiatsu had decreased and lost its the Heat, as if the sun were setting. "Why don't you just step down? You're too old to stay there. I think Kyōraku is good enough to take your place."
"No"
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto shook his head. "He's still too inexperienced. He doesn't have the strength to control the situation. To become the Captain-Commander, he must possess the strongest abilities."
"Is there no Central 40 now?"
Shiraishi scratched his head and said, "Uh, is that not allowed?"
"Of course not."
Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto roared, his white eyebrows and long beard fluttering, and scolded, "You good-for-nothing!"
Men shouldn't cling to women all the time; otherwise, over time, you'll become a real nuisance.
You must have your own career, immerse yourself in it, and focus on moving forward to unleash your masculine charm.
Shiraishi retorted, "So you've been single for all these years?"
"When I was young, I had so many suitors that they could stretch for hundreds of meters, but I didn't accept any of them."
When Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto recounted his past achievements, it wasn't out of boasting, but because he genuinely possessed that charisma.
Young and strong, he was highly sought after in that era, and women would flock to him wherever he went.
"This is a very important matter; let me think about it carefully."
Shiraishi scratched his head, not explicitly refusing.
The Old Man Yama is right. What should I do next? I can't keep doing this to them every day.
Their bodies couldn't take it, and they weren't exactly free either.