The Unforgiven Shinigami, Chapter 17: Massage can relieve fatigue. Time passes.
August 21st, Sunday.
According to the new regulations introduced by Shiraishi, the work schedule should be six days on, one day off.
But everything is difficult at the beginning.
Everything was in its initial stages: the formation and implementation of the cabinet, the introduction of currency, and the abolition of the old egalitarian system.
A whole host of problems won't disappear just because you take a day off; they'll just pile up and leave you exhausted the next day.
If you don't want that to happen, you can only honestly finish those tasks on the same day to avoid problems piling up.
At the end of the day, the only times that allow one to relax are mealtimes and sleep.
Shiraishi stood guard in front of the iron pot, his gaze not fixed on the pot, but on the clear stream.
To be precise, it was a rock by the stream, where a woman with black hair flowing down her back sat sideways. Her dark purple stockings were off and hanging on her boots, and her feet were soaking in the stream, enjoying its gentle coolness.
Today we're having a picnic outdoors.
Even if it doesn't take an hour to eat, half an hour is still manageable.
"Stop looking, the stewed beef inside will turn into mincemeat if it keeps stewing any longer."
"It's all because you're so beautiful, I can never get enough of looking at you," Shiraishi replied with a smile, then looked away, opened the pot lid, and a wave of steam rushed out, the bright red broth seemingly about to dye the vegetables and beef red.
It looks spicy.
He extinguished the fire, lifted the pot by both sides and placed it on an iron rack, then began serving rice.
"You say that, but you've been living like a god these past few days. You've probably forgotten all about me."
Retsu Unohana glanced at him, her eyes revealing a captivating charm.
"How could that be? I've been thinking about you the whole time."
Shiraishi replied with a serious expression, then added rather dejectedly, "Things aren't what you think."
On Wednesday evening, he wanted to discuss the issues that adults should face with Tier Harribel, but she blushed with embarrassment and kicked him out of the house.
She apologized and explained afterward that the message she sent to the Heart Window was incoherent, and that Tier Harribel looked adorable in her flustered state.
It also made him realize that you can't rush things; you need time to slowly grind the ingredients before you can enjoy the sweet taste of black-skinned milk.
On Thursday Nelliel dragged him to play games all night. Don't get me wrong, it really was one of those online games. He was happy, but it was also true that he felt sleepy at work the next day.
Nemu Kurotsuchi didn't sleep at all on Friday.
The printing press, mobile phone manufacturing machines, network base stations, and so on are all the responsibility of the Research and Development Institute; no one else can manufacture them.
The entire Research and Development Institute was working around the clock, relying entirely on Mayuri Kurotsuchi to provide them with energizing drugs so they could get to work.
Shiraishi felt heartbroken seeing this, but there was nothing he could do. If he didn't fight, how could he stabilize the world as quickly as possible? Could he rely solely on a gentle heart?
Saturday, you know.
Isane Kotetsu was worried about getting pregnant and refused to get past the last hurdle. In addition, he was really too tired, so he just held her and slept for one night.
"Those carefree images you're imagining don't exist."
Shiraishi sighed, turned around, and said, "The rice is ready."
Retsu Unohana sat on a rock with her hands behind her back, her feet, wet with stream water, lifted up, and in the sunlight, water droplets adorned the tofu like pearls.
The light reflected from her toenails resembled thin slices of jade. "Then I'll reward you; come and wipe my feet."
"What kind of reward is this?"
Shiraishi replied excitedly. He quickly went to the side, took the pure white towel, and slowly dried the water droplets. He couldn't help but touch it a few more times, and even wanted to hug it and kiss it.
He's not just a simple fanatic; he's the type who'll fanaticize anything that's beautiful.
"What if we add this?"
Retsu Unohana didn't hide behind her back any longer. Holding the ice cream, she stepped forward, her eyes crinkling into crescent shapes. "Would you like some dessert before dinner?"
"Eat!"
Shiraishi held his foot, took a bite, and like a hungry baby, sucked the cold and sweet ice cream into his mouth, making sure to clean it thoroughly so that not a single finger gap remained.
Retsu Unohana's smile grew even sweeter as she scraped the ice cream from his lips with her finger, saying, "You greedy little kitten."
As she spoke, she popped an ice cream into her mouth, her large eyes slightly misty, as if extending an invitation.
Shiraishi wanted to pounce on him.
She dodged in Shunpo, her dark purple stockings already on, her feet in tall boots, and her black mini-skirt fluttering in the wind.
During this period, the policy that was implemented first and foremost was the reform of the Shihakushō, which required all female Shinigami to wear miniskirts and stockings or garter stockings, and uniformly wear knee-high boots.
Even Retsu Unohana couldn't escape it.
"That's so unfair! You piqued my interest, then just ran away."
Shiraishi looked resentful, like a little girl who had been abandoned.
Retsu Unohana blinked and said, "Tonight you belong to me. You have plenty of time to play. I still have official business to handle this afternoon, so I can't waste the Captain-Commander's energy now."
"It doesn't affect anything at all."
Shiraishi replied, but did not take any further action. He remained seated beside them, respecting their wishes, and said that if the opportunity arose, they would naturally go boating together.
If not, then wait.
Anyone can eat seafood if they work hard.
Shiraishi scooped a spoonful of the fiery red soup and beef into her bowl, then poured it over himself.
"Phew, it's so spicy," he said, feeling like his tongue was on fire, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.
Retsu Unohana can handle spicy food very well, and she also has the composure to savor it slowly.
He devoured the rice in no time. The beef was stewed until very tender, melting in just a few bites. It was spicy and fragrant, making even the rice taste exceptionally delicious.
Before long, he was sweating profusely from eating and quickly put down his bowl.
Retsu Unohana handed over a tissue and wiped her own mouth as well.
Shiraishi looked at her empty bowl. "Didn't you eat very slowly?"
"I just eat elegantly, not like you wolfing it down."
Retsu Unohana stood up, stretched, and said, "It's still early, want to lie down under the tree for a while?"
"Give me a lap pillow and I'll go."
"Okay, consider this a reward for your hard work."
Retsu Unohana did not refuse his request. She understood that the work had been very tough lately, especially for the Fourth Division, let alone the First Division.
If possible, I would naturally want to alleviate his fatigue.
When Shiraishi was idle, he felt he had nothing to do and should find something to do.
When he gets busy, I feel sorry for him because he's doing too much and he should take a good rest.
Shiraishi lay on Retsu Unohana's lap, the faint herbal scent wafting through her stockings. Turning her head, she could see the view obscuring her face, and turning her head further, she could peek into her private parts. "Ah, this feels so healing."
Let me give you a massage.
Retsu Unohana gently placed his head down with both hands, and a tingling sensation gradually spread from where he landed.
"Oh, that feels so good." Shiraishi's body relaxed, almost melting into a puddle of mud.
Retsu Unohana chuckled, "You're the second man to enjoy my massage service."
Who is the first?
"Jealous? It's Captain-Commander Yamamoto. He's getting old, and I occasionally massage his head and shoulders to relax his muscles."
Retsu Unohana said, increasing the pressure on her hand, "I'm going to give you a really tough one."
"Oh!"
Shiraishi's relaxed body suddenly tensed up, and he felt an urge to urinate, but then relaxed again in an instant, almost wetting his pants.
"Lie, don't do that suddenly. What if you wet your pants?"
She let out a mischievous laugh, "Haha, it's okay, you're my little darling, it's normal to wet your pants."
Shiraishi said irritably, "You're quite the talker. Tonight I'll make you cry and beg for mercy, my darling."
"Is that so? Try it if you dare, little boy~"
Retsu Unohana increased her strength once more.