The Shinigami in the Unforgiven, Chapter 43: Your Ideas Are Too Ahead of Their Time, Snowflakes Are Falling Too High.
One after another, they appeared outside the window.
Shiraishi finally finished dealing with today's tasks. There weren't many; he could finish them in one morning, allowing him to relax properly in the afternoon, evening, and tomorrow.
Tomorrow's matters will be handled by Genshirō Okikiba.
On the first day of the new year, all he wanted was to be by their side.
Thinking of the lively scene at home, Shiraishi felt a warmth in his heart that could melt away the coldness of the snow.
Having transmigrated to this world decades ago, he has finally settled down and even has a child.
I hope it's a lovely girl.
As for my son, he seems to be doing well too.
Shiraishi stretched lazily and obediently walked out through the main gate. There weren't many people in the camp, but it wasn't cold.
The base is equipped with large-scale temperature control devices to ensure it is warm in winter and cool in summer.
He went all the way to the door.
The cold of December brought wind and snow. He watched the snowflakes fluttering in the air and thought that it would be best if it didn't snow tonight, otherwise the fireworks would be affected.
Shiraishi used his Steel Tempest to instantly pass through the wind and snow, returning to his front door. He quickly turned the doorknob, but it was still locked from the inside.
I can't push it away.
"Lie, open the door quickly, I'm freezing!"
He stomped his feet outside, his Shinigami uniform and Captain's Haori both summer clothes, offering no protection against the cold.
"They've arrived."
The door opened, and he hurriedly slipped through the crack illuminated by the warm light, embracing her tightly. "I'm back~"
"Ouch, stay away from me."
Retsu Unohana felt a large block of ice pressed against her, so she quickly pushed him away and closed the door to shut out the cold air from outside.
"My husband~"
With a cheerful acceleration, the grass-green headbutt came hurtling towards them.
Shiraishi didn't flinch, catching her with both hands. " Nel, let me hug you."
"Wow, it's so cold." Nelliel, but instead of pushing him away, she hugged him even tighter, trying to warm herself with her own body heat.
"Hey, that's enough."
Soi Fon couldn't help but speak up, her tone full of sourness.
Nelliel turned around and asked, "Would Honey want a hug too?"
"Nonsense, I don't want to be." Soi Fon turned her head away, resolutely denying that she was jealous.
Shiraishi laughed and said, "Watch my secret technique, I won't miss a single one."
With the incredible speed of his Steel Tempest, he kissed them in a second, even managing to perform a difficult tongue-twisting move. Finally, he licked his lips with satisfaction and said, "Actually, this is a rare opportunity, and I have an idea."
"No way." Retsu Unohana rejected the idea outright without even listening.
Soi Fon nodded and said, "Indeed, it goes without saying."
"I didn't say anything!"
Shiraishi looked completely bewildered.
Tier Harribel retorted, "You can't be thinking anything good."
"Group sex is impossible."
Kūkaku Shiba knew his personality well; seeing this scene, she was certain he would have such a twisted thought.
"Oh, I find it interesting."
Nelliel offered a different perspective.
Nemu Kurotsuchi. "If Shiraishi wants to try, I have no objection."
Isane Kotetsu hesitated, then said, "I... I don't think I can do that."
What kind of person do you take me for?
Shiraishi looked shocked. "I just wanted you to walk around the house wearing only aprons, I never thought about something like that."
However, Nel and Nemu didn't object, so we can try it next time.
"What's the difference?" Soi Fon complained. With the apron covering the front and the back exposed, she could easily be ambushed if she bent over.
Retsu Unohana clapped her hands and said, "Alright, we can start cooking now."
"I'll do it."
Nemu Kurotsuchi shouted.
"Me too!" Soi Fon wanted to show off her cooking skills.
Nelliel her hand and said, "Me too."
I'll just help out a bit.
Isane Kotetsu his fingers together, his tall body hunched over, his voice very soft.
Kūkaku Shiba didn't get involved. She did show off her cooking skills to Soi Fon, but that was the result of Kin Shiroganehiko's efforts, not her own ability.
If I try to do it now, I'll definitely be exposed. I'd rather lie on the sofa, use my laziness as an excuse to avoid the kitchen's help, and avoid being caught.
Tier Harribel is only interested in eating; she doesn't know how to do anything else.
Shiraishi was very worried. Putting aside what others might say, Soi Fon's cooking skills were 100% inherited from Orihime Inoue.
Seeing how enthusiastic she was, there was no way to stop her.
Hey, he'll be the only one who can finish that food at lightning speed.
These thoughts raced through Shiraishi's mind as he sat on the sofa, sometimes leaning against Kūkaku's chest, sometimes shifting his position to lie on Tier Harribel's lap.
They complained about some trivial things at work and shared their opinions.
The kitchen was buzzing with laughter too. "Hey, Captain Soi Fon, can we put bananas and cream in potato stew?"
"No problem."
"Is this how you cook food?" Nemu Kurotsuchi was amazed.
Retsu Unohana recalled a terrible memory and slapped her forehead, saying, " Soi Fon, you didn't learn cooking from Inoue, did you?"
"Uh, um," Soi Fon hesitated for a moment, but still admitted that she was learning cooking from a human girl.
Have you ever tasted a dish you cooked yourself?
"Do you need to taste the food? Shiraishi always finishes it all."
You'd better try it.
"Ah!"
A scream came from the kitchen. Shiraishi stood up and asked, "Are there cockroaches?"
"No, Soi Fon fainted. It seems the food was too stimulating."
Retsu Unohana carried Soi Fon, whose eyes had rolled back, out of the kitchen.
Kūkaku Shiba burst into laughter, "Haha, what is she up to?"
Shiraishi asked in astonishment, "You're letting her taste your own food?"
Retsu Unohana nodded and said, "You're just throwing salt and sugar in like they're free, and then adding banana cream. I think you're being too lenient with her; that's practically poison."
"It's not that exaggerated. It may taste bad, but it's not a problem to eat. Inoue been eating it for many years and hasn't had any problems."
Shiraishi retorted.
"Then let you continue to try her cooking."
"Forget it, we've already punctured them all, let's just throw them away."
Shiraishi quickly shook his head. He could still tough it out before the truth came out, but now that it was out, there was no need to force himself to eat those incredibly unpalatable foods.
"Let me wake her up." Kūkaku Shiba smiled and reached out to pinch Soi Fon's small nose.
A moment later, "Cough."
Soi Fon woke up from her unconsciousness and saw a face close to hers. She slapped at it with her little hand, but missed. She got up and saw Shiraishi sitting there. Her face turned red, and she pounced on him, punching him with her little fists. "You idiot! If you think it's bad, just say so! Why do you always eat it all!"
"When it comes to food, as long as it contains love, that's enough."
Shiraishi grabbed her hand. "I really think it's delicious."
"Idiot," Soi Fon, her face flushed.
Kūkaku Shiba laughed, "He's just lying to you. It's so bad it'll make you faint, how could it possibly be delicious?"
Upon hearing this, Soi Fon's blush vanished, and she gave him a cold glance, "Hmph, you mere fourth brother, stop being so smug."
"What are you so smug about? It's just that you drew the title 'Third Mother'."
Kūkaku Shiba retorted loudly.
Shiraishi was completely confused. Fourth brother? Third mother?
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