In Chapter 44 of the novel " Shinigami: The Swordsman's the Unforgiven," Shiraishi Soi Fon and Kūkaku Shiba are busy exchanging glances and have no time to explain the situation.
Tier Harribel noticed Shiraishi's confusion and quickly moved closer to him, explaining the situation in a low voice.
Under the urging of a scratching ear, Shiraishi figured out what had happened.
The result of the lottery was that Isane Kotetsu was the second mother, Soi Fon was the third mother, Kūkaku Shiba was the fourth mother, Tier Harribel was the fifth mother, Nemu Kurotsuchi was the sixth mother, and Nelliel was the stepmother.
To prevent them from vying for the position of third mother after finding out who the second mother was, Retsu Unohana decided to resolve the issue all at once.
Soi Fon was unhappy about losing the title of "Second Mother," but she was quite pleased with the fact that she was now being called "Fourth Brother" by Kūkaku Shiba Kūkaku.
This is used to demonstrate that one's status is above that of someone else.
That smug look made Kūkaku very unhappy.
After figuring out the reason for their argument, Shiraishi really wanted to complain, "When you were asked to have children, none of you wanted to, but now you're scrambling to be the stepmothers of these fierce kids?"
I really don't understand what they're thinking.
The argument between the two escalated, and they looked ready to come to blows.
Shiraishi couldn't remain silent any longer. At this moment, only he, as the head of the family, could step forward and calm the situation. "It's just a small matter, stop arguing."
"Shut up!"
The two men simultaneously turned their guns around and glared at each other fiercely.
"Hi."
Shiraishi quickly replied, then scurried off to the kitchen, "Lie~, give the dishes to Nemu, we can't do without you outside."
Retsu Unohana looked at Shiraishi, who resembled a submissive wife, a hint of helplessness on her face. She flicked her forehead and said, "Where did your energy go in bed?"
"Hehe, this one is different."
Shiraishi chuckled. He couldn't very well just leave the two of them on the bed and then have sex with them, could he? He'd probably get beaten to a pulp.
Retsu Unohana couldn't do anything with him, so she went outside the kitchen and called out, " Kūkaku, go clean up the trash on the table."
Soi Fon, go inside and get the dishes.
The two of them can't stay still; whenever they have a moment to spare, they end up bickering.
"Okay." Kūkaku Shiba shrugged, stopped arguing, and turned to tidy up the table.
Soi Fon also stopped cooking and returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Shiraishi finally breathed a sigh of relief, hugging Retsu Unohana's arm and saying, "It's so good to have you here."
Retsu Unohana glared at him, annoyed, and said, "You only realize that now?"
"I understood from the beginning." He smiled, a question welling up inside him: how exactly did those men who built harems quell internal conflicts?
He tries to mediate, but all he gets is a glare. Ugh, it's so difficult.
When they're alone again, I'll teach them a lesson.
Thinking of this, Shiraishi frowned again. Soi Fon was no problem; she could easily make him cry.
Kūkaku is quite troublesome; this woman's "Artemisia" ability is powerful, and it will take at least ten days to half a month to subdue her.
It seems we'll have to use some special methods.
A bold idea surged into Shiraishi's mind, and a smirk appeared on his face.
Soi Fon came out of the kitchen with the dishes and saw that smile. She knew he wasn't up to anything, so she stomped on him. He raised his little head and strutted forward arrogantly.
Shiraishi touched his nose, thinking to himself, "Let you be smug now, but you'll see what the authority of the head of the family is like in the future."
A little while later, lunch was all ready, and it was quite a feast.
Sixteen meat dishes, nineteen vegetable dishes, plus beef offal soup, miso soup, and seafood soup.
The rice was steamed directly in three large wooden buckets.
"Let's dig in!"
Shiraishi clasped his hands together, wanting to pick up some food.
Seeing the large chicken leg in front of her, Nelliel picked up a piece and said, "Husband, here, have some. This one has lots of meat; it'll help you recover."
Not to be outdone, Nemu Kurotsuchi also picked up a piece of bullwhip, " Shiraishi, this is even more nutritious. I used a special method to remove the unpleasant smell, I guarantee it will taste good."
"Uh, I'm not a child. I can pick up food myself, so you don't need to do it for me."
Shiraishi interrupted this trend, saying, "It's not a one-on-one situation. They're all watching. If everyone takes food, they'll all be stuffed to death."
Besides, Soi Fon, with her short arms, was staring at him with murderous eyes, seemingly consumed by jealousy.
He suddenly felt mentally exhausted; it was better to do things one at a time than to gather them all together.
I was simply too busy, and with so many people around, it was difficult to do anything to them.
Saying nice things to coax someone is harder than climbing to heaven.
Saying "I love you forever" to different women at the same time and place is undeniably the behavior of a scumbag.
He's not that thick-skinned.
Let's hurry up and celebrate the New Year.
Shiraishi no longer harbored his initial expectations. At first, he had envisioned himself with two women on either side of him, everyone wearing an apron and walking around the room, realizing his dream of group sex and the freedom to choose which cave to explore.
If you actually gather together, the reality is that you won't know where to start, and you won't get a single piece of meat.
I couldn't seem to connect with the conversation; topics about women were clearly different from the topics he was interested in.
He became a background figure, observing the atmosphere. Was it more like Lie's harem than his own?
All the topics started off intensely, like skincare products. How come so many brands have emerged in such a short time?
Seriously, is it really necessary for them to use that skincare product?
I couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Shiraishi didn't want to drift off into a daze, so he quietly turned to the side, took out his phone to play with the Heart Window, and checked other people's updates.
Rukia: "I actually won a day trip to the Chappy Kingdom at the end of the year! Good luck really does exist at the end of the year!"
What place is that?
Shiraishi typed a sentence, saying that he had never heard of any Chappy Kingdom in Soul Society.
Rukia: " Unohana District is the Soul Society's Chappy Manufacturing Plant. I have three tickets. Mr. Shiraishi, would you like to go?"
Renji Abarai's phone vibrated; it was a private message: " Captain-Commander, please don't agree to Rukia's request."
How are things going between you and Rukia?
Shiraishi, Shiraishi decided to interfere in other people's love lives. "If you ask me," he said, "You and Rukia are getting too close, you should make a direct move so Rukia doesn't think you're just friends."
" Captain-Commander, this time I intend to use battle, through the clash of blades, to let her understand my feelings."
"Besides deepening your brotherhood, I can't think of any other purpose this could serve."
Shiraishi teased him about his behavior and offered advice, "Buy a bouquet of roses, dress up nicely, and bravely tell her you like her."
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Renji Abarai's reply came after some time, clearly indicating that he was seriously considering it.
But Shiraishi didn't think there would be much progress; if you scrolled back through the history, you'd find countless similar replies from that kid.
It's always the same; when it comes down to it, they turn into cowards again.
"Good luck," he replied as always, then declined Rukia's invitation and continued scrolling down.
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