The Unforgiven in Shinigami, Chapter 25: Fierce, I Want a Child. The teleportation method of the Wandenreich is different from the Garganta and the Senkaimon. The Sun Gate has a unique spatial traversal method with strong concealment.
Long ago, the Wandenreich bypassed the Shinigami's surveillance and established temporary strongholds in the World of the Living realm and Hueco Mundo.
These were two backup plans that Haschwalth had prepared in advance, fearing that the Seireitei might discover the Wandenreich hidden within the Shakonmaku.
The strongholds in Hueco Mundo are mostly unused, while the largest number are in the World of the Living. Due to supply needs, they frequently travel between the World of the Living and Soul Society.
The Shinigami were completely unaware of this.
This is because the Wandenreich transmits its power from within the shadows.
Sōya Azashiro enveloped by the shadows, then rose from within them. Judging from the surrounding Reishi, he realized that this was Hueco Mundo.
He watched the buildings rising on the sand, ignoring the women's clamor around him, and disappeared from the shadows.
Sōya Azashiro didn't merge with the surrounding buildings and white sand, as that would be too slow; instead, he chose to merge with Reishi.
Then let the Reishi drift with the wind, quickly spreading throughout the area to gather more intelligence and launch subsequent operations.
Sōya Azashiro brainless; he knew very well that Aizen had only been dead for a short time, and there were definitely Arrancar who were dissatisfied with the Shinigami.
He Arrancar conflict between the Arrancar and those who obeyed Shinigami, starting with infighting at the bottom and then crushing the Hollows at the top.
The ultimate goal is to annihilate all the Arrancar.
That's why he rushed here; if he delayed too long, Aizen's influence would dissipate at the lower levels.
Sōya Azashiro hid in a closed warehouse, sat down, listened to the voice coming from the Reishi, and waited for an opportunity to act.
October 2nd.
Evening in Soul Society already had an autumnal feel, unlike the midday heat, and the air was filled with coolness.
Shiraishi's heart was burning with passion; even after leaving work on time and returning to his Captain-Commander's residence, he still brought back three large baskets of documents.
Since the crackdown began on September 26th, his condition has not improved; in fact, it has worsened.
The cabinet underwent a major reshuffle, selecting elites from the World of the Living and the nobility, improving their treatment, and eliminating a group of the most corrupt officials.
To improve public order and crack down on forces that are detrimental to people's livelihoods.
The above combination of measures made things even worse. By increasing the salaries of officials, the number of departments surged at a rate he had never imagined.
Anyone, no matter how insignificant, wants to be a minister, get a car for themselves, enjoy free services, and have all sorts of public funds reimbursed.
Shiraishi received Soi Fon's report, he was furious and decided to abolish all the unnecessary departments, stipulating that the establishment of any new department must be approved by him.
The price was three large baskets of documents I brought home.
It contains information on departments that need to be dissolved, as well as plans for establishing new departments.
He couldn't handle it casually, fearing that it might contain truly important documents.
"Damn it, I really want to kill all those guys. Why are only these scumbags willing to cooperate with us?"
Shiraishi complained loudly to the kitchen, her eyes still glued to the documents.
Despite his usual laziness, he will not budge an inch on matters of principle.
He resolutely refused to allow the Cabinet and the Gotei 13 to return to the darkness of the former Central 46 Chambers in Soul Society.
In that case, what's the point of him even trying? He might as well just give up.
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"In their eyes, we are the bad guys, and sucking the blood of bad guys is actually a good thing."
A gentle voice drifted from the kitchen, accompanied by a delicious aroma. Retsu Unohana brought out a casserole of stewed beef and placed it on the table. "Alright, when we're eating, can't you just look at me instead of those other things?"
Upon hearing this, Shiraishi wrote down the notice to cancel the cleaning department of the third street in Komamura District, tossed it into another basket, and said with a smile, "I dare not look at you; if I do, I won't be able to eat."
Retsu Unohana brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked, "Why?"
"You're more beautiful than any delicacy; after looking at you a few more times, who would be interested in these dishes?"
Shiraishi had a beaming smile on his face.
Let me taste if your lips are coated with honey.
Retsu Unohana gave him a kiss, her tongue tracing his lips. "Mmm, so sweet."
"Strong."
Shiraishi's inner fire was ignited, and he wanted to transform the frustrations at work into motivation for the night.
"Stop, let's eat first." Retsu Unohana slapped his hand away, showing no intention of doing anything.
She's not a tool for people to vent their emotions.
"Okay." Shiraishi withdrew his hand and ate in silence.
Retsu Unohana could tell he was in a bad mood and said, "In my opinion, they'd love for you to waste your energy on these meaningless things."
Shiraishi chewed on the fiery beef and said dejectedly, "I don't care, who knows how many departments we'll have to set up."
Retsu Unohana Retsu's opinion was similar to Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's: Shinigami are the balancers of the world, Soul Society is currently rich in resources, enough to support a large group of parasites.
As long as no major unrest is caused, suppressing minor incidents can ensure the safety of the Shinigami.
But he insisted on interfering.
"You're so stubborn. Fine, whatever happens, I'll firmly support your decision."
Retsu Unohana didn't continue.
Shiraishi lowered his head and chewed on his beef, pondering Lie's words. Indeed, managing everything like this was too tiring.
Those guys would love for him to be drowning in a sea of documents... wait, this plot seems familiar.
He froze, recalling a plot from a British TV series where civil servants used this trick to seduce their superiors.
Could such an old-fashioned tactic be devised in just two months?
Shiraishi suddenly realized that it was probably not that people could quickly go astray, but rather that someone behind the scenes was giving them pointers and telling them how to fall into depravity.
Who is it?
A nobleman? Someone in the Gotei 13? Or perhaps someone from the lower realms like Tang Guanyin Temple?
Shiraishi had a plan in mind and decided to have Soi Fon arrange for someone to conduct a thorough investigation to see if anyone was providing guidance behind the scenes.
If he caught him, he would lock him up in the Jail and make him copy all sorts of books until he died.
Thinking of this, Shiraishi excitedly ate three bowls of rice, let out a satisfied burp, and leaned back in his chair.
Retsu Unohana quickly cleared the dishes from the table, giving off a very virtuous and motherly vibe.
"Lie!" Shiraishi called out.
"What's up?"
"It's so good to have you here."
"Of course, I'll treat you like a king, giving you massages, doing your laundry, cooking, and cleaning."
Retsu Unohana recounted what had happened that day, rolled her eyes, and said, "If you don't know how to be grateful, I'll beat you to death."
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"Let me massage your shoulders." Shiraishi smiled, got up from his seat, massaged her shoulders, and followed her to the kitchen, inhaling the refreshing herbal scent.
His slender figure rekindled the flame that had just been extinguished within him, and he whispered in his ear, "Lie, I miss a child."
"OK."
Retsu Unohana's answer startled him, and he even doubted that she had misunderstood him. He emphasized, "Retsu, I said I want you to give me a child, not to adopt one."
"Yes, if you want it, then we'll take it."